Wounded Heart

Chapter Four

So here is chapter 4 (finally) It took me forever to write this between school and my parents. I will try to make the next chapter much better because I just wanted to get this one done. I especially can't wait to write the shopping scene! Wait three more chapters and there will definantly be some boy on boy action! Thanks to my readers and my reviewers, you make me feel like a fat house cat! (thats a very good thing)

*Bzzzt—Bzzzt—Bzzzt- * It was 8:57 on a Friday when the gentle buzzing of Spencer Reid's phone woke him up. His eyes searched around the room trying to find something familiar to him then a second later he remembered he was at Morgan's house in the guest bed. The buzzing returned a moment later reminding him that he needed to find his phone. He started to move towards the right side of the bed so he could grab his bag that was next to the door yet instead of being graceful and actually walking to the door he ended up getting his foot wrapped up in the blankets and falling to the ground. "Ahahh-!" He quickly yelled before his side and back came in contact with the hard floor. "That hurt…" He mumbled reaching for his bag and finding his phone. He was so tired from not getting any sleep he was tempted to forget about the phone in his hand and opt for just laying there on the floor.

"Hello?" He grumbled into the receiver not bothering to check who it was or anything, though he wasn't quite in the mood to talk to the person on the other line. "Hey Spencer," Said Prentiss trying to sound upbeat, even if it did sound strained to both of them. "I was just calling to tell you and Morgan that the team is getting the entire week off today, and me and J.J. were wondering if you wanted to go shopping with us today-"

"Sorry but today is not good." He said hastily, interrupting the last part of her sentence. There was and disappointed 'oh' after he said this and could hear Emily talking with someone he could only perceive to be J.J. who also sounded disappointed. He felt guilty, even though he shouldn't, but decided to try and please the two. "Um, but maybe on Sunday we could go though?" He said as he moved from his position staring at the ceiling to sitting with his back against the wall and his knees to his chest. This perked the two ladies up as they said 'that be great' and 'awesome' before confirming their planes.

Reid closed his phone then hung his head and sighed. He felt the stress building up already just thinking about how he was going to be left alone with Morgan in his apartment while he 'supervised' him all week long. He would rather be at work doing his paperwork and reports instead. Giving one more sigh he got up from the floor and started out into the hall towards Derek's room. Emily had asked him to tell Morgan about them having the week off so he headed down the hall to the master bedroom to tell the older agent the news. He was about to knock when something all too familiar in an orange and white bottle on the coffee table caught his attention. Reid walked over to the table and picked up the bottle reading the label. It was the bottle of anti-depressants that the doctor proscribed for him.

Spencer glared at the bottle with total disgust and hatred before tossing the pills into the garbage then going back over to Derek's room and swung open the door. All thoughts of etiquette and politeness left his mind as he quickly walked over to Derek and shook his shoulder. This though turned out to be a mistake. Morgan grabbed onto the young geniuses wrist and flipped them over pulling something out from under his pillow.

So here was Spencer who looked like he was having a panic attack while Derek pinned him to the bed with a gun placed on the side of his head. After a second something seemed to register in the older agents mind that this was his friend and not some evil Unsub. He relaxed the gun onto the pillow and bowed his head onto Spencer's shoulder. "Spencer,' He mumbled. "Next time you want to wake me up you might want to try calling my name Pretty Boy."

Reid nodded to his statement as a blush crept onto his face. Derek was over him shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants. Spencer watched as the muscles on his back and arms rippled a little as he relaxed out of his defensive mode and could feel his abs against his stomach as Derek slowly laid back onto the bad being careful not to crush Reid's lithe body.

"Um, I just wanted to let you know that the team has the week off so you can sleep in." He mumbled quietly to the older agent who was still on top of him and looked as if he had no intention of removing himself. "Derek?" Spencer said trying to grab the others attention. "Derek!" He said again this time louder.

Derek grunted a reply letting him know he was listening. "C-can you get off of me?" He asked quietly and slightly embarrassed at how he was reacting to the feel of Morgan's body atop of his. With another grunt of reply Morgan turned himself onto his side releasing Spencer from his muscular imprisonment then promptly went back to sleep. Reid could only shake his head at how Morgan could go from 'I'm going to splatter your genius brain on my pillow' to the bear in hibernation before him now. He turned to exit the room closing the door behind him not wanting to be on the next episode of 'What happens when you wake a wild animal.'

"God, this is going to be a long week." Spencer thought with a sigh as he walked back into his designated room for the time of his imprisonment to grab a change of clean clothes. A shower was always a good way for him to relax and he was definitely hoping that would be the case now. Also after that dream he had last night he was covered in the saltiness that still lingered after the sweat had disappeared.

Reid turned on the water letting it warm up. He stood in front of the sink looking into the mirror. Dark circles under his eyes were left as evidence of his sleepless nights and his hair stuck up in different directions. Spencer took off his shirt and looked over his lithe pale torso. He had to admit he was more feminine then most men in the B.A.U or the F.B.I for that matter. He had no abs but instead a smooth thin frame that had a slight curve adding to his femininity. Sighing he finished disrobing before stepping into the path of the warm water.

A shower seemed to be the one thing that always seemed to help his ever working brain put things into perspective, especially what just happened moments ago with Derek. Not knowing what to make of the whole thing was making Spencer's mind go haywire! His feeling for the man had been nothing but brotherly admiration for years, but he had admit the past few months he had felt an odd pang every time the man came to work bragging about his latest bang.

'No, no, no! This is just all in my imagination!" Reid had enough of this nonsense and decided to just carry on with his bathing routine.

*~*~*~After Shower~*~*~*

Spencer stepped out of the bathroom dressed in fresh clothes, his usual button up collar shirt with a vest and black slacks, carrying his pajamas and other toiletries back to his room when he heard something coming from the living room that sounded like Derek talking in something like baby talk. Being curious Reid slowly walked to the corner where the hall meets the wall to be met with the sight of the big bad Derek Morgan speaking baby talk to his dog while rubbing behind his ears.

"Well this is adorable." Spencer said with a small chuckle

Morgan looked up at the younger man with a smile on his face. He sent Clooney outside knowing that dogs were not his forte.

"Hey Pretty Boy." Morgan greeted before getting up and slowly making his way over to the other. He gently took Reid's freshly bandaged wrist in his large warm hand bringing it up to eye level. "We need to talk."

Well, what did you think? I know it wasn't as up to par as usual but like i said the next one will be better! Well ja!