Alrighty! Onwards with my gaggle of Criminal Minds fics! This one is Morgan's. This one came to me as I was out hiking with my friends the other day in my backyard (while somewhat trespassing on some others people's backyards as well). The scene that will be described before you is EXACTLY what it was like. Basically, I set this fic in my (and the other people's) backyard. Fun!
Disclaimer: I don't own CM.
Uphill! They were chasing the unsub uphill! Not only that, but while trying to catch the murderous Kentuckian, they had to avoid the millions of trees that dotted the sloped landscape. Not only that, but it was autumn and the ground was covered with fallen leaves. Not only that, but it had rained recently, and the leaves were slippery. Morgan was out of his element.
Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss were all ahead of Morgan; Reid and JJ were following close behind him. He let out few strained huffs, increasing his speed.
Suddenly, Morgan's foot caught in a protruding root, and his face quickly met the soggy ground.
"Damn," he muttered. Seconds later, he heard the strangled cries of the unsub as he was tackled by two seasoned federal agents.
Morgan lifted his head to see his colleagues. Before him, about an inch from his face, was a giant pile of cow crap. Great. He screwed up his face in disgust, silently thanking Gad his face had missed the dung. Looking around, Morgan realized something: the ground was littered with loads and loads of crap. There appeared to be a ratio of about one pile per square yard. More likely than not, he'd stepped in some (most likely more than some) in the chase for the unsub, not even noticing it. One look at his shoes confirmed his assumption.
Hotch and Rossi passed Morgan, the foul-mouthed hick in tow. Morgan pushed himself up, examining the space underneath him. He was relieved at what he saw. Although there was an askew stick or two that nearly poked out his liver, there was no cow waste to speak of.
"You okay?" Prentiss asked, squatting down next to the fallen agent.
"This," Morgan grumbled, "is why I prefer the city."
Prentiss chuckled, walking off ahead of him. Morgan shook his head resignedly. When he returned to the hotel, he was planning on taking a very long, hot shower to wash the country off of him.
And there it is. But yeah, it was a freaking hazard zone out there (the cows wouldn't stop staring at us). I, being an OCD-ish clean freak, had to keep my eyes glued to the ground, lest my foot land in something foul. Not even sure how my friends persuaded me to go hiking in the first place. I just felt like sticking one of the characters in this sort of a situation. Morgan drew the short straw. Sorry Morgan.