A/N: Hello! It's me again. How are you all doing? Hope you're all doing great. How was your Valentine's? Hope it was great. As for me, I was working that day, so, pity me if you will, but it's all good. Haha. Anyway, so sorry for the very long update. I kinda got lost in the story and frankly, i had a hard time continuing this. And with that, I would like to take this opportunity to thank all those people who supported my story and liked it and made it their favorite. There's nothing better than seeing your reviews and your likes after a hard day's work. Errgh, well enough of the chitchat. Again, reviews are love and I love you guys! (does that make sense? ...i Don't even...) Well, without further ado, I present you Chapter 8!
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CHAPTER 8
"A mug? You want me to bring you home a mug? A mug that you can also buy in Virginia?" Morgan asked Reid while he was pouring himself (terrible, horrible, atrocious) coffee from the coffee maker at the police station.
"What's wrong with mugs? I like mugs. I like drinking coffee from mugs." Reid implored as he poured himself coffee from the breakroom.
"Baby, it's like you have a hundred mugs already."
Reid tried (very, very hard) not to grin like a doofus at the pet name. "That's an exaggeration, Derek. I only have, like 21 mugs."
Morgan sighed wearily. They were having this conversation for like, 30 minutes already. 30 minutes. Because of a mug. It's actually Morgan's fault, really. He made the mistake of asking Reid what he wanted as a souvenir when Morgan got back from New York. He thought Reid would ask for a replica of the Statue of Liberty, or maybe a scarf, or a painting, (or in Morgan's fantasy, "No, just yourself. You're enough of a gift for me." Okay, that's kinda hot. Kinda desperate. But hot.)
"Okay, fine. A mug it is." Morgan conceded with a sigh.
Reid squealed softly on the other line. "Thank you. Really."
Morgan smiled softly, then grimaced as he tasted the coffee. "You know I would do anything for you, Pretty Boy."
Reid was silent on the other line, but Morgan was not worried. His genius is just trying to calm himself down. Morgan knew from experience that Reid was biting his lip nervously and tucking a soft strand of his hair behind his ears. Damn.
"How are you, anyway?" Reid asked softly. "Are you eating well? Are you sleeping?"
Morgan smiled as he slouched on the uncomfortable chair. "I am. Don't worry."
"I just don't want you to get sick or anything." Reid cleared his throat. "When are you coming home, anyway?"
"Why are you asking? Do you miss me already?" Morgan teased, knowing that Reid will splutter a reply.
"Yes."
Morgan sat up straight, almost knocking the already cold coffee from the table. His heart thudded hard in his chest. Just a simple word. Just a simple, whispered word and he felt like his heart will explode from his chest.
"Spencer…you…"
Reid cleared his throat again. "Well, you asked."
Morgan closed his eyes. "Damn it, Spencer. You can't just say things like that when you know we're miles and miles from each other."
"It's actually 337.45 miles."
Morgan huffed a laugh. "Point is, I missed you, too. I can't wait to come home to you."
Reid smiled shyly, even though Morgan can't see him. "Come home soon."
"I will. As soon as we're finished here, believe me."
Reid saw Emily enter the breakroom, glancing at him and smirking. He does not like that smirk.
"Uhm, hey. I gotta go. Call me when you can, okay?" Reid whispered, glancing every now and then at Emily who was already eavesdropping.
"Let me guess. Emily's there."
"Affirmative."
Morgan chuckled. "And I know she's already eavesdropping. All right, I'll let you go now." Morgan then lowered his voice. "Take care, Pretty Boy. I'll be thinking of you." Then the line went dead.
Reid was frozen on the spot as he almost felt the caress of Morgan's voice in his ear. His face was beet red and his mouth was open as he was about to say something.
"Hey, Reid. Everything okay? Who were you talking to?" Emily asked innocently as she leaned on the refrigerator.
Reid mentally shook himself as he stored his cellphone in his pocket. "Uhm…that was…you know…he…"
Emily rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just say it was Morgan? It's as if we don't know it yet."
Reid's face got red again. "You guys know?"
"Garcia and I were there, remember? As if we can keep that little tidbit of juicy information to ourselves." At the panicked look in Reid's eyes, Emily quickly explained herself. "Just within the team, Reid. Don't worry. Hotch was okay with it, just as long it won't interfere with work." She then looked away, scratching her nose. "And it might be possible that there is an ongoing bet between Rossi and JJ."
Reid narrowed his eyes. "What kind of bet?"
Emily was still avoiding his eyes. "Well you know. Who will make the first move, when are you two going to knock your heads out and decided that you were meant to be together…that…those kind of stuff."
"How long has that bet been going on?"
Emily groaned as she drained her mug. "Too long. I'm sorry, Reid. But you guys are just, slow, man. Come on, 6 years?"
Reid sighed. "I know. We wasted a lot of time, didn't we?"
Emily patted his shoulder and ruffled his hair. "It's never too late. Never." Emily grinned as Reid flashed her a grateful smile. "Now, what do you plan on wearing when Morgan gets home?"
Reid looked confused. "My clothes, maybe?"
Emily rolled her eyes again. Seriously. She's been doing that a lot lately. Reid made a mental note to talk to Hotch about it. "You can't wear your normal clothes on his homecoming!"
"Why not? I like my clothes. He likes them, too."
Emily grabbed his shoulders. "You need sexy clothes, Reid."
"Why would I need…?" Then his eyes widened. "No! I wouldn't…he…we…you…"
Emily waved her hand dismissively. "Yes, yes. You know the pronouns. Congratulations. What I'm saying is, you need to prepare yourself when he gets back."
Reid's face resembled a ripe tomato. "Emily! We're not going to have…have…sex!" he whispered the last word while glancing nervously around.
Emily grinned. "Yet."
Reid shrugged reluctantly, face still red. "Well, yes. But not in the near future! We still need to talk!"
Emily rolled her eyes again. Seriously, again? "It won't hurt to be prepared, you know."
Reid huffed. "Yes, I know. But we have a lot to talk about when he gets home. We can't just…you know..."
"Jump each other like bunnies?" Emily smiled innocently.
Reid glared at her with the intensity of a kitten. "Yes. Point is, we won't be having sex anytime soon."
Just as he was finishing that statement, Hotch came out of his office and proceeded to the breakroom. "Guys, we have a case. Conference room in 10 minutes."
"Jeffrey Dean Archer." Garcia introduced as she gestured to the screen, showing a man in his late 20's, blond, handsome, clean-cut, with a roguish smile and a dimple on his left cheek. He is a picture of a successful and rich gentleman. He looks like someone who will help an elderly woman across the street or help a kitten trapped from a tree. What made him different were his eyes. They were green, but there were something in his eyes that send shivers down your back.
"Wait, if we know him already, should he still be an unsub?" JJ asked as she scrolled through her tablet.
"That's the thing. FBI already captured him a few days ago, but he escaped." Garcia pushed a button on her remote. "He killed 11 prison guards, plus 5 other civilians. He's nowhere to be found. FBI already as of the moment, has a massive manhunt."
"Were the airlines and bus stations already warned?" Reid asked as he looked at his folder.
"Bus stations, airline, subways, boat docks. Everything. We enlisted the help of the marines, navy and the coast guard." Garcia quipped as she sat down.
Emily shook her head. "'He could be anywhere."
"That is right, my love. But, as of approximately 24 minutes ago, we got a call from Kentucky. A local saw a man that fits the description that we have spread out. The FBI was there, but they lost him. Again."
Rossi hummed under his breath. "A slimy snake, huh?"
"The FBI wanted us in Kentucky as soon as possible. The jet's primed. Wheels up in 10." Hotch announced, gathering his tablet and leaving the room, more stoic than ever.
The others followed, going back to their cubicles for their go-bag. Reid suddenly remembered to call Morgan. But it just went to voicemail.
"Hey Mo - Derek, it's me. Well, I just want to tell you we got a case. I'm afraid you won't able to reach me in the next few days. It's kind of a bad one. I'll call you when I can." Reid then paused, looking around just in case there's an eavesdropping agent in his midst. "Take care, okay? I'll talk to you soon."
Morgan sighed as he packed up his bag, looking around his hotel room just in case he missed anything. He made sure that the precious mug that he bought (with a picture of the Statue of Liberty with the caption, I LEFT MY 3 IN NY) is safely stowed in his bag.
After several grueling days, with the help of the New York Police Department, they have captured the copy cat who has been terrorizing Manhattan. He was the brother of the original serial killer and wants to continue what his brother had done.
At least he was now behind bars and Manhattan will now sleep in peace. Relatively.
Morgan startled as he heard a knock on his door. He opened it and found Captain Roberts on the other side.
"Captain Roberts." Morgan greeted as he stepped aside to let the other man in.
"Derek Morgan. It's been a pleasure working with you. The offer still stands, you know." Captain Roberts stuck out his hand, and Morgan took it, smiling slightly.
"I love Quantico, Captain. My friends are there and I love my job there. I mean, what you're offering is a great opportunity, it's just…"
Captain Roberts nodded, letting go of Morgan's hand in favor of clapping him at the back. "I understand completely, son. But, just so you know, the offer will still stand long after you leave here."
Morgan smiled. "I'll keep that in mind, Captain. Thank you."
"No problem, ace. You take care now, okay?" Captain Roberts waved and left Morgan's room.
Morgan was offered to run the New York bomb squad office. With his calm demeanor in tense situations, his great mind in making tactics made him a natural choice to replace the retiring director. It really was a great opportunity, but he knew deep in his heart that he will never leave the BAU. Well, maybe not in the near future at least. He has great friends who always have his back, a great job that anyone would kill to get. And lastly and definitely not the least, he finally had the man of his dreams, what more could he possibly ask for?
Just then he felt a stone dropped down his stomach. The man of his dreams. Reid. Beautiful, smart, sexy, nerdy Spencer Reid. He's everything Morgan could ask for. But what will Reid do once he uncovered the truth? Will the lie stay hidden and let the guilt eat him up slowly?
Morgan softly stroked his cellphone's surface. He could call him right now. He could call him right now, tell him everything and save himself the heartache of hurting Reid. But after all these years, he finally has the chance to have the one thing that he most longed for. He will tell Reid. Of course he will. It's just a matter of time. And besides, Reid deserved the truth.
Even if he knew it will change everything.
It was very surprisingly, a very easy case. They thought that they will cross jurisdictions, fight with local law enforcement, take several grueling days to find him. But, they never thought that they will find him at a rundown motel a few miles away from the prison, tied up in a bed, wearing nothing but his red and bruised face.
It turned out that he picked up a hooker while on the run and went to the motel, in the hopes of getting free kinky sex. The hooker he picked up panicked when she saw the rope. What Archer did not know was that she had a black belt in karate and definitely knew some moves. Moves that she executed flawlessly, disarmed Archer and used the same rope to tie him in the bed, after stripping him down. She then called 911 and fled the scene.
So the team was now on their way home after they put Archer into custody. He will be sent to a very new, very tight maximum security prison while he await his imminent death in death row. It was all in a day's work.
Morgan arrived at the bullpen, tired and cranky after his commercial flight. He really hates flying, but at least it was fast. It would take forever for him to get back if he drove. And he really can't wait to see Reid and have that talk.
But he was greeted by silence and few junior agents doing paperwork. Some glanced at him and gave him a nod (which he returned), while some scampered away in fright. Morgan frowned. Were they scared of him? It's not like he tortures their butt in training now and again. He definitely does not do that. Does he? Anyway.
He puts down his go bag and proceeded to the breakroom to have his much-awaited coffee. He silently cursed as he saw that there was a "OUT OF ORDER. SORRY" sign on the freaking coffee machine. He decided to go to the coffee shop across the street. With a few seconds hesitation, he ordered a cappuccino for Reid. He knew that that will be the first thing that Reid will look for. He then proceed to Garcia's lair.
"Hey mama." He greeted as he opened her door.
Garcia beamed. "My chocolate god thunder! You are a sight for sore eyes. Give me some sugar." She then wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight.
Morgan chuckled as he squeezed her back. "So, I'm thinking that you're glad to see me?"
Garcia drew back and slapped his cheeks lightly. "Nah, were you gone? I didn't even notice you're not here."
Morgan chuckled and squeezed her again. Man, he missed this. It's been awhile since they talked. "Am I disturbing you? Where are the others?"
"They went to Kentucky. You know, Jeffrey Dean Archer, convict on deathrow who escaped prison?"
Morgan took a seat, sighing in relief as some of the tension left his shoulders. "Yeah, I know that case. Murdered and raped 11 women before he got captured."
"Yeah. But it was all good, they got him in custody now and the gang's on their way home." She then glanced at her big, purple wall clock. "Should take a couple od minutes."
Morgan grunted as he sipped his coffee.
Garcia watched him for a few seconds, then touched his knee. "You okay?"
Morgan straightened in the chair. "Yeah, of course. Why?"
"Have you talked to Reid yet?"
"Not yet. We'll talk once he gets back." He sighed and lifted anguished eyes to Garcia. "I can't do it. What if…he'll hate me."
Garcia squeezed his knee. "Shut up. That guy is so freaking in love with you and I know that the feeling is mutual. You both waited 6 years for this. You both deserve this."
"Should I tell him now?"
"It's up to you."
Morgan sighed then tensed as he heard voices on the bullpen. They're back.
He looked at Garcia. "I won't tell him. At least not yet."
Garcia nodded. "All right. But don't take too long. You need to tell him the truth, okay?"
"Okay." He stood up and kissed her forehead. "Come on, let's go see the gang."
"I could eat a dozen baby back ribs. With coleslaw and salad and mashed potatoes." Emily sighed as she sat back on her seat.
"Did you know that until the late 18th century, the French generally believed that potatoes caused leprosy?" Reid asked absently while signing his case file.
Emily grimaced. "Thanks for the info."
Reid flashed her a smile. "You're welcome."
JJ chuckled. "Well, I'll be thinking of that whenever I eat my French fries."
Reid turned to JJ with an expectant look on his face. "Speaking of French Fries –"
JJ raised her hand quickly. "Don't. Just, don't."
Reid sheepishly smiled. "Sorry."
Just then Morgan and Garcia arrived at the bullpen and greetings were thrown all around, but Morgan and Reid only had eyes for each other. The older man seemed to devour Reid with his eyes, hungrily taking everything in, from his messy, dishevelled hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed, his purple sweater vest, his maroon tie, his rolled up sleeves, then back to his red, moist lips. Morgan swallowed as Reid licked his lips instinctively.
Reid could not, for the life of him, move from the spot as Morgan's heated stare kept him rooted in place. The younger man could not help but feel Morgan's gaze on him. He swallowed slowly, as Morgan's gaze froze on his lips. He wondered how would it feel to have those lips pressed against his?
Sin from my lips?
O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
Morgan started as he heard someone clear their throat rather loudly. He then broke his gaze from Reid as he stared at the others. Well, all of them have that same smirking, knowing, expectant look. Even Hotch. What?
"Anyone up for coffee?" Hotch announced as he slowly walked towards the sliding doors.
"I am!" Emily jumped, smirking at Morgan as she went past him.
"Me, too! Machine's broken anyway." JJ innocently explained as she flashed Morgan and Reid her golden smile. "Rossi, coming?"
"Nah, I'm actually tired, so I'll –"
Hotch glared at him. "You're coming with us, Dave. Now."
Rossi frowned. "What's with the coffee –"
"So we'll be getting coffee, might take a couple of minutes." Emily smiled innocently.
"Hotch's office is free, so if someone, say needs a room to talk…feel free." JJ added with the same smile.
"Hey! Why my office?" Hotch muttered to Emily. Emily just smiled sweetly at him and Hotch visibly softened. "Fine. Just keep in mind, that we'll only take a few minutes. 15, 20 minutes tops. No…hanky panky."
Emily rolled her eyes as she steered Hotch and the others away. "Right. So we'll see you guys in a few. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." With one last wave, they were gone.
Silence reigned again in the bullpen as Reid resolutely avoided Morgan's eyes. They always talk on the phone, almost everyday but now that he's here, Reid actually does not know what to say. Thankfully, Morgan does.
"Coffee machine's broken. I took the liberty of buying you coffee earlier." He stepped closer to Reid's table, handing over the still steaming coffee. "Cappuccino with enough sugar to give ants diabetes."
Reid smiled slightly. "Thank you. I'm surprised you remember."
Morgan smiled back, itching to touch the corner of Reid's mouth where it curled slightly upwards as he smile. "How could I forget?" He then fidgeted. "Can we…talk?"
Reid tensed, then nodded. He stood up and proceeded to go to Hotch's office. Silence reigned again as door clicked shut.
Reid sat down at the couch, with Morgan sitting on the other side. Morgan rubbed his forehead. It should not be this awkward, right?
Reid then took a sip of his coffee, eyes sliding closed as he sighed in bliss. That has to be the greatest coffee. Ever.
Morgan smiled. "Did I get it right?"
Reid faced him, smiling. "You got it perfectly. It's like I made it myself."
"That's great. You should see the people at Starbucks earlier. They were giving me these looks as I put in 4 sugar in that coffee."
Reid chuckled as he took another sip. "Just four?"
Morgan chuckled back, relaxing on the couch. "Man, I wonder why you don't have diabetes."
Reid grinned as he took a sip of his cappuccino. He hummed appreciatively at the sweet taste.
"Good?" Morgan asked, eyes lingering on Reid's wet lips.
"Uhm-hm. I love it." He then beamed at Morgan, taking a sip again.
When Reid surfaced again from his drink, Morgan smiled as he saw a bit of foam clinging to the young genius' nose.
"Hey, Spence. You got some here." Morgan didn't wait for Reid to swipe it himself, but leaned forward and placed his lips on the tip of Reid's nose, effectively kissing it.
Reid tensed, and Morgan saw how wide his eyes were when he drew back. But he was confident it wasn't fear. Pretty Boy wants the same thing he does. He knew they were building up up to this moment. He can't screw it up. Everything he has is riding on this.
Morgan slid closer to Reid, effectively trapping the younger man against the couch's arm rest. He gently tangled his fingers through Reid's jungle of a hair. It was soft, softer than he imagined. Very soft and it smelled so good.
Morgan saw that Reid's hands were trembling and still has some sense to remove the cup from his hands before the contents spilled out.
Reid sat on the couch, still as stone, cheeks blazing hot, heart pounding as Morgan slid closer. True, he never really experienced this kind of things before, especially with a man. But he could see from Morgan's gentle and loving eyes, that if he wants to stop whatever they're doing, Morgan will.
Morgan placed a chaste kiss on Reid's nose, making the younger man giggle involuntarily. Morgan smiled with that delightful sound, rubbing his nose against Reid's.
"That's called an Eskimo kiss." Reid informed him, voice low, as if he's afraid anyone could hear them.
Morgan placed a kiss behind Reid's ear, earning him a slight squeak. "Is it?"
"Uhm-hm." Reid's usually fast brain failed to keep up with his thoughts as he felt Morgan's moist lips against his ear.
"Interesting." Morgan said huskily as he placed little, chaste kisses against Reid's swan-like neck.
Reid whimpered slightly, blushing fiercely as he made the sound involuntarily, as those hot, wet kisses trailed down his neck. He could feel his blood going south rather rapidly and they haven't even kissed properly yet.
He then moved his lead-like arms to Morgan's muscular chest, tilting his head as an offering for more of those addicting kisses. He then realized that Morgan's heart was also beating fast. His heart is pounding like his. He closed his eyes in pleasure as Morgan's tongue was added to those kisses.
"You taste so good." Morgan whispered against his neck, hands trailing to Reid's collarbone.
"Guh…" Reid incoherently replied as those wicked lips travelled to his jaw, now making nibbling kisses against it. "Derek…"
Morgan drew back slightly, earning him a disappointed whimper. "I love the sound of my name on your lips." He whispered, nuzzling Reid's flaming-red ears.
"You…uhmm…" Reid was seriously losing his train of thought, and he did not even care.
Morgan placed a gentle kiss at the corner of Reid's mouth. "Spencer."
Reid swallowed and forced his mind to clear itself of the fuzziness. He then opened his eyes and almost gasped as he saw Morgan's eyes which were full-blown and dilated. Reid then lowered his gaze to Morgan's lips. His moist, plump and red lips.
Reid licked his lips unconsciously and Morgan swallowed a moan. He was so freaking hard and wants to devour Reid until they can barely breathe. But he knew that Reid wants to take it slow. And to his utter surprise, he was fine with that.
"Spencer..." Morgan whispered, tangling his hands through Reid's hair again, placing his forehead against the young genius'.
"Hmm?" Reid closed his eyes as he felt the touch.
"Can I kiss you?"
Reid crumpled Morgan's shirt in his hands so hard, Morgan was slightly afraid that it would tear. Reid drew back slightly, kissing Morgan's nose and cheeks.
"Please…"
I hate cliffhangers, don't you?
Since i hate cliffhangers, the next chapter is now in the works. Wish me luck to finish it quickly. I'm excited to let you guys know what will happen next. If you're a flamer, please be gentle? :)
