Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, or Criminal Minds, sadly.
AN: Me again, my lovelies! Anyway, allow me to introduce, story number three!For those of you who don't know: I have received a challenge. it contains multiple scenarios of library fix-its involving CM and DW, and the evolution is up to me. I intend to turn each base into a multi chapter story. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind.-Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free
CH1:
"Has anybody seen Reid today?" Morgan asked, looking around. "I haven't seen him at all, and he's never gone."
"He called in a sick day, he's got quite the accumulation of sick days and vacation, so I told him to take all the time he needs, and no, Strauss does not know."
"Alright then, who wants to drop in on him after work?" Morgan asked. Everyone either raised their hands, or said 'I'm in'. After they managed to get through without having to fly off to another state/country, they all headed out to Reid's apartment. When he answered the door, however, he definitely didn't look sick.
"Playing hooky, kid?" Prentiss asks.
"What, no, I just,"
"Sweetie, who is it?" A feminine voice calls from inside.
"Kid, cutting for a date? That is so unethical," Morgan laughed. "I am so proud of you."
"It's not for a date, it's a legitimate sick day, just not mine," he shot back, in an uncharacteristic flash of irritation. A pair of slender, tan arms was visible winding around his waist.
"Sweetie, come back and finish the movie. I need my pillow back."
"I know, I'll be there in a minute," he replied, turning away for a second, before turning back and saying, "You guys are welcome to come in." When they walked in, they say a fuzzy blue blanket flung haphazardly over the couch, with a TV table holding a bowl of soup, a glass of Ginger Ale, and a pack of Ritz.
"Who's sick?"
"My, ah, wife. River Song." Reid shifted uncomfortably under the weight of their incredulous stares. Then a thud reached their ears, causing him to dart down the hall toward the bedroom. They were hot on his heels, and when they got there, they saw him gently pulling a young woman to her feet, though all they could see of her was the mass of blond frizz and curl, the tiny hands and feet, and the tiny frame covered in Reid's boxers and muscle shirt. It suddenly struck them how small she was, compared to Reid.
He helped her over to the couch and sat her down before checking her over, while she insists that she's fine. She shot him a pleading look and he sat back against the arm of the couch. She quickly sat between his legs, and snuggled into his chest. He pulled the blanket down, tucked around her, wrapped his arms around her and shot the team a look, daring them to say a word.
None of them would have, well, right then at least, the whole thing was just too sweet.
"Reid, how long have you been married?"
"Since I was 19, she was 18, I'm 24, she's 23, so that's five years, on December 25."
"Married on Christmas?"
"Yup, and this year, we decided to go back to Egypt for a week afterwards." River murmured sleepily. Reid shushed her and ran his fingers through her hair. She drifted off and cuddled closer to him and Garcia squealed.
"My baby G-man is all grown up, I'm so proud!" Morgan hushed her half-heartedly, and she quieted, looking abashed. "Sorry."
"It's all right, Garcia, but please keep it down a little. I had to fight with her for hours to get her to stay home, let alone, go to sleep."
"Why?"
"Because she's stubborn. She wanted to go in and lecture today. She's an archeology professor," he explained. "There're drinks in the fridge if you want."
They nodded and grabbed something, settling in to watch the movie, something with Tommy Lee Johns, and volcanoes.
AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.