Sum: After and extremely tiring case Reid just needs to recharge.
Warning: Contains my own headcanon of Introvert!Reid. Can be read as Moreid (Morgan x Reid) but is just intended to be a fluffy oneshot.
Spencer ignored Derek's zombie comment as the younger sat down on the jet's couch, fluffy blanket and a hot coffee in hand. Without warning he leaned into Morgan's shoulder, surprising the older man into closing the folder of their last case.
They'd just finished a lengthy and trying case and put their unsubs away and the younger man was glad to be away from the chaos. He took a sip of his sweet coffee and sighed, seemingly ignoring his teammates.
That accusation couldn't be farther from the truth. The young FBI agent was simply too exhausted to even register their comments. He snuggled into Morgan with another sigh.
"Woah there, Pretty Boy," Morgan laughed. "What's with the whole snuggling thing?"
"Just shut up," Reid said quietly.
Rossi blinked at them, understanding flickering across his face before being replaced with an annoyingly smug look.
"What's so funny?" Derek asked, almost sounding annoyed.
"He's recharging." Rossi laughed.
"He what?" Derek asked.
"He's recharging, it's something introverts do. Sometimes stimulation is too much and they need to close themselves away to recharge."
Derek still looked confused as he glanced from Reid to Rossi.
"You're a safe and quiet place," Rossi farther explains. "He trusts you."
"Well I would hope so," Derek sighs , looping his arm around Reid instinctively. The motion seems to please the younger man who simply sighs and takes another sip of his coffee. "Not only did I save his ass but I took a bullet for him and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a decent sized bruise because of it. Those ladies were insane."
"You've got that right," JJ quips. "I'm just glad we could lock them away before they added to their body count."
Morgan nods in response. "Me too, I'm just scared to wonder how many members of their 'sisterhood' are still out there."
JJ nods in agreement. "Me too."
After the conversation died down the jet was filled with a comfortable silence. A short while later Reid was asleep, coffee empty and blanket pulled over his shoulder. Morgan seemed afraid to move and rouse the younger man, causing Rossi to chuckle.
Thanks for Reiding! (So original, oof) I'll be writing an unrelated story involving the sisterhood (my group of female criminals) so maybe keep an eye out for that. I'll be trying to get back into the swing of fanfiction to break my two year hiatus. -Sketch