A/N: This is my first time writing this kind of thing, but be prepared for Spencer/Derek slash later on. Reviews greatly appreciated; I need to know if I'm doing these characters right :) It is SO weird to write from Reid's point of view. More chapters to come!
Dr. Spencer Reid surveyed his clasped hands, thinking about this past week. His memories of the past seven days were inundated with images of one particular member of the team- SSA Derek Morgan. Reid could remember countless times in the last 168 hours that Morgan had needed to walk extremely close to him to leave a room, that Morgan had brushed against him, lazily trailed a finger along his arm, or simply watched him. Reid could not, in fact, recall any single memory from the past 10,080 minutes that Morgan wasn't an integral part of.
Understanding human behavior was Reid's job. As a profiler, he was supposed to be able to get inside a killer's mind just by looking at the victims he chose and how he killed them. Reid was, unfortunately, not nearly as adept at understanding or performing every-day social interaction.
I must be missing an obvious explanation, he mused. This type of behavior is typically consistent with courtship… but Morgan's not flirting with me! That's absurd. Sighing, he stood up and walked to the break room.
Opening the door, he saw Morgan standing alone, waiting for something in the microwave. He stepped in front of the cabinet beside Morgan, opened it, and grabbed a cup. Annoyed at the situation with Morgan, he was a little aggressive in setting the cup on the counter. The sound caused Morgan to glace at him, and Reid could see a slight smirk on his face.
He grabbed the pot of coffee, poured some into the cup, then grabbed a spoon from the drawer below and began vigorously adding sugar to the coffee.
"Easy there, Reid, or that coffee's gonna come back and get you some day," Morgan said.
Reid frowned. He didn't ask very many questions. Not because he felt that doing so somehow made him inferior; he simply didn't need to. Finished, Reid slammed the sugar down onto the counter and asked his first question in 13 days.
"Morgan, what's been happening this past week? You've been acting extremely odd."
Morgan stepped away from the counter and approached Reid, who began to back up, his shuffling steps contrasting with the low hum of the microwave.
"Reid, I know you're no social butterfly, but I didn't think I'd have to explain this to you," Morgan said, his low voice surrounding Reid in the small space. Morgan was now very much inside Reid's personal bubble. He continued he graceful steps until they were practically nose to nose.
"Explain!" Reid gasped, out of breath (Why did he feel like he'd been running?), his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest.
"Boy genius, I'm sure you can think of a word or two for this," he said, resting his arms on the wall on either side of Reid's body, his brown eyes locked onto Reid's. Reid, cold even in his usual outfit of a sweater and a jacket, could feel the heat coming off of him.
"Uh, seduction, sexual conquest, rape…" Reid stammered, panicked.
Morgan frowned and stepped away.
"You're kidding, right?" His hand was on the door knob when Reid stepped towards him.
"Morgan," Reid said, "I didn't mean that. I really didn't. And I… I'd like to ask you to go to dinner with me." Reid blurted out the invitation before he could even think about it.
A wolfish grin spread across Morgan's face.
"I'll meet you at the Olive Garden closest to your house tonight at 8," Morgan said, then walked off, whatever was in the microwave completely forgotten.
Wondering what he'd gotten himself into, Reid grabbed his abused cup of coffee and went back to his desk. He could tell that today was going to be a long, long day.