Reid and review (all mistakes are my own)
It was a Wednesday and the case was over, Reid was lounging trying to unwind with his boyfriend Derek. He was reading 1984 by George Orwell because he felt like someone was always watching him or it could be Derek. Spencer had noticed him stealing glances his way 8 hours ago when he had come back from his morning run.
"You can stop staring I promise I'm going to be reading even when you're done with cooking lunch." Reid mused from his book and pulled his glasses to the tip of his nose for effect giving Morgan his best-annoyed stare.
"Fine pretty boy," he raised his hand in a gesture of his surrender. He continued to chop the onions for the steak stir-fry he was making in an effort to be a peace making gesture for his watchful eye.
He was not supposed to be agent Morgan here he was just supposed to be Derek and Agent Reid was only Spencer here because that was part of their vows. There were more to their vows of their relationship but he was just focusing on that one for now. He had just added the rice when he heard the footsteps of someone behind him they were light and uncoordinated, his Spencer.
He knew that Spencer was still unnerved so he was going to be moody and clingy if Derek let him. "Hello," he spoke softly to the room allowed as long arms captured his shoulders and a head bent on his neck. It was like a small child sleeping on his father's shoulders. Spencer was clinging now because that case had gotten past the shield of intelligence.
(3 days ago the last day of the case)
Reid was in the integration room because he was the less dominant of the team. He was the unsub's type: skinny, young, male, bullied at a young age, and gay. He was meek in appearance so he could easily pull off the type of person who could get answers from this unsub. Even though he knew, he never wanted to be anywhere near this killer.
He strode to the door; he was behind the glass that protected him with his love. Reid would have liked to stay behind the two-way mirror instead of going out to th integration room but he had to go. He felt like his chest was tight. He looked back to the glass it was unusual to see the man he loved and if he looked past the bulletproof tinted glass you could see a man chained to the table that he despised. Law and the unjust all in one snapshot for him into his brain it would go forever. Derek Morgan leaning against the bulletproof glass and the man he had chased for killing young gay men behind that glass shackled to a table, Clyde Abhor.
"I don't like this," Morgan said from his place by the window. His arms folded in front of himself in an unconscious effort to comfort himself with the dread ahead.
"I don't like it either," he stated sadly then he was twisting the knob and facing the police station hallway. He was stealing his face for someone who feared and didn't know the killer that was in the integration room, the latter a very hard thing to do.
He took a few steps the hall to the brown door it was painter uniformly like all the police stations all with the same neutral color scheme. It was as if some cosmic joke to make all police stations bland along with there paperwork. It ceased to amaze him that you could make fun of the mundane.
He took a deep breath the last one for his nerves he then tapped his hand to the folder a nervous habit of late, he would have to stop that. Mindless tapping or making of any noise always annoyed Morgan especially when the house was quiet. He turned the knob and entered the world of yet another killer.
"Hello, Mr. Abhor," Reid said as he avoided eye contact and set the file on the table.
"It's Clyde, Mr. Abhor is my father's name Spencer," Clyde spoke as he set his manacled hands on the table. Showing his dominance that he too could touch and have some control be it closer to the young man who looked like the rest of his mates or the mere taking control of the table. His prey hand's slid from the table he had at least won the table. His slender figure it was too good to be true, a young man that he could talk to while he waited for Al to get here for a jailbreak.
"It's Dr. Reid ,"he paused trying to get the point across the homicidal man. He didn't want this man speaking the name that it seemed only his mother and Derek called him by.
"Touchy aren't we young Doctor," he smiled a wolfish grin all teeth like a wolf scaring its prey toying with it Reid picked up on it.
"Lets talk about what you did to Michael," Reid slid a file from the bottom to his top and opened to reveal a nice smiling young man who was wearing a jet blue shirt with khaki shorts leaning against a 2003 white Nissan.
"I don't feel like it," he said and waved his hand like he was dismissing a servant.
"What about," he flipped through all the files looking at the happy young men, "Joshua or Jensen, or Steven how about Isaac you seemed to spend the most time with him." The folders revealed the smiling boys all seeming to not known they would die that year or that they would die at all. "Do you remember what you did to them," he meekly asked hoping he wouldn't have to reveal the gruesome photos to a monster like this. Reid knew that a monster like this liked to see his handiwork again to relive the crime.
"I don't think I remember any of these names," Clyde said from across the able a wolf grin still on his face. 20 minutes and maybe this young man would be coming with him in the meantime he could relive the best times he had had for a while.
"We found your DNA in them," he stuttered the last bit he didn't want to seem so powerful amongst this wolf. The man chained to the table he got a slight shiver from Dr. Reid by moving so fast he took the photos from the table, he threw them to the floor.
"So what DNA is circumstantial," he said as he raised himself from his seat Reid didn't wait he knew he was getting nowhere fast he signaled Morgan to get the guard to lock Clyde backup.
"No it's not we found that you spent the most time with Clyde but you broke skin when you broke Jensen collar bone, he has bite marks in the flesh, we took a mold and found your teeth marks a confession would have just been helpful for the BAU." Reid announced as he saw the guard enter the room taking away the meek appearance and showing Clyde he was not weak. He stood at his full height, left the room, and walked out of the room. He saw Derek in the viewing room still.
"It's okay we have a good case the confession he gave wasn't direct but it would have been icing on the cake not the batter," Morgan said his metaphor was sweet and reminded Spencer to smile it was a win when the team got rid of a sadistic excitation rapist.
"Okay I will let it go," Spencer spoke from the doorway and then he decided he wanted to be in those strong arms that held him at night and kept many a nightmare away.
"What are you talking about I know you will never let it go, and beside I want cake now," he said as he kissed his Pretty Boy because those long arms encircled his waist as soon as the door was shut. He kissed him for a good minute until Spencer needed air and when he was done, he buried his face in his lover's chest.
A/N
Reid and Review please.
Next chapter Clydes great escape and Why Reid is so upset is revealed.
