Chapter 28

David Rossi stood in the New York field office trying not to throw up. Word had just come through that an FBI vehicle had been blown up, and he was worried for his team. He heard a voice and turned; Reid came hurrying up to him and Rossi could have wept with relief. He wanted to grab Spencer into a bear hug and never let him go. But his mind soon shifted to the others, and his anxiety continued. Soon, they began calling in.

The flight back to Quantico on the jet was subdued. Hotch had been injured in the bomb blast and was not cleared to fly, so he was being driven by Morgan, who had been offered the Unit Chief position now that the original agent had been killed in the blast; Hotch had taken the news badly as she had been his friend. Spencer Reid sat in his chair, lost in thought. This case had been very difficult emotionally, especially when Morgan had driven off in the ambulance that contained the huge bomb. Reid had been in a silent panic the whole time, Morgan was one of his best friends. Thankfully all ended well; but now Morgan might be transferring to New York. Although it would a wonderful promotion for Derek, Spencer couldn't help but be depressed. Everything would change if Derek accepted and Reid liked things they way they were, liked the team as is. Reid sighed, his life always seemed about losing people he was close to. Spencer sighed again, and started worrying about Morgan's replacement on the team.

Rossi heard Reid's sighs. He looked at JJ, Prentiss and Garcia's long faces, saw that Reid was in major worry mode, and decided to try and divert everyone's thoughts from the case. "I spoke to Hotch before we left and he is still on for the golf tournament on Saturday. What about the rest of you?" "Sure," Garcia answered immediately, starting to perk up, "I've got these cool armbands everyone can wear to show we're a team. We're gonna kick butt." Everyone laughed and the mood began to lighten. They spent the rest of the flight discussing the tournament and who on the team could actually play golf. Although Reid joined in the discussion, Rossi noticed immediately that he never started on any rambles, so he knew Reid was still anxious, probably about Morgan's promotion. Rossi hoped Morgan would make his decision quickly, so Reid could either relax, or start adjusting to him leaving.

Spencer Reid lay in bed, that night, reviewing the case in his mind. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he had tried to dissect it, but his thoughts returned to Morgan. He knew this would be a huge promotion for his friend, and he knew Morgan wanted to be a Unit Chief; Reid told himself that if Derek accepted, he would have to put aside his apprehensions and be happy for him. But, if he was totally honest with himself, he hoped Morgan would decline. Reid turned on his side, and thought about his other major anxiety at the moment, the golf tournament. He was terrified he was going to make a major fool of himself. He had never played the game and Reid knew sports were definitely not his strength. He began to absentmindedly rub the front of his pyjama bottoms. Reid thought about how he had imagined at first that Rossi didn't like him, and he smiled. He had been so wrong; Rossi was a great guy, very friendly and knowledgeable. Reid felt himself start to stiffen, he lowered his pyjamas and began stroking his erection. He remembered how nice Rossi had been about the whole masturbation issue, and was glad at least that worry had been resolved. He was soon rigid, Spencer began stroking harder, and he moaned loudly as he climaxed.

As his orgasm subsided, Reid wondered how it would feel to have someone else stroke his dick.