Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Pairings: Reid/Morgan

Spencer never regretted being an omega. It was true that he didn't understand what that meant until he went to Caltech. All throughout high school Spencer had been teased and called omega, but he never really understood what it meant. If he was being strictly honest with himself, it wasn't until he had a doctor's appointment while at Caltech in which he learned what exactly and omega was. But once he learned, he never shied away or regretted it. He never wished he was something else. He bore that status with pride. The only problem was that male omegas were very rare and looked down upon.

All throughout high school, college, and even the academy, Spencer dealt with the bullying and the name calling. It was stuff he could deal with. It wasn't until he experienced his first heat while at the academy did he think it was something to worry about. He never was told how much going through a heat alone would hurt. It didn't just hurt physically, it hurt mentally. He longed for someone to take care of him.

When he joined the FBI, and had to submit the required paperwork that explained he was an omega, he was surprised to find that it was welcomed. He remembered being told that as omega he was given a full week for his heats. During some of the cases, he was glad to be an omega as it made talking to victims quite easy. At first, he thought Hotch was taking advantage of his omega status, but he soon learned that wasn't the case. Spencer remembered one of the cases they had; he had forgotten his heat suppressants. He always managed to take them when it was near his heat and he had to be out on a case. This time he had forgotten to take them and he was holed up in the hotel room in utter misery. He remembered some hotshot alpha detective had gotten into his room and was about to rape him when Hotch came out of nowhere and tackled the detective. After what felt like a long time of the two going at it, the detective left and Hotch stared at Reid.

Spencer could see the flare of his nostrils and how his eyes shifted colors to reveal a more golden brown color which was far different than the normal dark brown he had. This meant his wolf was trying to come out. Spencer actually feared Hotch would take up what the detective didn't. After a few tense moments, Hotch grunted and left the room. It was then that Spencer realized that none of the alphas on the team would hurt him. They protected him, while also teasing him. They were his family, but that didn't make him see why he had to join them.

The team was all sitting around a table at some bar. They had just gotten back from a successful case in Detroit. Well, successful in their book. The unsub was behind bars, all victims had been found safely and returned to their families. This is what they would call successful. Each of the team had some sort of drink, whether it was straight up beer or some fruity alcoholic drink. Spencer had opted for coke. Which, of course, labeled him as the designated driver.

"Dear god. We haven't been in here five minutes and he's already dancing with some faceless chick?"

"Huh?" Prentiss' whining, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Prentiss pointed, "Morgan. We haven't been here that long and he's already grinding away on the dance floor."

Spencer swallowed as she pointed toward where his older teammate was, in fact, dancing with some random woman whose dress was just a little too tight and showed entirely way too much cleavage.

Dave shook his head, "Oh come on Prentiss. Leave him be. If that's what he's into…"

Spencer swallowed as he watched Morgan with the scantily clad woman. This. This is why he hated coming to bars with the team because he had to watch Morgan dance and hang off people that weren't him. Not like Morgan would be interested in a skinny know-it-all like him. He stood and excused himself to the bathroom.

"Shit," he cursed as he slid down the wall.

He had been pining after Morgan for the better of three years after the case in McAllister County when Morgan saved him from being shot by a kid. After that night, Spencer couldn't get Morgan out of his mind. The way he tackled them and landed almost on top of him. It's what got him through his heats.

"Hey Pretty boy. Prentiss said you were in here. You alright man?"

Spencer looked up, "Yeah, I guess the bar scene was just getting to me. The fumes from a bar of this stature can be overwhelming if not toxic. Did you know…"

"Reid. Not now, man."

"Sorry, but yes, I'm fine. Y-you should go back to your dancing partner."

Morgan laughed as he led Reid from the bathroom, "She left me. Something about her boyfriend being a little jealous."

Spencer groaned. He tried to keep himself in check but something about being this close to Morgan and he was releasing pheromones. Morgan froze and sniffed before he growled. His eyes flashed, full of lust as he slammed Reid up against the wall.

Spencer whimpered. God honest whimpered.

Suddenly Morgan was releasing him and pulling back, "Shit. I can't…But fuck, you smell so good."

"Morgan, please."

Morgan stepped further back, shaking his head, "No. Reid. Come on let's get the team. We need to go."

Luckily, Morgan wasn't as drunk as Spencer expected him to be and he took over being the designated driver. He drove everyone home, dropping Spencer off last.

"Thanks Morgan. See you tomorrow."

"Reid wait, look man, I'm…I'm sorry. You know I'd never take advantage of you, right?"

Spencer gave a tight smile, "Of course, Morgan. You're more into the females anyway."

He waved before heading up to his apartment. Sighing, he closed the door and leaned against it. By the time he reached the living room, he was in wolf form. He knew he should've just stripped before shifting, but he just didn't care. Right now he didn't care about anything, not his clothes, nothing. The timber wolf lay on the couch laying his head on his paws. He briefly glanced at his reflection in the television before turning away. He knew that no one would be interested in him wolf or otherwise. He was too skinny, and gangly. He always felt that parts of him were just too big for his body. But other than that, he didn't think he was that bad to look at. Which, is why he didn't understand why no one wanted him.

Spencer whimpered. All he wanted was someone to claim him. He longed for a mate. Wanted to feel like he was loved for once in his life. Oh, he knew his mother loved him and the team loved him but it was different.

"Morning butter cream. God, you look worse than I feel. I thought you didn't drink last night?"

Spencer grunted at Garcia, "I didn't. Just…just didn't get much sleep last night."

Garcia grinned, "Did you running? You should've called me; I would've gone with you."

"No Garcia, you know I don't live anywhere near woods to go running. I just couldn't sleep," he said before placing his coffee and messenger bag on his desk. It was a sign that said leave me alone.

Garcia's smile dropped, "I-I'm sorry," she said softly before she backpedaled to her office.

"Jeez, what crawled up your ass and died?" Prentiss asked.

"Nothing I'm just tired."

Prentiss scoffed, "Right and when has that made you into Mr. Grumpy Pants? Reid, what's going on?"

"Nothing. Where's Morgan?"

"You know Morgan, late as can be," She shrugged.

"You know it's not nice to talk about people behind their back," Morgan chuckled as walked in and sat down.

"Yeah but you're not people."

"Ouch. I'm hurt Prentiss. Morning pretty boy. You okay?"

Spencer grunted and proceeded to ignore Morgan. Morgan raised his eyes and looked at Prentiss.

"Our favorite genius is in a grump. Apparently he didn't get much sleep last night."

Derek frowned. Neither did he apparently. He couldn't stop thinking about Reid. Which, of course, wasn't uncommon. He was always worrying about Reid, but last night…it was different. Every time he closed his eyes it was to the image of him and Reid. There were a couple of flashes of him and Reid running through the woods in their wolf form, which, okay, wasn't bad. It's not like they haven't done it before. However, the other…dreams were of him fucking Reid whether in human form or wolf form. This bothered Derek because, as far as he can remember he had never been interested in guys like that before. After a long night of arguing with himself, he put it off to the pheromones, Reid emitted last night.

"Morgan?"

He shook his head, "I'm sorry what did you say Prentiss?"

Prentiss shook her head, "Nothing. You okay over there?"

Morgan nodded, "Yeah, I'm good."

He glanced over at his teammate who was engrossed in his work and sighed before shaking his head. He wasn't gay. He knew that for a fact. It was just his wolf responding to Reid's pheromones. But…why did Reid…Reid wasn't interested in him, was he? Maybe he smelled a female that appealed to him and…Derek shook his head. Whatever the reason it wasn't his business.

The rest of the morning seemed to go by just fine, well according to Derek. They had no cases so it was just a lazy paperwork day. He honestly would prefer to be out catching unsubs than inside doing paperwork, but it was nice to have a down day. It made him think that they would be able to get out of here early. All during the day, he couldn't help but glance at Reid. The kid had been quiet all day long, keeping his head down and working diligently on his files which Derek knew he had finished at around lunch time. It was now two in the afternoon and Reid had his nose buried in a book.

"If you're really that worried, go talk to him."

"What?" he looked up at Prentiss.

"You keep staring at him. Just go talk to him if it'll make you feel better. I know you're wondering what's wrong with him."

Derek stared, "What happened to no inter-team profiling?"

Prentiss just grinned. Derek shook his head and went to go to Reid's desk when he heard Garcia's voice.

"Oh my sweet, delectable, hunk of chocolate and muscle."

Derek groaned. This meant she wanted something. "Hey Baby girl. What'cha need?"

"You know the full moon is soon right? Like in a couple of days soon?"

How could he forget? Just knowing the full moon was this close was making him twitchy. Maybe that's what was wrong with Reid.

"Um, yeah. What about it?"

"Well…I was wondering if you'd go running with me?"

Derek was confused. Every year on the full moon the team joined the other wolves in the area and went running together. They weren't really a full pack but they kinda became one on that night. Someone from the group would offer their property to go running on. He remembered vaguely that Rossi had offered his property for this time.

"Um…but we're all running together. Like always."

Garcia shrugged, "Well I was thinking of doing something different. You know me, I don't like always following blindly behind everyone else."

Derek nodded, "Right. I…I'll think about it."

Garcia grinned, "Awesome!"

"Hey!" he shouted as she walked away. "That doesn't mean yes!"

Prentiss smirked, "Yeah right. You should never tell that girl you'll think about it. It always means yes in her book."

Derek shrugged before he walked over to Reid, "Hey pretty boy, what's up?"

"I'm trying to read, Morgan. So if you have something important…"

Derek raised his eyebrow, "Um, okay? I was just seeing if you were alright. You seemed in a bit of a funk."

Reid turned and looked at him, "You really wanna know what's bothering me? My heat's starting soon. Which means…"

Derek blinked. If his heat was starting this close to the full moon…it meant he couldn't run. "You won't be able to run with us on the full moon."

"Right. Now you can see why I'm a little annoyed."

Derek nodded, "Right, okay, but Reid, if your heat is this close, why are you here?"

"I start me week off tomorrow and I wanted to get as much done today as possible so I'm not behind."

Suddenly Derek wanted to know if Reid had someone to help him with his heat. Reid never made any mention of being with someone and he knew for a fact that Reid was unclaimed. But that didn't mean there wasn't anyone. The thought of Reid going through his heats alone…

"I'm sorry pretty boy," he said softly.

Reid just shrugged and turned back to his book. Derek went back to his desk and sat down. Derek felt extremely horrible for Reid. To run on the full moon was one of a wolf's greatest joys. As werewolves, they weren't tied by the moon, but it was, in a way freeing. Being able to run under its light…Derek never knew what it would be like should he miss it. During cases, they always, very discretely, had a pack run if they were there during the full moon.

Hotch walked out of his office and stood on the catwalk, "Okay guys, go home. I know you all are feeling as twitchy as I am. So go home and try and relax. Reid, I'm sorry you won't be able to join us this month. Take care of yourself and I'll see you next week."

The team all headed Hotch's words and packed up to go home. Derek walked over to Reid and put a hand on his shoulder causing the youth to flinch.

"Need a ride home pretty boy?"

"I'm good, but thank you Morgan. See you all next week."

They all watched him leave. Penelope drooped a little, "I feel so bad for him."

Derek nodded as he walked with Penelope, "Yeah I know."

Penelope shook her head, "Not just that he won't be able to run during the full moon, but that he has no one to take care of him during his heat. Poor boy is all alone. I remember what that was like until I met Kevin."

Derek blinked, "That reminds me, how come Kevin's not running with you?"

"Kevin is in Ohio visiting his family. Besides, he doesn't get the importance of the full moon like we do."

Derek nodded. Right. Kevin wasn't a werewolf. It was rare that humans and werewolves mated. Eventually, when the human agreed, and the time was right, said human would be turned. This was only if the two planned to stay together as the wolves had to be claimed. And since Kevin was still human, Penelope had not been claimed. Therefore they really couldn't be considered mates. He smiled at his friend, kissed her cheek, and watched her get in her car and drive off before he did the same.