For the best Wilson ever. You know who you are. She requested emo!reid, and thus I provided. Sort of.
Why did You do That?
"You shouldn't have done that."
Spencer Reid stared down at his arm, his eyes and fearful. He hadn't been aware that he had done that, to be honest. He dropped the razor from his hands and stared up at Derek Morgan. The older man immediately crouched down next to him, a thick towel ready to help wipe away the blood.
"Why did you do that, Spencer?"
Morgan's hands gently padded at the bloody arms, pulling the body they belonged to closer to him. He could feel the younger man's breathing hitch, for what reason he wasn't sure, but he was almost positive that it was caused by him. "I'm sorry, I'll let you go now-"
"No, no-no-no!" Spencer threw himself back at Morgan, desperately clinging on to his clothes as if afraid he'd fall if he let go. "Don't leave me, please!"
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere kid, okay?" Spencer nodded in reply, allowing Morgan to attend to his wounds with care and precision. He felt as Spencer slumped more and more of his weight against him, mumbling apologies every once in a while as he struggled to stay awake. Finally, Morgan finished and helped Spencer walk to the couch. Once they were situated, Spencer stared blankly up at Morgan, waiting for the older man to say something.
"Why did you do that, Spencer?" he repeated.
He never received a reply, though, because Spencer was already passed out half on him and half on the couch.
~* Why *~
Derek Morgan was startled awake, hands sweating and eyes wide. Clooney looked up at his owner strangely, licking his face as if it would magically make him understand. Wordlessly, he pet his dog and plopped his head down on his pillow. He certainly hadn't been expecting that dream…..
Suddenly, his cell phone started ringing, and he sighed as he reached for it. "Yeah?" he answered breathlessly.
"Oh, did I wake my boy from a wet dream?" Garcia smirked.
"Yeah, something like that," Morgan huffed. "What is it, Sweetness?"
"Gotta case for our magical little team. The family meeting starts in an hour; better be ready or I'll have to punish you," she warned.
"Is that a threat, little girl?" Morgan asked, a smile on his face.
"Depends on when you get your ass to work. Toddles!" With that, she hung up.
Then, with a frown on his face, Morgan pulled on his work clothes and grabbed his car keys, not at all looking forward to their next case. As he pulled himself into his car, he started the engine and buckled his seat belt.
'Maybe after the case,' he thought, 'Pretty Boy will be up for a Star Trek marathon or something.' Then, shaking his head, he took off.
~* Why *~
Just a short OneShot, the way Beth Wilson likes it (I hope you got the little inside joke I threw in!) *Smirks. Thnx for reading everyone!