All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
-Andre Breton
Chapter 1:
"What's holding you down? Profiling a wall? Give yourself a break, kid." Morgan spoke after what seemed like a century of long silence and he let out a chuckle. He knew that if Reid was staring at a wall blankly for minutes straight and never glancing down at his book – a Russian novel that you couldn't even tear away from his eyes the flight before – something was up.
Reid moved his glance over to the other man in front of him, despite how much he wished he didn't have to. He didn't want to be questioned, so he brought himself to look at him anyway. He simply shook his head, telling the other agent wordlessly that nothing was wrong.
"Alright.." Morgan said, not believing it one bit, and the tone of his voice proved just that. Reid looked at him and the smile on the other man's face created a blush on his own cheeks and he quickly stood up, walking over to the back of the jet to have some alone time. A nice cup of coffee loaded with sugar to get one thing off his mind.
Reid leaned against the backside wall of the jet, looking out on all of the team members who were now physically and emotionally exhausted from their recent case. JJ was sleeping next to Emily, and Rossi and Hotch were both alone, Hotch finishing up some paper work while Rossi had a book in his hand, but he looked as if he could fall asleep any time now. Reid himself wasn't tired at all, another sleepless flight to Quantico.
After a while of collecting his thoughts, he made his way back to his seat across from Morgan, who had a smirk on his face. "Why did you blush, pretty boy? What you thinkin'? Ah, I know, another young actress in the case, definitely worth recollecting the memories…remind you of anyone?" Morgan teased, referring to Lila Archer, an actress Reid seemed to be attached to during a stalker case seven years ago. A case shockingly similar to their most recent. "Blonde, gorgeous, actress…just your type." he said quietly, the smirk never disappearing.
Blonde..Gorgeous..
Of course Morgan thought that. A young, beautiful girl. Morgan's type.
It hurt Reid a bit, knowing he would never know what was going through his mind. Just your type. He would never know how incorrect that assumption was. He'll never know what it feels like to be in love with your best friend. A man sitting right in front of you..and you can't tell him what your heart is begging you to confess. He'll never know what it is like be in love with a straight man.
A/N: It was short, but it was more like an experiment considering I wasn't sure about it. Review if you'd like.