So, this is the first story I post here. It's AU. Reid is not in the team, but he's one of the protagonists of this story.
It will be slash. Morgan/Reid
There is a little warning/spoilers at the end of the page. If someone prefer to know a little more about how this story will develop can read it.
The title is temporary, I accept suggestions.
I had to post this really fast, so if there are some errors, please let me know.
A different summer
Chapter 1
We arrived in Las Vegas almost two weeks ago. The local police department called us to investigate the murders of three young men.
For now we only have a basic profile: the Unsub is probably male, he's cruel and sadistic. He tortured and killed these boys in anger, there's a sexual component, but no signs of abuse. And most important of all, he won't stop.
It's damn hot in here. We are all tired and drenched in sweat; the eagerness to find something, anything it's really becoming impossible.
We don't know anything about the victims, and this is making me going mad.
"Damn! In three weeks we couldn't even identify one of them." I can't help but explode.
The rest of the team look at me startled, but with the same frustrated expression that probably I'm wearing too.
Hotch sighs.
"Maybe we could do a little pause so we'll be fresher when the detectives arrive." proposes JJ.
I'm about to protest when Rossi intervenes: "JJ is right, the last thing I want to do is take a break, but we all need it."
Hotch looks his watch and say: "Yeah, It's probably for the best. Everyone go to the hotel, take a shower and eat something. We'll be back again in two hours. Hopefully whit a fresh mind we could have new ideas."
So is settled.
When everyone is gone I take the file of the last victim and goes towards the exit.
I'm almost out of the police station when I collide with something, and I find myself one the ground, all my papers scattered around me.
"Ouch! Man I'm so sorry!"
I look up and I found myself looking at the biggest man I have ever seen. He's around 7 feet, with Mediterranean features, and wearing the uniform he really looks impressive.
He offers me an enormous hand, not bothered by my staring, and he gets me upright.
"Hey, it's all right, I didn't saw you." I reply, trying to relax the guy.
But he's not looking at me anymore. His gaze is now fixed on the last victim's crime scene.
He's blanched completely, and I have the impression it's not only for the gruesome pictures.
He looks at me and asks: "when did it happen?"
This confirms my suspicions.
"Wait, wait…. You know him?" I ask him, showing him one of the pictures.
TBC
Warning/spoilers: I had this thing in mind, so I had to write it. This story is hooker!Reid, but personally I think is different from other fic of this kind.
Basically, Reid is a happy hooker.