Harmless Theft; Coffee Heist

Notes:

I do not claim the series or it's content.

Tuesdays. No one liked Tuesdays. Reid for example hated them; the hung over monday workaholics and their short tempers. The pumped up soccer moms and the need for speed to get the kids out in time for school. The list went on, although, there was one reason that topped them all.

The extra busy coffee shop like the one he was in now.

After every hard working Monday, Tuesdays left everyone wanting extra java. That meant more and larger orders, longer lines, more waiting. He really couldn't complain as he rattled off his own order.

"Two with creme, four black, and one triple sugar with milk."

"And what size would you like them in?"

"All large."

Moaning from the back of the line made Spencer feel awkward. Dressed in slacks, a burgundy vest, and with a white dress shirt; he dug into his satchel for his wallet. It wasn't his fault the team picked him to run for coffee. It also wasn't his fault that the coffee in their office tasted as if it was filtered through a rusty can.

Turning to the man behind him he offered a meek smile, one that was returned with a heated glower. Reid looked to the floor and shuffled to the right, the coffee lodge was usually his only savior in mornings like these, but today it was far from that. This wasn't a Timmies, this was the higher rated, "pick your blend" sort of establishment.

Gathering the double stacked coffee-holder trays, he moved out to the waiting car. The black SUV purring on the side of the road for him contained one Derek Morgan in the driver's window. Climbing into the front passenger side, he huffed.

"Tough line?" Derek asked as if he had no idea. Of course it was, he could clearly see through the window of the bean joint. It had taken him an entire fifteen minutes to climb to it's end and another to have the coffee made before returning to the car.

"Why couldn't you go in again?" he muttered slightly sour. He set the coffee in his lap, careful not to jostle them while putting on his seatbelt. Derek's laugh came from beside him. Sure, he didn't have to stand and order so it was funny.

"Because Pretty-boy," Morgan's voice offered amusement, "I drove." As if to clarify his statement as true, he moved his right hand in gesture to himself. Sitting in all his profound jeans and tight fitting tshirts, today being the casual black, was somehow still Reid's beloved boyfriend and co worker.

Right now, after all that, the reasoning wasn't nearly enough. He could get himself to work, but car pooling just seemed easier, even more when they were coming from the same dwelling. He turned from his boyfriend intent on ignoring him for the rest of the ride.

The trip wasn't nearly as long as Reid would have like.
He still had a good ten more minutes of fuming left in him.

"Careful," Reid warned with a hiss as Derek drove into the underground parking lot. The speed bump slopping the java to the venting hole and atop the lid. The SUV slowed only after letting the boy genius catch a drip or two with his coddling hands. The now delivery service vehicle shifted into park, Derek turned the ignition off, the motor stopping dead.

There was a moment of guilt played on Morgan's face, only for a minute as he gently grasped Reid's left hand, kissing away the cooled droplets. Leaning over further, Derek took the top tray of coffee, leaving Reid with the other.

"Love you," the dark eyed hunk spoke with equal amusement before slinking out the driver's side door.

So close had be been to forgiving his lover. So close was the gap for one last intimate kiss. It all slipped away in seconds, Reid only stopping to think of what else had exactly slipped away.

Derek.

Slipping away with not only half the loot, but half the credit.

"Hey!"

By the time his lover figured out his sly move, Morgan was already hitting the elevator doors, holding it for Reid even after his escape. Pouting all the way up to the office floors, they stepped off, Spencer taking the lead and everything falling back into it's comfortable niche.