A Misunderstanding
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, or anything of equal value.
Warning: This story contains implied rape. Though nothing is every mentioned outright, I feel I should warn you.
"Stop it," Reid whimpered pitifully
"Stop it," Reid whimpered pitifully. The team was on their way back to Quantico. Most were asleep, as Spencer was. Morgan and Rossi were the only ones awake, and Rossi was only just. Morgan glanced over at his young friend.
"No, I don't want you to, get off," He muttered, brushing at some unseen attacker. Morgan sat up straighter, was this what it sounded like? Had Reid been… no. No, he couldn't have.
Morgan walked over to him, and shook the young man, gently. "Reid?" He said quietly.
Reid jerked awake. "Morgan, What?" He asked.
"You were having a nightmare man; you want to talk about it?" He asked, hoping this wasn't too frank.
Reid shook his head. Morgan eyed him critically, and then let it be.
Reid brushed it off, and went back to sleep.
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After they landed, everyone had disembarked, heading home. That is, except Reid, who was still sound asleep.
Morgan thought about leaving him on the plane, and then remembered the man's nightmare. "Reid! Oi! Get up, we're home," He called, sticking his head into the plane.
He fell from the chair. Reid stood, blinking rapidly. "Right, thanks Morgan," He said softly, grabbing his overnight bag. "Hey, Morgan?"
"Yeah kid?" he asked, stepping back.
"Can you give me a ride home? My car's in the shop," He asked.
"Sure, hurry up," Morgan said. Good, this would give him a chance to talk to Reid.
Once in the car, Morgan turned to Reid, "Hey, what happened back there?"
Reid looked confused, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you pleaing with someone to get off, to stop, Reid, were you-" Morgan started to ask, but was interrupted by Reid, who started to laugh.
"No, Morgan," He said, through bouts of laughter.
"Then, what?" Morgan asked.
"I was dreaming about my dog. He always climbs on me, and licks my face while I'm trying to sleep."