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Morgan never counted on Reid becoming so angry over one little comment. The young genius had spent all weekend ignoring his calls and when Monday morning hit, Morgan was determined to see him face to face and set things right.
The drive to Reid's apartment was never a far one and Morgan was there quicker than he probably wanted to be. He still hadn't thought of what he was going to do to earn back Reid's attention but he was always good at thinking on his feet.
He climbed the stairs to the third floor, his dark eyes flickering at the peeling paint and chipped wood work of the building.
Reid always said it felt cozy and Morgan always said it reminded him of the seventies.
The doors were a deep faded green and the white linoleum was covered in scuffs marks and as Morgan stopped in front of Reid's door, the tarnished golden numbers glittering at him, he felt butterflies slamming into the walls of his stomach.
"C'mon Derek." He chided himself and knocked heavily on the door. He knew his young lover would be up and had probably already downed three cups of coffee and read two books.
He waited for a few minutes, knocked again and waited some more. He frowned and reached for his back pocket, slipping his set of keys out and flipping through them until he reached the key to Reid's apartment.
He hesitated, if Reid was really angry enough to be avoiding him should he just let himself in unannounced? Morgan finally convinced himself that Reid had never ignored him for this long and maybe he fell sick over the weekend, he'd just quickly check on him and see if he needed anything and if Reid wanted him to leave, he would.
He shoved the key into the keyhole and turned it quickly, not wanting to give himself time to back out and pushed the door open gently.
"Reid?" He called and when no one answered, he took a cautious step inward. "Reid?"
He sniffed and turned his head to face the kitchen, arching an eyebrow as he walked forward.
"What the…"
Reid's coffee pot, the heavy duty one Hotch had gotten him for Christmas after his old worn out one broke, was filled to the brim with coffee that was cold to the touch. Morgan wrinkled his nose when he pulled off the top and smelled the old coffee grinds.
He guessed that Reid hadn't been home at least a day and decided to try his cell phone once more, this time it went straight to voice mail.
"Where are you Spencer?" Derek asked quietly.
"No id on him, eh?"
Officer Sanchez shook her head, "None that we could find yet."
The doctor sighed and ran a hand through what was left of his hair, "This is the fourth one this week…"
Sanchez smiled wistfully, "I wish I could tell you things are getting better…"
The doctor waved his hand to silence her, "John Doe, appears to be in his mid to late twenties, arrived with three cracked ribs, one broken, a mild concussion and signs of hypothermia." He dismissed Sanchez, who left somewhat reluctantly as he began to work on Reid.
Morgan spent all of Monday tracing Reid's steps, he felt a bit like a stalker but he didn't know what else to do. He was beginning to run out of options but was attempting to hold off before he had to call Garcia. He knew his tech savvy goddess could track Reid's movements but he didn't want to do anything to cause her to panic. He even called the two local hospitals.
"No, the name is Spencer Reid…"
"Read?"
"R-e-i-d…"
There was a pause and Morgan held his breath.
"Sorry, no Spencer Reid has been checked in…"
"What about John Does?
"Three of those." The woman responded, sounding almost bored. "You can contact the local police for more information if you want."
Morgan grimaced, "Thank you for your time."
Reid woke up just as Sanchez was finishing her report with the doctor. He groaned and spluttered, in a massive amount of pain.
"Ah! Awake, are you?" The doctor peered at him with a faint look of interest, "Can you speak?"
"M'yeah…" Reid coughed once more, "Where am I?" He asked shakily.
"A hospital, you were brought in last night with severe injuries. You need to tell me your name-"
Reid winced as Sanchez spoke and the doctor cut in darkly, "And your allergies, I can give you stronger pain medicine once everything's confirmed."
Reid's eyes went from foggy to alert quite quickly, "No! No opiates."
The doctor and Sanchez exchanged curiously glances and Reid hastily added, "I'm allergic."
The doctor's look of mistrust returned and only Sanchez could hear him mutter, "Another addict."
"Your name please." She kindly reminded and Reid nodded.
"I'm Doctor Spencer Reid-" He stopped as the doctor made another noise and glanced over at him.
"Forgive me, boy but a doctor at your age?"
"It's true! I work for the FBI!" Reid added.
Now even Sanchez was beginning to look dubious, "Are you certain?"
"Check my id."
"There wasn't any on you when we found you."
Reid sighed deeply, "You can check records or my fingerprints, right?"
Sanchez nodded, "That'll take time though, is there anyone we can call?"
"Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner." Reid stated and then gave the number to Sanchez.
"I'll be back in a moment then." She left the room quickly to make the call, leaving Reid and the doctor alone.
Reid tiredly watched the doctor bustle around with a growing sense of dislike. He attempted to sit up some more but the doctor frowned, "Stay put, boy!" He snapped.
Reid sat back with a frown of his own until Sanchez returned, "I didn't receive an answer but I left a message. I'm going to head back to the station and run your id down. I'll be back as soon as I can."
"…thank you." Reid said sullenly, he never thought that he would have to prove who he was to the police but he was still too weak to really move so he knew all he could do was wait for either Hotch to call back or Sanchez to confirm his id.
He hoped one of those occurred sooner rather than later.
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