Dying on the installment plan? Yeah…
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Morgan stares at Reid's empty desk, stomach sinking to his feet.
He hadn't called Morgan for a ride this morning…so maybe he got held up on the subway. Or maybe his car conked out on him. (Why can't the kid get a normal, not crappy car like other people? Or at least get it worked on.)
"Have you seen Reid, Hotch?" Morgan asks as Hotch passes his desk.
"He called in sick." Hotch says. "Why, something up?"
"No…maybe. Just worried about him, that's all. Last night…" Morgan sighs.
"The Jet? I kind of figured something was up when he didn't come out the bathroom til— Why don't you go check on him?" Hotch says, slight frown playing on his face.
Morgan nods, grabbing his coat, ready to face whatever damage he'd done.
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Reid buries himself in his covers until he's insulated from the outside world.
But that doesn't stop the painful beating of that infamous muscle that sorely wants relief from all this pressure.
Morgan knows.
Morgan knows.
Morgan.
Knows.
Reid hears a pounding on his from door. If he squeezes his eyes shut, maybe it'll go away. He can hear Morgan calling his name.
Reid scrunches down into a tight ball.
There's a click of the lock being turned.
Damn it, Morgan has a key… of course he does.
"Reid?" Morgan pads through Reid's apartment, looking…for him.
"Reid?" Morgan stops in front of his bedroom door.
"Kid, open the door. Please." Morgan's voice is tight. Reid does nothing as Morgan tries the knob.
"Reid, open the door before I break it down." Morgan bangs on the wood, voice unsteady, fear creeping in.
"You'd just fix it anyway, that's what brothers are for right?" Reid sighs, body aching as he clambers out of bed.
"God, Reid open the damn door!" Morgan's voice breaks, as a sob lodges in his chest. Reid yanks the door open, glaring at a panicky Morgan.
"Reid?"
"Tell me I'm wrong." Reid croaks. "Tell me—"His eyes fill, angry red as he turns, stumbling to the bed and flopping down, drawing his knees to his chin as he rocks.
"Tell me-"Reid sobs as Morgan wraps his arms around Reid's shaking frame.
"Tell me!" Reid screeches, trying to push Morgan's hands away.
Morgan lets go, hands uselessly falling to his lap.
His throat squeezes shut. He can't breathe. He's not sure he even wants to.
"Kid, I"— His own body shutters under the strain. His eyes flutter shut as he sighs. Reid's wild breathing takes up most of the space in the room.
"You're the best friend everyone wishes that they had. I wish…I could tell you different, but I can't. You're my best friend, and I wouldn't…want anything to get in the way of that." Morgan sobs, knowing his words sound lame in his own ears. An excuse.
Reid sinks to the floor.
Reid's voice is steady as he looks straight ahead.
"Morgan, pray tell me, why in the hell would you come all the way to my apartment, make this huge scene…only to give me that response? You gave me the lets be friends speech. Thank you. Please leave." Reid whispers, body shaking.
"Reid"—
"Leave now!" Reid screams, burying his face into his knees.
Morgan sighs; heart weighed by Reid's choked off sobs.
He stops at the door, hoping Reid would look up, hoping…
He wants to make this right but doesn't know how.
Morgan slips out of the room.
Reid never looked up.
A/N: Well, that's depressing.
Let's just say, 'm a bit bitter, cuz that's one of the many things that's plagued my week from hell.
Not the "let's be friends" speech, but the "you really need to talk to someone, but all your "friends" ignore you and your family thinks you have an attitude when really, you're just sad?angry?confused? and can't explain why." On top of that…CBS' slap in the face.
THANKS A LOT!
Signing off for a week…if you have a break from school of work in this hell hole of a month called February, have a great one. If not, I'm sorry.
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