I own nothing...we all know this because if I did...smutty happenings would be occuring live time.
Finally got a laptop! Happy Dance!
Warning, this takes place after Lauren Epi...you know, The PRENTISS EPISODE.(so if you don't wanna know, please don't read.)
Also Note: this is the kinda slash that will give you diabeates...so get a check up soon after reading.
Reid, comment, enjoy...
thank you for your time.
Reid slips the key into it's slot. He opens the door, quietly slipping off his shoes and jacket; sweater in trembling hands. He looks so small.
"Kid-it's okay. I'm glad you came here." Morgan says softly as he makes his way over to Reid. Reid's rigid as Morgan wraps his arms around him in a hug.
Reid sinks into the touch, sobbing at the gentleness of it.
Jell-o...dillaudid.
It was supposed to be a joke. Nothing's funny.
Morgan said he's always be there- and he has been. He will be.
"Come on Reid, you know the drill...shower and change, then we can talk better, Okay?" Morgan's voice is soft as he lifts Reid's chin with delicate fingers.
Reid nods.
He knows the drill.
He can do this.
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Reid towels off his hair, naked body sagging with the most unbearable weight.
He didn't have to start drugs...yeah, Hankel had good intentions. He wanted to help Reid.
Reid was too weak to stop. Reid is the one who let the drugs creep into his life, cushioning the blows of the job, the horrible responsibility of never forgetting.
Reid has two drawers at Morgan's place. He has a bookshelf of books as well.
Morgan understands the nightmares. The fear that curdles the stomach and makes your heart slam against your chest every time you close your eyes.
Morgan says that's what he feels every time he thinks about loosing Reid. The team is the closest thing that they have to family anyway.
Morgan understands that Reid can't do it – staying sober, staying sane, alone.
Morgan gets that.
Reid pulls on the sleep pants and an oversized pair of Morgan's sweat pants. (They're more comfortable than anything he's ever wear.)
As Reid pulls on a t-shirt, Morgan rap's his knuckles on the door frame and Reid's body blushes crimson as Morgan stares at the flush skin on Reid's torso.
"Sorry Kid, I- I just came to tell you that the...I'll wait out here." Morgan says in a rush as he makes his way back out of the room.
You would think seeing your friend in the state of half-dress would warrant less of a response—Reid thinks as he slips into Morgan's college hoodie. He shuts the bedroom door behind him.
"Hey."Morgan smiles nervously as Reid joins him on the floor.
One huge bowl of cherry jell-o sits in between them. Reid's stomach flips. He has to spill.
Morgan hands him the spoon. You would think sharing a spoon with another grown man would feel more skivvy than it does. But Morgan and Reid are like family, Morgan his big brother, always there when he needs him. Reid the little brother, always along for the ride. There's nothing wrong with that. It works.
Morgan gives Reid a look as he breaks the jell-o's smooth surface with the oversized metal spoon, slurping the jell-o into his mouth.
Morgan makes the best jell-o.
"Wha-?" Reid says through a mouthful,grinning like a little kid, and Morgan's mouth twitches into a smile.
"Kid..." Morgan says softly, taking the spoon from Reid's hand.
Reid's body slumps a little as Morgan picks up a bit of Jell-o, rolling it around in his mouth...swallows.
"Morgan...I don't know what to say." Reid stares at his hands trembling in his lap.
"I'm weak-" Reid's cut off by a low warning growl trapped in the back of Morgan's throat. Reid looks up to see Morgan's eyes blaze with hurt and anger.
"You are not WEAK! Will you stop saying that!" Morgan says fiercely, spoon clattering to the side of the bowl. Morgan's breathe speeds as his head bows.
"You're not weak, stop saying that. You can't forget, and you wish you could. That's not weakness, that's human nature."Morgan whispers as he looks up at Reid.
Reid's shoulders begin to shake. Morgan wraps his arms around Reid. Reid breaks down and
sobs, letting the grief roll over him as he buries his face into Morgan's chest.
Morgan runs his fingers slowly through Reid's cropped hair, resting his chin on the crown of Reid's head.
"Shh...It's alright Kid, I'm here. I'm not going nowhere Reid. I'm here. It's okay." A stream of reassurances run from Morgan's mouth as Reid feebly attempts to disengage himself from Morgan's hold.
"T-thank you for letting me...I'm just really...tired." Reid stammers as Morgan lets Reid sit up. "It's just that...Prentiss...she's...and I didn't get the chance to say goodbye, and then the headaches and J.J.'s moved on and she's still can't come back...and the ghosts...I don't want to go crazy, and I'm already predisposed and with all the stress I could develop late-set schizophrenia due to psychosomatic stress. I just..." Reid gushes and Morgan stares intently, quietly rubbing small circles in the back of Reid's hand.
"Reid, you're not crazy...You may be a bit odd, strange, weird, off nerd with a few quirks...yeah. But then, I'm pretty sure that's what comes along with being a certified genius. You're alright. A bit high strung right now, but you can lean on me when you need it." Morgan breathes as Reid lay his head on Morgan's shoulder again, fingering the wet stain that's blossomed on the grey t-shirt.
"Prentiss cared for you Reid. She loved us all, and thought of us as family; we know that. You're the best kid brother anyone could hope to have. I know you didn't get to say goodbye, but just know that she really...loved you." Morgan's voice is tight as he grips Reid a bit more firmly.
"And J.J's coming back, we just got to place the cadet where she belong, a psych ward." Morgan dead pans, unearthing a smile from Reid's drawn lips.
" I mean, how the hell is she gonna pass her psych eval? Her experience with narcissists comes from her dating a few? Come on, really?" Morgan stiffens at the thought of the bubble blonde bouncing around, just wasting space. If there was anyone he wished would have taken Prentiss' final blow would be the skank for being useless.
Reid chuckles at Morgan's rant.
"There's that beautiful smile. That's what I wanna see." Morgan smiles back at Reid. Reid chuckles as Morgan kisses the top of Reid's head thoughtlessly.
Morgan's always there.
"Hey, wanna play M.A.S.H.?" Morgan asks suddenly.
"What's M.A.S.H?" Reid's curiosity's peaked.
"This um...stupid game that my sisters would play..total waste of time, and it'll make you laugh?" Morgan arches a brow.
Reid nods slowly, reaching across Morgan for another spoon of jell-o.
"Okay, how d'you play?' Reid garbles around a mouth full of jell-o.
"Well, you need a piece of paper and pen..." Morgan says, reaching next to Reid to grab the yellow notepad with green lines and the pen that lay on top. Reid watches intently.
"M stands for Mansion, A for Apartment, S for Shack, H for House. It's kinda like a fortune teller...really childish, but come on..." Morgan waggles his brows with that boyish charm of his...no one can deny him.
"Okay, how does it work?" Reid sits up on his knees now, leaning close to Morgan.
"Well, first I have to pick out people you're going to marry...male and female (it can be a good MASH or a bad one.) Then I pick three for each sub category, like number of kids, honeymoon, pets, cars, salaries, or whatever...and then you pick a number from one to ten and I start from the M and cross off an item after I hit the number you call."
" I think I got it..." Reid says as Morgan starts scribbling, making sure that Reid didn't peak at what he was choosing.
Reid picks up the jell-o and starts eating again, watching Morgan's hand quickly scrawl over the page.
"Okay, your number?" Morgan arches a brow as Reid taps the silver spoon against his bottom lip.
"Five." Reid says after a moment, chocolate eyes watching as Morgan sets out to get Reid's "M.A.S.H."
Reid waits patiently as Morgan scribbles out...his face contorting in a look as he straightens.
"Wanna here it?" Morgan asks as he shields the paper from his view.
"Go ahead." Reid whispers as Morgan nods.
"Okay, you're gonna live in a house, making 900 dollars an hour being a computer technician, you're going to have a dog, your honeymoon's going to be in the back of the B.A.U.'s SUV, you'll have two kids, you'll drive a beat up car and..."\Morgan stares at the page.
"who am I married to?" Reid tries to grab the page. Morgan snorts...
"Me kid." Morgan laughs...absurd right?
Even though this is a kid's game, child's play,why in gid's name is Reid's stomach hosting a three ring circus in there?
Reid raises his eyes to Morgan. "Well...kid, you tell me."
Reid's lips quirk into a wiry smile.
They finish the jell-o, like they always do. They watch some t.v and Reid spouts the statistics and obscure facts that he's known for. And Morgan listens, because that's what he's known for.
Reid yawns, head nodding as he leans his head against Morgan's chest...this is way more intimate than Morgan is ever used to, but he's not going to admit that Reid's warmth is the best thing he's felt in a while...well ever.
"You- cheated." Reid says mid-yawn. He sleepily blinks up at Morgan.
"What are you talkin' bout Pretty Boy?" Morgan stiffens a little.
"M.A.S.H.? You were off. I was supposed to get Lila. You scratched her off when you weren't supposed to." Reid sits up.
"Why'd you do it?" Reid looks at Morgan, more awake now.
"Kid, I don't-" Morgan says weakly.
"Morgan, please. Tell me. Why would you-" Reid yawn deepens. He looks like a stubborn little kid determined to get his way. Too bad for Morgan, now isn't it?
"Reid, there's nothing to it. Let's go to bed." Morgan pushed up off the floor. He pulls Reid with him.
"Morgan." He doesn't budge. Thank gids Reid doesn't get drunk...or maybe it is a bad thing, because it doesn't look like he's going to forget this.
"Tell me." Reid grabs Morgan's hand as he starts towards the bedroom.
"Reid, drop it!" Morgan hisses. "It doesn't matter. You don't... you'll never feel that way, so forget it." Morgan sighs as Reid drops his hand.
"I can't." Reid deadpans.
"I know." Morgan scrubs his hands across his face as he groans.
"Why don't you just say why... Aren't you the one who says what's the worst that could happen?" Reid says quietly. Morgan gives him the evilest eye as he straightens.
"Reid, I like you. Like more than a friend." Morgan swallows hard, his throat squeezes as he looks up to see Reid's...BIGGEST SMILE EVER!
"Okay...that's the cutest thing in the world. I mean...I remember when I was in the third grade, all the other kids would run around..." Reid breaks down in giggles.
"Thank you." Reid says softly as he kisses Morgan on the cheek. His lips are close to Morgan's ear, "I like you too...like way more than a friend." Reid steps back, smile in his eyes.
A nervous smile spreads across Morgan's face.
"So, this isn't going to get awkward now, is it?" Reid asks cheekily as Morgan wraps his arm around Reid's waist.
"I don't see why it would. You'll still be the know it all Pretty Boy, and I'll always be the hot stud. Win win right?" Morgan's smile spreads into a yawn.
"Seriously Reid. Bed. We can finish this in the morning." Morgan tugs a willing genius off to bed.
"God, now I don't have to feel so guilty about snuggling next to you." Morgan admits as he and Reid laughs.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure my staring probably didn't go unnoticed." Reid shakes his head as they both crawl into bed.
"That's why I felt so funny?" Morgan snorts as Reid snuggles close.
"Well, now you know. Goodnight Morgan." Reid whispers.
"Goodnight Reid." Morgan kisses the top of Reid's head.
They fit together like puzzle pieces as they finally go to sleep.
A/N: I just realized that they didn't kiss! Wow, I've never seen that in a slash fic before...
what do you think?
I want to know...I do not take no for an answer.