Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds in any way.
On We March
#33B: Sunrise
Word: Sunrise (B)
Season: Any
Length: 500
There were a few things Morgan became aware of once he awoke. First off, it was still early, the sun was only just peaking in the window. Secondly, he was pretty sure he wasn't in his own bed and he was really sure he wasn't in the bed alone. His face was pressed up against the curve of someone's neck.
Some party last night.
The team had got together to kick off the New Year and it had turned into quite the party. Responsibility had flown out the window. Rossi had drank a bit too much (apparently so had Morgan), Garcia and JJ had sang karaoke, Emily had done some shots, and Hotch had even gone so far as to take his tie off.
Morgan yawned then took pleasure in the way it made the tips of Reid's hair dance. Rubbing a hand over his head, Morgan sat up and looked around.
Wow.
They were, in fact, in Reid's bedroom. The normally tidy room looked as though a very pissed off badger had been locked inside. The hamper had been knocked over and all four of their shoes were lying randomly about (he didn't want to know how that one got on top of the bureau…). He could recall vague snippets of seeing the others off in taxis before stumbling with Reid into the bedroom, both of them too drunk to walk properly.
Despite their intentions, Morgan was pretty sure they didn't so much as kiss before passing out.
Looking over at Reid, he had to suppress laughter. The lanky doctor was wearing only pants and a tie, with nothing in between. Morgan was fairly certain that that was his dress shirt hanging out of the sock drawer, but he couldn't be sure. And he didn't even want to know where the socks ended up.
Morgan himself wasn't much better. He did have a shirt, but his pants were gone, boldly showing his dotted boxers off for Reid's bedroom to see. Somehow his socks were still on his feet, though one was badly twisted.
He tried to get out of the bed and into the bathroom to retrieve some Advil for his headache, but the sheets wouldn't seem to untwist from around his legs. Giving it up as a lost cause, he tried to wiggle back up behind Reid, but the sheets wouldn't let him go that way either.
"What're you doing?" Reid asked sleepily, one brown eye cracked open as he peered over his shoulder, while Morgan growled and fought against the beige linens.
"Your sheets are trying to prevent me from getting any closer to you." Reid, who had one leg under the sheet and one on top, smirked and sat up. He pushed his disastrously messy hair back from his face.
The sun was half up and the beautiful golden streaks began to slink around the room. A halo lit up behind Reid making him look like some mythical being. A mythical being so powerful it could wear a tie with no shirt.
"I'm going to go brush my teeth. Feel free to beat the sheets into submission while I'm gone," Reid said as he gracefully slipped out of the bed and went into the bathroom, only stumbling once.
"He likes me better," Morgan told the sheets then wondered what the fuck he was doing.