Title: Criminal Minds: Titanic
Rating: T for now
Warnings: A little language is all and yes, in a way, a bit of racism. I'm trying to keep this story real. I am black myself so I mean no harm to any race when I write this story. I love everyone. Duh.
Summary: The love story between Jack and Rose now a story of forbidden romance between Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid and their own challenges going further than social statuses of wealth.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds and make no money off of any of this.
The sound of the ship and people boarding rang through their ears as the four people sat at a round table in a local bar.
The smell of the ocean was almost tangible and the sunlight invaded through the windows of the bar, nearly illuminating the two players against the Italians.
Poker was the game that was being played and two handfuls of coins and dollar bills sat in the middle of table. It wasn't much but to the players, it was everything. On top of it all were two tickets to New York.
"We already bet them all our money, Morgan! We should stop now!" A woman with long, silky black hair complained to her bald companion. He shook his head as a sign of no. The tickets to the RMS Titanic beauty was staring him right in the face and he'd be damned if he couldn't win this. He'd finally be leaving Southampton and go to America. From there, he'd take a train to Chicago. He was born in America but had traveled a bit and he ended up in England.
He was black – something not many were fond of but his mother was white and a respectable person. It made life a little bit easier for him. Not like he cared. He didn't need people to like him in order for him to live his life. Nonetheless, he wanted to visit his mother after these few years of him being apart from her. Winning these tickets would be the first step. He also promised her grand kids but he had another secret that he hadn't told anyone yet.
I don't plan to. It's even more taboo than being black in this damn society. That's a double negative for me.
"Well Prentiss?" Morgan asked, looking to his female friend. "What have you got?"
She scowled and placed her cards face down in defeat. "I fold." The Irish men were getting a little excited as she said this, expecting to win.
"And you guys?" Morgan said, looking at the Irish men who were nearly grinning from eye to eye.
One Irish man decided not to as he didn't have durable enough cards himself but the other one smirked and placed down a full house. It looked like Prentiss had a heart attack as she saw the five cards in front of her.
"You fucking idiot! Now we lost all our money!" Prentiss began, nearly about to strangle her partner. He of course, held her back and tried to fight a smirk while doing so.
"Damn. Prentiss, you're going to have to tell your mother you won't be seeing her for a while…because we're going to America baby! Royal flush!" Morgan exclaimed as he slammed the cards on the table. The Irish men were astonished and Prentiss, too stunned did nothing but Morgan picked her up and twirled her around, bringing her back to life at the same time.
"Haha! Oh my god, you actually did it!" She finally said after finding the right words. She grabbed the tickets off the table and high fived Morgan. While they were celebrating, the two Irish men were fighting.
"America, here we come!" Prentiss exclaimed in excitement.
"America? Well you better get a move on. Titanic is leaving for her Maiden voyage in five minutes." A man in the bar said while cleaning out a glass.
Morgan looked at Prentiss and then at the clock briefly. Prentiss grabbed her bag and Morgan swept the cash quickly into it before grabbing it from Prentiss while she clutched her own carrier and dashed away with her.
They shoved pass people, waving their tickets to get the attention of the man boarding the public on. "Wait, wait!" Morgan exclaimed as he got closer to the ramp.
The man looked at Morgan with slight discontent but pushed it aside. "May I see your tickets first?"
Morgan gave his and Prentiss's. The man observed them and allowed them on board.
"I can't believe this is happening!" Morgan said and Prentiss eagerly nodded. They went to their room and saw two Irish men looking at them in confusion.
"Hey, how are ya two doing?" Morgan asked, not really wanting an answer. He didn't get one either.
"I get top bunk!" Prentiss claimed. She threw her things up there.
"Why do you get top bunk? I'm the one who made us win!" Morgan joked, playfully hitting Prentiss before settling for the bottom bunk. He placed his things on there before running out with Prentiss. They got on the dock and began waving at the people below. They were about to take a trip across the Atlantic ocean to America, on Titanic's Maiden Voyage.
"I do not see the point of me going on this ridiculous trip with you and mum." A tall, thin, lithe boy with chestnut curls and a large hat that had roses embodied around it atop his head, was helped out of a carriage by a man most likely being the butler. Everything resembled royalty but it was only wealth.
First class passengers and their over doing of everything.
He wore a white suit that hugged his body in a complimentary way. A bit girlish for a man but it wasn't that awkward on a young male like him. He was well formed; hip bones prominent, slender fingers in white gloves clutching a small wallet. His facial features were even better. Perfect pink lips, small nose, and large brown, expressive eyes framed by long lashes. He looked younger than he really was.
Another man descended from the other side, laughing slightly but seeming more annoyed. He looked to be about 45 with black hair slicked back in a fancy style. "Spencer, it's a gift from me to you. You're nearly 18. See it as an early birthday present."
"Oh Charles, he's in his rebellious stages. Of course he'd question everything." The woman who spoke descended soon after. She looked similar to the young man but only with blond hair and much older.
"I know that Diana but I will not have a step son who continuously decides to go against my wishes." While Charles said this, he looked sharply at Spencer, daring him to speak again.
"Let's just board and enjoy this trip." She sighed. They were helped up the stairs that was only available to first class passengers. Charles and Diana were ahead of Spencer who took his time. Before climbing up the flight of steps, he looked around at the people smiling, laughing, waving good bye to their loved ones.
Goodbyes…
Happiness seemed to be the only thing crossing these people's minds. His conveyed the opposite. Every step he took for his trip on the supposedly greatest ship ever built only seemed to choke the life out of him, the happiness out of him. It was like his life was ending already.