Title: Meeting of the Minds
Author: jareaufan
Fandom: Criminal Minds/South of Nowhere
Pairing: Ashley/Morgan friendship, Ashley/Spencer relationship
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or South of Nowhere, this is just a work of fiction for fan entertainment. All similarities to actual people and places are pure coincidence.
Author's Note: I just recently decided to buy the entire first season of SoN off iTunes, because I remembered that I liked it back when it was on the air. I watched it all within the span of two days – and now I'm a fan again, so naturally I had to write this. Please review if you read. Anonymous or signed. By the way, Spencer refers to Spencer from SoN, not Dr. Reid from CriMi.
"Hey, Clooney." Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan opened the fridge, only to be greeted by his pet dog nudging at his arm. He shut the appliance, and scratched behind the dog's ear, causing the German Shepherd to place a paw on his owner's leg. "You want attention?" Morgan peeked around the corner from his kitchen, getting a clear view of his living room. The FBI Agent then reached into a container on his counter and gave the dog an incentive. "Go get Rockstar off the couch."
Clooney seemed to understand his mission, as he gobbled up the Milkbone and immediately bounded off towards the living room and barked into the ear of the female sleeping on the couch. A loud "what the hell!?" was subsequently heard, along with the distinguishable 'thump' of someone falling off the couch and onto the floor. A few seconds later, Special Agent Ashley Davies donning a wrinkled dress shirt, wrinkled slacks, and bed head entered the kitchen.
"Seriously Morgan, what the flying hell have you been teaching that thing?" Ashley asked, grabbing her blazer off a stool and putting it on. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt. "Where's my stuff at?"
"Two drawers over."
The female agent opened the drawer in question, and along with the dish towels were her Glock 19, FBI credentials/badge, handcuffs, and spare ammo. She affixed the gun, handcuffs, and ammo to her belt, then placed the creds into the pocket inside her blazer.
"How did I get here anyway? You didn't slip GHB into my tequila did you?" Ashley joked, sitting down on a stool at the breakfast nook. She thankfully accepted a FBI BAU mug full of coffee – black, two sugars – from her co-worker.
Morgan poured his own coffee into a regular FBI mug, and then retrieved two Ibuprofens before sitting down next to his friend at the nook. He handed the younger Agent the pills, which she immediately dry-swallowed – then chased with some coffee. "No, tequila was in your tequila. You were out of it last night, and I didn't know where you lived so I couldn't call a cab. Instead I carried you to my car and took you back here."
"And you kept me clothed. That's so sweet of you." Ashley responded simply, causing Morgan to laugh.
"By the way, Hotch called about fifteen minutes ago. Said the team had to be at the office in half an hour. New case." Morgan informed, getting up from his stool and retrieving a lint/pet-hair roller from a drawer and tossing it to his co-worker. He then flashed a pearly-white smile before tossing Ashley his house key. "Lock up on your way out Rockstar, I'll meet you in the car."