I OWN NOTHING
I just saw the most amazing thing from Gubey and Moore's most excellent adventure from Tokyo… I'm still in tears from the awesome. Hopefully it will circulate on the web in the coming days.
AH!
Anywho- this is kinda filler until my muse gets her act together and helps me out.
R/R/E?
{also- change from plain text to bold is a scene change- since ff does not respect formatting and my borders don't always hold}
Morgan slumps in the lobby's plush chair, staring into his coffee.
Reid lopes around the corner, catching sight of Morgan; he stiffens and heads in the opposite direction.
Garcia frowns as she watches the men. She pulls Reid by the upper arm into the doorway of the Hotel's kitchenette.
"Reid, what's wrong with Morgan?" Garcia's voice tinted with worry.
Reid hitches his shoulders.
"He woke up like that. I tried talking to him and he…" Reid shakes his head as Garcia arches her brow. "I don't know, he just was short with me, and when I asked him about it, he completely shut me out." Reid sighs exasperated.
"I know I can be passive aggressive sometimes- this…Morgan can be stubborn." Reid takes a look over at Morgan who has not moved since he's sat down.
"Can you talk to him? I don't know if he's mad at me or…"
The team slowly trickles in slowly.
Outside the glass doors, the clouds hang low, sickly gray. The wind howls, as dry leaves skitter in its wake. Bitter cold, no snow-that brightens everyone's mood right up.
"Don't worry hot stuff- I'll have this sorted out in no time." Garcia whispers, narrowing her eyes at Morgan who sits stiff- listening to the assignments at hand.
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Morgan grits his teeth as he pulls the unsub off the sidewalk- trying to calm down so he doesn't pummel the guy's head in. He shoves him off to the blue suits, shaking out the tension in his shoulders.
Reid. He can't keep his mind off him…and it's just not right. It's just not right.
He gets into the truck with Rossi and Prentiss; lost in his head as he goes through the motions of being normal. Okay.
His jaw hurts with how tightly clenched it is. The ride is relatively silent. They all just want to make their way to the jet to get home. The sky is dark, bitter wind lashing at their backs as they hunch over, running into the hotel for shelter.
Morgan frowns as Garcia stares at him expectantly.
He sighs, making his way to her.
"Mister…you, me…we need to chat." Garcia says. Morgan hangs his head.
Damn, he should have seen that one coming.
a/n: I wanted to post something before the holiday. I shall be computerless for five days! !
Anywho- hope everyone has a nice holiday…keep in mind- this has a 75% chance of having a happy ending.
It's up to you though…
HAVE A HAPPY TURKEY DAY!
