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500 Days of Spencer.

Day (3)

Simple Comfort

Morgan looked over at Reid from across the jet, watching as the young genius fiddled with a coin of some sort, looking out the window. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes troubled. His entire posture looked exhausted. Morgan had been extremely worried about him during this case. It had been short but ended badly. Reid had been getting worse by the hour and yet... he hadn't said anything.

Until now, that is.

He got up quietly, as to not wake a sleeping JJ who lay on the couch beside him, and walked over to where Reid sat. He fell into the seat opposite the man, and put a hand on the table.

Reid, a little late, noticed his presence and hid the golden object in his pocket, and blinked a few times.

"What's wrong with you, kid?" Morgan asked, adding the nickname so it wouldn't sound as serious.

He watched as Reid immediately looked away, and a stray piece of hair fell into his eyes. Oh, how Morgan wanted to gently put it back in place. But he just couldn't; so he controlled his hands.

"Nothing. I'm fine." Spencer assured him, but he didn't believe it for a second. Something had been very wrong with Reid since the Tobias case. Very wrong indeed.

"You are in no way fine. Running off during briefings, being late for the jet, actually getting startled? What's up with you? You know you can talk to me right?" Morgan asked, needing the object of his hidden affection to understand.

"I...I do know that. But there's nothing to talk about." The shy man persisted, but still, Derek wouldn't accept it.

"Reid." He said firmly, and visibly saw Reid's shoulders sigh in defeat.

"Fine. I... I'm just having some trouble focusing, that's all. I'm...not really sleeping either." Spencer confessed, and Morgan had a feeling it wasn't the whole truth. But he would work with what he was given for now.

"Why didn't you tell us? Tell me?" Morgan asked, and saw Reid subtly roll his eyes a fraction.

"Why do you care?" Reid countered, and Derek was taken aback. How could he even ask that?

"Why...why do I care about this? Because I care about you." He said firmly, and Reid looked into his eyes for the first time since he sat down.

"But why?" Reid asked again, and Morgan felt butterflies flutter in his stomach as the handsome genius stared him down, questioning filling his deep brown eyes.

"Because... because you're special. You're an amazing person Reid, don't ever think otherwise. All you ever do is care about other people, so why is it such a surprise that we care back? I've cared about you since the day you joined the team." Morgan explained, and Reid blushed immediately, making him the most adorable person he'd ever seen.

"I...you...that's not true." Reid muttered, but Morgan shook his head.

"Yeah it is Pretty Boy. Now please talk to me?" Morgan almost begged.

"I can't. I... I can't. At least not yet. But know that I trust you." Reid said in a quiet voice, and looked down sadly.

Unable to control himself any longer, Derek grabbed Reid's hand lightly, and ran a finger innocently across the other man's thumb. Spencer looked up in shock, a reddish tint to his smooth cheeks, but he didn't pull away. Morgan relished the contact, and felt electrified.

"I know Spencer. Same always goes. And when you are ready to talk to someone, it better be me." He said with a wink, but made sure the honesty was clear in his statement.

For just a moment, the two locked eyes, and Morgan knew he was just tricking himself into thinking it was special. But he didn't care because he stared into Reid's deep, troubled, chocolate brown eyes and felt as though he could lose himself in them forever.

But all too soon, the moment ended, and Reid looked away, obviously embarrassed. He gently pulled his hand away, and looked out the plane's dark window.

"I'm gonna get some coffee, I've kinda given up on sleep. Want some?" Morgan asked and stood up, sensing he needed to make an exit.

"Uh...yeah. The usual please." Reid said, and Derek smirked.

"You mean a little coffee with your 10 pounds of sugar?" He asked sarcastically, and even Reid smiled a bit.

"Technically, 10 pounds of sugar could never fit in a coffee mug, plus-" Reid explained, but was cut off.

"I know, genius; I was kidding." He said, and ruffled Spencer's hair.

"So was I." Said Reid with a small smile.

And Morgan shoved down the butterflies in his gut.

And the story continues.

Next chappy will probs be out of order. (like day 100 or some shit lol)

That's how the movie went :p

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