Chapter 9
Morgan's POV
I talked to Spencer until I couldn't hold my eyes open any more, telling him every detail of the case, hoping something would trigger for him.
"Derek."
"Yeah?" I mumbled. I was becoming incoherent.
"Go to sleep. I can tell you want to pass out. If I can think of anything I'll call you."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. I think I'm ready to go to sleep."
"Goodnight pretty boy."
"Goodnight Derek."
The next day I woke up to my phone ringing. It was Spencer.
"Hello?"
"Derek, hey, didn't you say the last body was found in the woods rather than on the river bank?"
"Yeah. Does that mean something?"
"I think...I could be wrong, but I think it means he knew that one. He didn't want to take a chance of the body being drug away with the water. That one was special to him." Damn, why hadn't I thought of that.
"Thanks pretty boy."
"Call me when you catch him."
"You got it." I ran off to tell Hotch of the findings.
"And Reid came up with this?"
"Yeah, I know I probably shouldn't have talked about the case to him, but I figured a fresh pair of ears might help."
"It's okay, this sounds plausible. Have Garcia run through a list of possibles. We'll each take a victim's home, get anything you can on any possible suspect."
"Right."
We spent the whole day running through suspects. Finally we came across a name that fit the profile. Erik Dawson. When we pulled up at his house, we caught him with the little boy, running into his car. I chased him as fast as I could, but I didn't make it. He got away. We searched the town for hours, road blocks up everywhere, but we just couldn't find him. J.J. held an emergency press conference, asking anyone who knew anything to please come forward. We couldn't go door to door, afraid that we would scare him and he would kill the boy. All we could do was wait. Hotch ordered all of us back to our rooms, promising a phone call if he heard anything.
Reid's POV
Day two by myself. I started it off just as I had the day before. A cigarette and a line. My nose bled more, but I just wiped it away and went about my day. The bridge of my nose was numb, I suppose from too much exposure to the drugs. I decided it was a good day to cut the lawn. I let Clooney sit on the porch while I jumped on my riding mower and rode through the yard. I was sweating profusely, but not tired in the least. I even went as far as to grab a pair of clippers and trim my small rose bushes I had around my house. My final chore for the day was to clean my porch. I pulled out my ladder, a bucket, and a sponge, and went to scrubbing. Clooney tried to help me, dragging the bucket along side me, but really he just spilled more water than anything.
I decided we deserved a treat. I grabbed the cigarettes and the dog, and took him to the park. He ran around excitedly. There was a river flowing next to us, we decided a swim sounded great in the hot weather. Once we were done, we laid across the grass to dry off. I felt like nothing could ever take me out of the excitement I was feeling. I was on top of the world, king of it all.
We got back home and laid down on the couch together. I was starting to come down to reality. That was not good. I dug for more cocaine, but it was empty. I looked for the blunt, but it was gone. I reached for the tequila, but there was none left. All I had was a couple of cigarettes. No, no, no, this would never do. I jumped in my car, heading straight for the same alley I had frequented so many times, years ago.
I bought another forty's worth of cocaine, and a twenty's worth of weed. I stopped by the gas station to buy some wraps on my way home. Clooney gave me a look like he knew what had happened.
"Don't look at me like that." I mumbled, walking past him. I broke up a thicker line this time, breathing it in. I rolled the weed into three blunts, smoking half of one and putting the rest of the paraphernalia away in its usual spot. Back up, up, up. I rose into the clouds. I felt invincible. No one could ever take me down. That was when my phone rang.
"Hello!" I was hyped to the extreme.
"Spencer, I just wanted to tell you, we ID'ed the unsub, but he got away. We'll have him caught by tomorrow, though."
"Oh, so you're not on your way home?"
"No, unfortunately not."
"Okay, well, I'll uh...see you tomorrow then, hopefully."
"The good news is, Hotch said he's gonna try and give all of us Friday since this case has taken a minute. That way we can rest. So I'll be home with you."
"Assuming you aren't still in Missouri." I scoffed.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's not your fault. I just wanted to see you is all."
"Me too, Spence, me too." We were both silent for a minute. It was me that spoke up.
"I want you, Derek."
"What?" He choked out.
"I – want – you." I repeated. I was messed up beyond belief, and I wanted Derek to know just what I was feeling.
"Spencer, I uh..."
"When I think about you it drives me crazy. I want to...to do things." I wasn't really one to talk about sex, so I was having a hard time finding the words.
"Oh, really?" Morgan had calmed down from the initial shock, and by the apparent smile in his voice, didn't mind what I was saying.
"Yeah. It's too bad you aren't here. I'm just sitting here, all alone, and very needy."
"If I was there, what would we be doing?" Wow, was I really having this conversation?
"Well, we would be laying in my bed..."
"Yeah?" His voice was enough to cause a physical reaction.
"And I would be on top of you..."
"Sounds right."
"You would just lay there and let me do all of the work..." My hand found it's way into my pants as I saw exactly what I would do to him in my mind.
"What would you do?" His voice sounded excited, like he wanted to see how far I was ready to go for him.
"I would touch you. Kiss you. Lick you." I gliding my hand along my growing erection as I imagined myself on top of Derek, able to act on all of those pent up emotions. "I would give myself to you."
"Yeah? All of you?" His words sounded chopped and heavy. Was he doing the same thing I was?
"Every last inch of me." My hand moved faster as I listened to his heavy breathing.
"What are you doing now?" Should I tell him the truth? What was I supposed to say? Touching myself while thinking about you? Your large body pressed to mine, our two bodies becoming one? Despite how bold my cocktail had made me, I wouldn't say that.
"T-touching myself..." I finally choked out.
"R-really?"
"Mm hm." I mumbled, bringing myself closer to climax.
"You're thinking about me?"
"Mmm huh." I was getting close.
"I like that. Don't stop thinking about me."
"What should I think about?" I pushed him, wanting to hear him say that he wanted to take me.
"Think about all of the things I'm going to do when I get back. I'm going to ravage you, Spencer. I haven't stopped thinking about you and having you all to myself since I got here."
"Derek, tell me how you feel about me..." My wrist moved even faster, my vision was blurring.
"Spencer...I...love you." That was all it took. My vision went white as I came.
"I love...you...too." I panted. "I love you." I repeated. It felt good to say it out loud. A weight lifted off of my chest, no longer avoiding the emotions I had held for a long time. Now I could finally admit it, not only to myself, but to him.
"You're insane. You know that?" He asked, causing me to laugh.
"Is that a problem?"
"No, you keep me on my toes. Just when I think I've got you figured out, you do something like this, and I have to start over."
"Are you going to stay on the phone with me again?"
"Of course." And he did. Until I made him hang up, because I could hear sleep overtaking him as we spoke.
"Goodnight Derek. Try to come home tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Spence. I'll do everything I can to make sure it happens."
Morgan's POV
When I woke up the next day I had to think hard to see if what had happened was dream. Had Spencer and I really done that? It was like...soft core phone sex. He had admitted to me that he was pleasuring himself, what he didn't know is it was a two way street. His voice was just so...sexy...I couldn't help myself. All I honestly cared about at this point was getting back to him and showing him that what I meant what I had said.
It took me no time to get to work. I was on the streets, looking everywhere for Erik. He was the reason I wasn't with Spencer, and I would catch him. That day. No more waiting. I was walking down a popular strip when I caught a glimpse of him. He was ducking into an alley. I took off after him, running as fast as possible. He tried to climb a fence to get away, but I jumped, grabbing him by his legs and wrestling him to the ground. I slammed him hard against the concrete.
"Where's the kid?" I screamed as I handcuffed him, calling Hotch with our location.
"You'll never find him." Great, we had the unsub, now we just had to find the kid.
Hotch and I interrogated him for hours before he finally cracked. His stressor had been the death of the one person that kept him in check over the years, his father. We used that against him. He finally cracked when I brought up the subject, revealing that the little boy was being kept in a warehouse. Once he was returned to his family, the team and I bid farewell to Missouri and headed to our jet.
I was staring out the window, thinking about Spencer and hoping he was okay, when Hotch came to sit across from me.
"That was good work back there. J.J. said we don't have any urgent cases, so it looks good that we'll get to stay home tomorrow. Just stay on standby."
"That's cool. I was hoping for it."
"Tell Reid we couldn't have done it without him."
"He'll appreciate that."
"He'll be at work Monday, right?"
"Of course."
"Take care of him."
"Of course." I repeated. I didn't need to be told to do it. It was just a part of who I was. Once I was alone again, I pulled my phone out and called him.
"Hello?"
"We'll be home in about an hour. Of course we have paperwork, but I should be there by six or six thirty."
"That's great!"
"You sound excited."
"I am! I can't wait for you to get here."
"I'll call when I leave the office."
"Please. And, Derek..."
"Yeah?"
"Hurry."
"You got it."
