Title: Three Signs (Chapter 2/7 -Reflecting)
Author: FinnishSphinxRating: T
Pairings: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: They are not mine, just using them for amusement...
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The drive back home went in a fog. Quite honestly Morgan wasn't sure how he had managed to drive back without hitting a lamp post, while his brain kept replaying the scene he had witnessed. It had never even come up as a possibility. Looking back now he probably should have guessed. The only date Morgan knew about, the one with J.J., had been an absolute fiasco to both parties, and Reid never even seemed that interested in her.
Morgan's mind was wrapped around one single question: "Why did it feel so bad to see Reid kissing that guy?"
Morgan plopped down on his couch, leaned his head back and thought about it. The feeling didn't come from the fact that Reid was into guys. Morgan was just fine with it. It had to be about the guy in question, but why? Morgan knew nothing about him, he was probably a nice guy.
Thoughts went on, circling round and round but never reached a conclusion. Finally Morgan got up and started getting ready for bed. No matter how much his thoughts disturbed him, he had to go to work the next day and he needed his sleep. He dived between the covers, found a nice position and shut his eyes. Once he had laid his tired body to bed, sleep came quickly.
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The clock on the nightstand glowed green light. Morgan turned to see it and sighed. 04:07. He laid back on the bed and his mind went back to the reason he had woken up in the first place. Again.
The same dream had come to him every night for the last week. He had been in the parking lot again, but this time he wasn't looking from the shadows. Morgan was there, pressing Reid against a car, kissing him vehemently, not that stranger. He could still remember what Reid's lips had tasted like, what it felt like to press himself against that delicate, warm body. Morgan buried his face with his hands. He didn't feel this way because he was jealous, didn't he? He hadn't ever been interested to do anything like that with a man. The memory of Carl Buford had taken care of that. He could appreciate a nice looking guy, but when he thought about doing something more intimate, he went into full blown panic. Why didn't that happen with Reid?
He thought about it and the answer turned out to be simple. It was because it was Reid. Reid, who would never harm anyone, and definitely not Morgan. Reid was brilliant, nice looking, warm man who trusted Morgan, and who Morgan trusted. A loud voice in his mind wanted to add its own comments. It was not just because Reid was safe, or because the kiss had invigorated physical lust for him. They had known each others for years. Morgan paused to let his thought get in correct order and summed it up into one conclusion.
He cared for Reid. Much more than as a friend. He valued him, and wanted him. Morgan could spend the rest of his life pondering it, but the truth would remain the same. Morgan got up and walked to the kitchen. He started brewing coffee, and settled on the counter, looking at the dark liquid dripping slowly into the pot. After he had come to his conclusion about his feelings, he had felt oddly peaceful. It was easier when he knew what was going on, no matter how complicated things could get. There was no great big turmoil. His mind had simply come to a decision and that was it. He had no doubts about his wants, but one big question remained: What was he going to do?
Reid and that guy were obviously doing well. Reid had practically glowed every time the couple had talked on the phone. And even if they did break up, it didn't mean Reid would be interested in Morgan.
Well...Maybe it wasn't that serious for Reid. Morgan had to scrap that idea right away. He just couldn't imagine Reid in a casual fling, it had to be serious. By the time the coffee was ready, Morgan had made up his mind. He was going to wait for a suitable opportunity, and press Reid for information. If there was even a slightest chance for Morgan, he would make his move and hope for the best.
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Morgan didn't need to wait very long for an opportunity, just five days, thanks to a serial killer in a small town in Nevada. The town had the advantage of most little town, namely accommodation in tiny, sleazy run down motel, where the team was forced to pair up to share rooms. It was few minutes before midnight when they finally got to leave and get some rest, and all team members were planning to take full advantage of it. Reid dropped his bag on the floor next to the bed and looked at Morgan, who close the door behind him.
Reid gave a small sigh and started looking for his wallet. "I'm gonna go get some food, you want me to bring you something?"
Morgan gave him a surprised look. "We have been working for the past 32 hours, don't you want to get some sleep?"
"Yes, but I can't sleep with a crumbling stomach."
"Hate to tell you, but you can't live on coffee alone, not matter how much sugar you put in it."
"You want something or not?" Reid was already opening the door.
"Well, since you are going anyway, I could eat a burger."
"OK, I'll be back soon, I think there was a burger joint few streets from here." Reid grabbed his room key from the dresser next to the door and left.
Morgan's mind was running wild. He had Reid all to himself for the night. Chances like this don't come often. As soon as Reid came back he would start his data mining mission. Reid's trip lasted half an hour and he returned with two Styrofoam containers, and passed another one to Morgan.
"I think that one's yours. A King-size burger with double-everything." Reid grinned and sat on his bed to eat.
"Reid....." Morgan started, but paused to think how he should start this.
"What?" Reid asked while chewing a mouthful of food."Can I ask you about-" Morgan stammered. "I mean, I want to talk to you about something."
"Okay,` Reid mumbled and swallowed a piece of his burger. "What is it?"
