MEMORIES

(Reid Series Fic #5)

SUMMARY: Reid thinks back to all the times he was cared for. (The present day is season 3 the flashbacks are all season 2!)

DISCLAIMER: Don't own!

BETA: Eagle Eye

SPECIAL THANKS TO: Hawngirl for the reminder to post! Thanks tons hun!!

A/N: Ok, so I was having trouble writing stories for season 2 so I decided to just write one semi-long one with 3-4 flashbacks instead. So that's why this is here. There will be at least two fics for season 3 and then I will be in the 'present' for the new season. If you have any questions please feel free to PM me.

Prologue:

Pounding on the door brought Derrick Morgan out of a sound sleep. He stumbled out of bed and made his way to the door. "Who is it?"

"Me," answered a small, timid voice.

Morgan's eyebrows furrowed as he quickly opened the door, "Reid?" Reid looked up at him, tears falling down his face. Morgan ushered him into the apartment, "What's the matter? What happened?"

"Jason left," Reid answered through his tears.

Morgan didn't say anything as he pulled Reid into a hug. He hadn't understood Gideon's message earlier. All the older man had said was that he was sorry, to be patient with and take care of Reid. Now he understood.

Nothing more was said as Morgan ushered Reid to bed, hoping that in the morning things would look better then what they did now.

Of course he couldn't have been more wrong if he tried. The next day Morgan had to force Reid away from work. Reid was surly but Morgan decided to give it time…all Reid needed was time…or so he thought…

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"You shouldn't have taken this way," Reid said, exasperated as he sat in the passenger seat while Morgan drove to the crime scene.

"Its fine," Morgan ground out, "Now, drop it."

The two had already had this argument…err…discussion regarding the route to take to the crime scene. Not that it was doing any good with Reid bringing it up every few minutes.

Morgan was getting annoyed with the younger man but trying to be patient. He knew that Reid was still reeling over Gideon's abrupt departure and was giving the young genius a chance to come to terms with it. However his plan was seriously going awry.

"Told you," Reid rolled his eyes as they came upon a traffic jam at a red light.

"Reid…" Morgan responded, a warning tone in his voice.

Reid looked out the window and rolled his eyes once again. A few weeks ago that same tone would have made him nervous for he knew what it meant but now…

thwap Reid stilled and turned his head slowly to look over at the older man. It may have been a while since he'd heard that sound or felt that small pressure on his thigh but he knew what it meant. It meant he was close to being in trouble.

He almost smiled at the familiar gesture. The first time Morgan had ever flicked him on the thigh Reid had been confused. On the notepad in front of him Morgan had written 'that is strike one. Keep it up and you pay the consequences'. Reid had stopped his huffing and settled down.

Morgan waited for Reid's eyes to focus before warning, "Drop the attitude before we get to the crime scene." When there was no response he continued, "I mean it kid. Any foolish stunts and you won't like the consequences. Remember the last time."

Reid's eyes went wide at the reminder. 'Remember the last time'! How could he forget? He put his head back and looked out at the sea of cars. Oh yeah…he remembered the last time…

-- FLASHBACK --

Gideon watched from the balcony of his office as Hotch led the way back into the bull pen quietly and angrily. Reid followed next with his head up but his eyes down. Morgan followed last, looking shaken.

Hotch stopped walking and threw over his shoulders, "Reid start your report, Morgan, with me."

Reid didn't bother to protest as he went to his desk and Morgan followed Hotch up the balcony stairs and into Gideon's office.

"What happened?" Gideon inquired, having gotten just the jest of things on the phone call Morgan had placed to him.

Sparing each other a quick glance the two younger agents pieced together the events that happened as they happened.

Together with the S.W.A.T. team Morgan, Hotch and Reid had made their way into the house where the fisher king was. A member of S.W.A.T. had spotted movement and all of them had made their way upstairs where there was an open door and, sure enough, the Fisher King himself.

Morgan had made his way to an opening further ahead of Hotch and yelled to the man to give himself up. The man refused and Reid had surprised his two teammates by walking into the room despite protests and orders for him not to do so.

The youngest member of the team had told them to go downstairs but the two refused to leave him alone not knowing that there was a bomb in play until Reid had yelled so while running out of the room.

The house had quickly become engulfed in flames and Hotch and Morgan stopped the fire on Reid's pant leg before it could do any real injury. They'd half dragged Reid for the stairs but Reid had stopped and demanded that they give him a moment to think.

In the seconds it took for Morgan to tell him that they didn't have time Reid had figured out where the Fisher King's victim was being kept.

And now they were back.

Morgan met Gideon's eyes, "I agreed with you when it was decided to let him off with a warning after he took off his vest when Elle was being held hostage on the train but this is too much man. He put himself in danger and I refuse to lose him because he doesn't use that head of his."

Gideon sighed as he got up and looked out his window at the youngest member of his team, "What do you think Hotch?"

"I agree with Morgan. He needs to learn Gideon," Hotch reasoned.

Gideon nodded, "I'll handle it."

"No," Morgan put in, "I was there both times and it was me he didn't listen to both times."

Hotch looked at Morgan with a raised eyebrow. He knew how much Morgan hated having to discipline his younger brother. He looked over at Gideon and nodded his agreement.

"I'll handle the BAU side of things."

"Send him to me when you're done." Gideon sighed softly.

With that agreement the three stood and parted way.

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Twenty minutes later and Hotch was finally finishing up his lecture.

"…and if you ever pull a foolish stunt like that again Special Agent Reid you will be confined to this office until I feel you can be trusted again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Reid answered, a blush on his face.

With that answer Hotch took a deep breath and released the hold he had on his pen, "You could have been hurt Spencer."

"I'm sorry sir," Reid looked down at his hands. "I just wasn't thinking."

"Look at me Reid," Hotch waited for Reid to obey. "Off the record, because I know Morgan will be handling things from here the two of us won't mention this again. You've heard all about this from me for the last time."

Reid breathed a sigh of relief having feared that his decision to enter the room would be forever between them. His relief was short lived though when Hotch started to talk again.

"However, if you ever put yourself and us in that position again, I don't care who else is handling your punishment you will find yourself in trouble with me as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Reid's eyes were wide. He'd felt Hotch's displeasure once and that was enough for him.

"Gideon wants to talk to you before you head out with Morgan." Hotch dismissed the younger man.

Reid got up and quickly walked out of his boss's office and made his way slowly down to Gideon's.

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"Enter," Gideon called out upon hearing a soft knock on his door.

He said nothing other than sit when Reid appeared in his office. Reid obeyed the command while refusing to meet his dad's eyes.

"Look at me son," Gideon's voice was soft but firm.

It took several tries and two full minutes for Reid to do. When he did he cringed. There was a look of disappointment and sadness in the eyes he never wanted to see again.

"It has been agreed that since this is the second time you've disobeyed Morgan and put yourself in harms way that he shall be the one to handle your punishment. As your section leader and superior on scene Hotch handled the official side of things." Gideon kept eye contact with his son during the start of his speech.

"Are you…" Reid's voice faltered.

"Do you understand how worried we are that one day you aren't going to think and there for get yourself killed?" Gideon asked though he didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "You Spencer Samuel Reid are grounded for the next three weeks worth of cases."

"What does that mean?" Reid asked warily.

"It means, young man, that for the next three weeks you are not allowed to take part in any of the take downs. You will stay at the office with myself or JJ."

"But…" Reid started to protest.

"But nothing Spencer," Gideon interrupted, "Consider yourself lucky I didn't ground you in general or you'd be seeing a lot of home and little of anything else."

Reid stared in horror at the older man. He silently told himself not to argue, knowing it would only make things worse but his mouth and body betrayed him.

He jumped out of his seat and protested, "That's not fair!"

Gideon was ready for the fight response and before Reid could register what was happening found himself being spun around and four swats rained on his backside.

"OW! No, I'm sorry." Reid squirmed.

"I suggest you watch your attitude unless you'd like to have a discussion with me before you have one with Morgan." Gideon warned.

"No, sir, I'm sorry," Reid looked up at the man with sad eyes.

"We care about you Spencer," Gideon hugged him. "Morgan's waiting for you. I'm going to finish up some paper work so I'll see you tomorrow."

Reid headed for the door but stopped to ask one final question, "Jason…I can still help out with the case though right?"

Gideon nodded, "The only thing you can't do is bring in the suspect unless we absolutely need all of the team."

"Ok," Reid gave a small smile.

"Good night, son," Gideon watched his boy leave.

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Reid said nothing as the painfully silent car ride finally ended. He got out and followed the older man into the apartment.

"What do you want to eat?" Morgan asked, knowing that neither of them had eaten.

"I'm not hungry," Reid's softly answered.

Morgan looked at the younger man, "We haven't eaten all day and Elle won't be out of surgery for a few hours yet."

"W-why…I-I mean can't…" Reid looked up nervously his eyes silently pleading with Morgan not to make him say what he was thinking.

He didn't need to finish his thought though. Morgan understood him all to well and nodded his agreement.

"Go get ready for bed and wait for me."

Reid walked out of the room without a backwards look.

It was only five minutes later when Morgan came into the room. While he'd waited for his younger brother to get dressed in his night clothes Morgan had placed an order from a late night place glad to know it would take 45 minutes for the food to get there giving him plenty of time to deal with the younger man.

Reid stood up looking, surprisingly, defiant as Morgan sat on the bed.

"Look at me Reid," Morgan ordered and then waited for him to comply before continuing. "You are my younger brother and mean the world to me. If something had happened to you…I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. I can tell you with all honesty that if you had gotten caught by that bomb, between Gideon and Me, we wouldn't have stayed in the FBI."

The defiance Reid had hoped would get him through the spanking slipped quickly away at Morgan's words. He hadn't thought of any of that. Sure, the two older agents had showed their love and Gideon even said it but…

"I'm sorry," tears filled Reid's eyes.

"Do you understand why I'm going to punish you Spencer?" Morgan wanted to make sure his brother understood.

"I put myself in danger," Reid whispered.

With a beckon motion Reid walked over to Morgan's side. Morgan gave him an approving nod before pulling him over his lap and baring him. He didn't give Reid time to register the position before bringing his hand down with a swat.

When Reid's backside was a nice shade of red, Morgan began to lecture.

"You do" SWAT "NOT" SWAT "go into" SWAT "a situation" SWAT "without first" SWAT "thinking" SWAT "about what" SWAT "all the possible" SWAT "scenarios are." SWAT "We are" SWAT "not" SWAT "going to" SWAT "lose you" SWAT "because you" SWAT "refuse to think." SWAT "Do" SWAT "you" SWAT "understand?"

"Y-yes," Reid cried.

Morgan took a deep breath as he tipped Reid forward and brought his hand down with a swat to the sensitive under curve. He wanted to stop but foremost he wanted Reid to understand that he could not put himself in danger the way he had…twice.

SWAT "No!" SWAT "Morgan," SWAT "please stop." SWAT "I-I'm sorry!" SWAT "I'll be…OW…careful!" SWAT

Reid laid his head on the bed and went limp over his big brother's lap as he cried. With that Morgan ended the spanking, righted his pants, and righted him. He held the crying boy close.

"It's alright Spencer," Morgan soothed. "I've got ya kid; it's ok."

Slowly Reid's cries softened. He looked up at Morgan sadly, "I am sorry."

"I know," Morgan assured him.

The two talked until a knock on the door alerted them to the food arriving. Morgan sent Reid to freshen up while he paid and sorted through the food.

That night Reid fell asleep next to his big brother after admitting that he was nervous about sleeping alone. Lying by his side, Morgan closed his eyes and sent up his thanks for Reid being ok.

TBC…