Author's Note: Really, really sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been writing a really long story for Bones, and now I realize why everyone says it's so hard writing more than one story at a time...
It didn't take long to get to the police station once they landed in Atlanta, and the team went through the case again, this time with the locals. Reid was quiet, but tried hard to listen and engage in the discussions, well aware that the rest of the team was scrutinizing him.
It was getting rather late, and Rossi suggested that they go to their hotel and start fresh on the crime scenes the next morning. They drove over in two SUVs, Hotch, Rossi and Prentiss in one, Morgan, Reid and JJ in the other. Reid couldn't help but feel that everytime he turned his head to look out the window Morgan was staring at him.
"What?!" said Reid aggressively.
"I really am just worried about you, Reid," said Morgan. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," said Reid through gritted teeth.
"Because you know you can talk to us if there's something that's bothering you…" said Morgan carefully.
Reid ignored him and clenched his jaw, staring back out of the window. His headache was getting worse, and all he wanted to do was get some sleep. Alone.
When they got to the hotel, JJ went up to reception to collect their room keys. She handed one to Hotch and one to Morgan, and kept the third key for herself. Reid frowned. JJ saw the looks of confusion on their faces.
"There's a convention in town, they only had three double rooms on such short notice. I'll share with Emily, you guys work out who's sleeping with whom, so to speak," she smiled. Prentiss and JJ headed for the elevator.
"Come on, man," said Morgan, placing his hand on Reid's shoulder. Reid sighed and nodded but avoided his gaze. He followed him up to their room.
"Which bed do you want Reid?" asked Morgan, placing his bag down on the chair by the door. Reid didn't answer, just went over to the bed by the window and set his bag down.
"Okay then," muttered Morgan under his breath.
"I'm going straight to bed," said Reid softly. "Don't wake me." He stripped down to his singlet and boxer shorts and crawled under the covers.
Morgan frowned and shook his head a little at Reid's behavior. He went into the bathroom to freshen up before getting into the other bed across the other side of the room. It didn't take long for Morgan to get to sleep, but he was soon woken by moans coming from the other agent's bed. Morgan lifted his head off the pillow and watched Reid. He had his hands over his ears and was moaning softly.
"Reid!" said Morgan. "What's up?" Reid didn't appear to hear him; he started rocking back and forth on his side, curled up in the foetal position. Morgan waited a few moments, before getting up out of the bed and approaching Reid, unsure of what he should do or say. Reid shifted in the bed and pulled the pillow up from below his head, jamming it into his exposed ear.
Morgan leant over him and shook his shoulder. Reid startled and threw the pillow on the floor as he sat up to look at Morgan.
"What?!" exclaimed Reid. "I told you not to wake me!"
"You were already awake, Reid," whispered Morgan, putting his hands up in surrender. "I was just making sure you're okay. You were moaning, man."
"Yeah, because I couldn't get to sleep!" said Reid. "You snore." With that he leaned over and picked his pillow up off the floor. He smacked it hard with his fist to fluff it up before slamming his head back down on it and glaring at Morgan, his eyes telling him to back off.
Morgan frowned and padded back to his bed, climbing back under the sheets. "No, I do not," whispered Morgan forcefully before turning over and falling back to sleep.
He would have to speak to Hotch in the morning.