Kay, this might not make sense. But I wrote it late at night when random inspiration struck. It's just a strange little oneshot that popped into my head :)
Disclaimer: Don't own, have never owned, will never own. Unless the Tooth Fairy leaves something other than money under my pillow next time . . .
Oh yeah, and please R&R! Have fun!
A high Spencer Reid was amusing, to say the least. Despite it having been a tough case, and despite the fact that Reid being given drugs by an unsub could kick-start his old addiction, Derek Morgan grinned.
"You have really white teeth," Reid slurred, eyes wide.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just wait for the ambulance, kid."
"Do you hear that, Senator? D'you hear that? That's the sound of victory, sir."
"Reid, it's me," Morgan laughed. "And those are just birds."
"We haven't been to Taco Bell in a while, Senator. We must go again. Why isn't it called Taco Drum? Or Taco Clarinet? You have really funny eyebrows."
Instinctively, Morgan reached up to his brow. "Says the kid in mismatched socks."
Reid's eyes somehow grew even larger, and he scrambled at his trouser legs to see his socks. "Dear God, Richard. I think we're on to something!"
Morgan laughed. "Sure thing, kid."
Reid's face grew suddenly dark. "Don't call me that," he growled.
"But it's what I've always called you!"
"I know. And I hate it. I've always hated it. That's not my name."
"What else do you want me to call you? Spencer?"
"No!" the young man screamed, an octave higher than usual.
"Fine then. Just Reid?"
"No, no, no!"
Morgan frowned. The conversation was heading into nasty territory. He just wished the ambulance would arrive soon.
Meanwhile, Reid began softly humming 'The Girl from Ipanema', whilst slowly rocking back and forth.