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Chapter 9
Hunches
After Reid left his office, Hotch followed, taking some files to drop off with Rossi. He saw the young agent pause in front of Morgan's office, which caused him to hang back. He knew something had happened at Morgan's party that previous Thursday, and guessed that Reid was not just sick, but love sick. He couldn't call himself a profiler if he hadn't noticed how close the two agents had become. He knew the feelings were strong on Reid's side, but he also suspected that Morgan's feeling had grown, as well.
He was hoping whatever happened had been cleared up when Reid said he'd be coming back to work, but could tell right away that wasn't the case when the kid walked into his office this morning. He was pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible. He also could have sworn the genius had lost weight he couldn't afford to lose.
So, as Hotch stood back, observing Reid, it became clear something was seriously wrong. What little color he had, was gone in an instant, and he quickly headed down the hall, most likely to the bathroom. Hotch intended to follow him, but stopped momentarily in front of Morgan's office to see what had effected their young genius so much. He saw Morgan and Garcia wrapped in an embrace. The act, in itself, wasn't unusual, but something about it set Reid off.
Hotch got to the bathroom in time to hear the younger agent lose his breakfast, or probably just coffee, since it looked like that was all the kid lived on while he had been out. So, he leaned against the counter, and waited for him to finish. This was ending today.
Reid wiped is mouth with tissue, and opened the door. He squeaked when he realized he wasn't alone. He moved toward the sink and watched his hands, then rinsed his mouth out, as well, before turning to face his superior.
"Hotch..." He began.
"No, Reid." Hotch said, raising his hand to stop Reid from continuing. "Apparently, you are not ready to come back."
"But..."
The Hotch glare had him shutting his mouth without the older man having to say a word. "I'm going to have Morgan drive you home." He said, knowing full well the two men needed to have a talk.
"NO!" He yelled, before regaining his composure. "I-I can get home on my own. Maybe you're right. I'm not one hundred percent, and I-I should stay home until I am."
Hotch held in a smirk, wondering if Reid realized he was onto is lie. Not wanting to embarrass the genius, he continued on with his charade, as well. "This is not a negotiation, Reid." He growled. "Either Morgan is taking you home, or I am taking you straight to the emergency room!"
He saw Reid look at the floor and visible shudder, before replying, "O-O-K."
"Now, head down to the bullpen and gather your things. I'll go get Morgan to take you home."
"Yes sir." He said, and headed out the door toward the bullpen.
When Hotch got to Morgan's office, he saw that the door was closed and the blinds had been drawn. What the hell? He knocked, and was surprised when JJ opened it. He'd heard voices throughout the door, but assumed it was Morgan and Garcia. What were the three of them discussing?
He got right to the point. "Morgan, I need you to take Reid home, and don't come back until you two have worked things out." The three faces stared at him from the darker man's office, stunned. "What? I am a profiler." He answered their questioning looks, then turned and headed back to his office.
JJ was the first to recover. "This is perfect, Morgan!" She said.
Garcia jumped in, "Yes, JJ's right, it's perfect! But, don't take him to his house. Take him to yours, and show him that you built that beautiful house for him. Then, for the love of God, kiss the boy!"
JJ and Garcia shared a laugh, while Morgan merely smiled. He was nervous. He knew they needed to talk, but he was also worried about how Reid would react when he realized he wasn't taking him home. A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.
"Sweetness, you can do this. You are Derek Morgan. Resident bad-ass, my chocolate thunder, and most importantly, Reid's best friend. Just take him to the house, show him everything, and, if he still doesn't get that your are crazy about him, tell him. Then kiss him!"
"What is it with you and kissing?" He joked, her speech improving his mood.
"Are you kidding? You and boy genius kissing? Hot, hot, hot! Right, JJ?"
JJ looked a little shocked, then her eyes glazed over for a moment, while she imagined just that. Then, "Definitely hot!" She grinned.
Morgan shook his head at the two girls, and grabbed his keys and walked into the hall, waiting for them to follow, so he could close the door. As he was walking away, he heard Garcia whisper, "Go get 'em, Tiger!" The girls laughter followed him into the bullpen, where a very agitated Spencer Reid was waiting.
The older agent paused for a moment to watch his friend. He was standing near his desk with his satchel thrown over his shoulder, like always. But what struck Morgan the most was the fact that Reid could not keep still. His hands were in constant movement, one minute playing with the strap of his bag, and the next, straightening up this already spotless desk.
It was then, when the genius was leaning over to re-straighten his stack of files in his out box, that stopped Morgan cold. Because when the lithe agent leaned over his desk, it only accentuated one of Morgan's favorite assets, pun intended. Seriously, for as skinny as the kid was, he had one hell of an ass!
He watched for a full minute, before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Great, Derek, he thought to himself. Poor Reid is so nervous, he's ready to crawl out of his skin, and here you are, ogling his behind. He gave himself another few seconds to compose his emotions, then strode forward, throwing his arm over his best friends shoulders, like he'd done countless times before. "Come on, Pretty Boy," he said, is voice sounding stronger than he expected. "Lets get you home."
He felt Reid flinch under his touch, which had not happened for many years. When the young man first entered the BAU, nobody could touch him, without sending the genius into a full blown panic. But Morgan had broken through that barrier, and now touched Reid daily. At first, it was just to agitate the kid, but then it became a way to make him feel more comfortable. Once Morgan realized his feeling for is best friend had changed, it became more of a need.
Ignoring the young mans flinch, and the noticeable pulling away, Morgan kept his arm securely around Reid, and led him to the elevator. His heart sped up in anticipation of their conversation. It wasn't going to be an easy talk, but he felt, in his heart, that it would all be worth it.
