Derek Morgan

Man, was he adorable. I know it seems weird that I think that way about Reid but I mean, just look at him. He's especially cute when he goes on his informative rants about God knows what.

"Now I do," I laughed as he finished talking. He smiled and looked down the way he always does when he's embarrassed. I licked my lips as I watched him for a few minutes. What was it that kept making me feel this way? How was I even feeling? For the first time, I was confused over the way that I felt. Sure I've liked people before but no one recently since I never really had time for a real relationship if it wasn't just for casual sex. Recently, I had been feeling some sort of way towards Reid I just didn't know how to describe it nor approach it. Especially because he was a guy. I had definitely never been attracted to a male before ever in my life. It never even crossed my mind to think about any guy that way. I was utterly confused that's for sure and I still trying to figure out what is that was going on.

"Spencer to Morgan," Reid waved his hand in my face as he spoke. I blinked and focused back on his face.

"What?" I frowned.

"I was trying to tell you that I finished," he said as he pushed the files towards me.

"Of course you are," I nodded as I took them from his gratefully, slipping them into the cabinet in their designated spots. "Thanks," I smiled and he nodded.

"No problem," he replied as he fidgeted with the ID card that was clipped onto his vest. I sat quietly, wondering whether or not it'd be a smart idea to invite him over to spend some time. Normally, I wouldn't have thought twice about it but now that there are all these mixed feelings involved, I wasn't sure if it would be the right move or not. Am I really attracted to males? Or maybe it's just Spencer whom I'm attracted to. Yeah, that's definitely it but regardless, it left me confused. Since when have I been attracted to Reid like this?

"So Reid, do you want to come over to my place today?" I asked in hope of getting answers.

"Uh why?" he asked. I smiled, shaking my head.

"Can't I just invite a friend over?" I asked. The word 'friend' felt foreign in my mouth all of a sudden. As if it didn't suit the subject at hand.

"You can but erm, sure," he nodded, making small eye contact before lowering his gaze, licking his lips. Have his lips always looked so... inviting like that? Damn it, Morgan, figure it out. You're sounding crazy right now.

"Alright well, I think we're both pretty much done here so it wouldn't make sense to just stay here," I shrugged, standing up and picking up my jacket, shrugging it on.

"I guess you're right," he also stood up, picking up his messenger bag.

"Do you want to pick up takeout?" I asked, searching for my keys in the desk drawers.

"Sure, but no more Indian," he said, shaking his head. "I can't have that twice in one day."

"So Chinese? I'll teach you to use chopsticks, Pretty Boy," I chuckled, finding my keys and slipping them into my pocket along with my phone.

"Okay fine, but I hope you have forks," he pointed out.

"Why wouldn't I have forks?" I frowned as we walked out and made our way to the elevator stealthily so we wouldn't be caught. Not that we were doing anything wrong, but no need to make it a big deal either.

"Actually many people prefer-" he began and I smiled, shaking my head. Sometimes I forgot he knew everything except we couldn't tell him that because last time we did, he went on an hour-long tangent about how it's impossible to know everything. Everyone else seemed to act as if they were bleeding out of their ears but I enjoyed it, silently though.

"What do you want?" I interrupted him only when it was time to order. I had no idea how he had so much information about the population and their fork usage that it would take twenty minutes to explain. His cheeks flushed when he noticed we had arrived and he was still talking. We both ordered before I paid and left the restaurant. I pushed open the door to my apartment before letting him in first, closing the door behind us.

"It's very neat," he commented as he set down his messenger bag on the chair.

"Yeah, I'm kinda a neat freak," I chuckled, setting down the food on the island. He looked around the room awkwardly, looking quite lost. "Why are you standing there? You can sit, you know," I laughed again, opening the fridge to look for drinks.

"Right, I knew that," he nodded, pulling out a stool from the island and sitting down. Knowing he didn't like to regularly drink alcohol, I handed him a soda, grabbing a beer for myself.

"How many files did you go through today?" I asked, wanting to fill in the silence.

"25, 34 including yours," he answered swiftly popping open the can.

"I still don't understand how you can read that fast," I shook my head. "I mean, 20,000 words per minute? I don't think Superman can read that fast."

"Well, maybe I'm better than Superman. After all, it isn't scientifically proven that a species like Superman could exist," he shrugged with a small smirk. I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

"Alright when you figure out how to fly, let me know," I laughed, pulling out the food from the bags and setting them out. He smiled and blushed, looking down. "Are you ready?" I asked him, motioning to the chopsticks in my hands.

"Yes," he nodded, brushing his hands and picking up his own pair. "Teach me," he urged.

"Alright, hold the top chopstick like you would a pencil," I showed him, "But only a third of the way from the top," I watched as he moved his long fingers to hold it.

"Okay, now what?"

"Now, place the second chopstick at the base of your thumb, pressing it against your ring finger and it should be at the same level as the top one," I showed him with my own. I watched as he poked his tongue out of the side his mouth, concentrating on the task he was trying to figure out. I watched as it swiped across his lower lip, moving so it stuck out the other side, tilting his head further to the side.

"Morgan this isn't working," he whined. I chuckled and stood from my seat as I watched his fingers grip them awkwardly causing them to move out of his grasp.

"Your fingers are too low on them and you're putting too much pressure there," brushing my hand over his as I moved in the right spot, I watched as his goosebumps rose on his skin and his face turned slightly red, goosebumps of my own rising on my skin. I pressed my lips together, pushing away the strange emotions as I continued to show him where to place his fingers and how to maneuver the utensils.

"I-I think I..." he trailed off as he turned his face to look at me unintentionally bringing our faces closer together, only mere inches away. I swallowed nervously and I watched as his adam's apple bobbed in his throat. His neck was really long and just- whoa snap out of it Morgan.

I couldn't help myself as I stared at his lips, they looked so warm and wet as if they were waiting to be kissed and I wanted nothing more than to kiss them but would that be right? It wouldn't but I really wanted too. I noticed as he looked up from my lips as if he were thinking the same thing.

"Morgan, I-" the sound of his voice snapped me out of whatever trance I was in. I blinked hard and turned away from. Holy hell was that?

"I, uh, I think you got it," I nodded, clearing my throat.

"Yeah, thanks," he replied in a dazed tone.

"Uh, give me a second, I'll be back," I said as I blinked again, not waiting for his response, walking into the hallway and into the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to get a sense of what I was feeling or at least what was going on. God, what was I thinking by doing that? Spencer must think I'm a freak or maybe he's weirded out by me. Damn it I'm stupid. I shook my head, splashing more water on my face before rubbing it off roughly with a towel.

"Alright, get your shit together, Morgan," I told myself, looking into the mirror. I was about to splash water on my face again, just for good measure when I heard the front door shut. I unlocked the bathroom door quickly, jogging back into the kitchen to see that Spencer was gone and so were his belongings. "Damn it!" I slapped my hand hard onto the island top, noticing the note. I frowned and picked it up.

I'm sorry. I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore and want to keep our relationship completely professional and work-related only. -Reid

I sighed, rubbing my face and head roughly, trying to think. What was he apologizing for? He didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who invited him over. I was the one who decided to get up close to him and touch him.

Someone give me an award, I just won the idiot of the year.

Should I go after him? Would he want to even see me? He was apologizing when it should've been me. I didn't want to keep our relationship professional and work-related and I most certainly did not want to stop talking to him. Grabbing my keys, I rushed out and frowned as the cold air brushed past me and I soaked in the heavy rain. I looked left and right but there hadn't been any sign of him. He must've taken a cab and was probably nearing his home. Deciding against intruding in his own home, I would instead talk to him tomorrow and apologize then. God, I hoped I hadn't ruined anything

Will someone please hand me my damn award? Actually, it'd be better if you threw it at my head, thanks.