Spencer Reid
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were red and there seemed to be a permanent smile on my lips. Was this really all because of Morgan? I pressed my lips together, attempting to rid the smile but my attempts were fruitless. I turned around and opened the faucet, running the water room, and removing my clothing. I stepped into the shower once it was warm enough and began my shower.
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"I can't believe we still haven't found this guy. It's been a week already," Rossi shook his head as we all sat in the conference room in Anchorage police department.
"We'll get him. We just have to think harder," Morgan leaned forward, lacing his hands together loosely. I looked at him and he made short eye contact, throwing me a sly smile before looking back up at our board. I pressed my lips together, trying my best to stop a smile from appearing as it would've been inappropriate considering the situation at hand.
We sat in silence, everyone staring at the board in front of us until it was interrupted by Morgan's phone ringing.
"Hey baby girl, what can you do for me?" he asked, putting her on speaker.
"Depends on how you want me, my chocolate master," everyone's eyebrows shot up. I was used to their way of talking, it didn't bother me, it never did but hearing it now, it just sounded different in a way.
"You're on speaker, Garcia," he chuckled.
"Right, right. I knew that. Anyway my crime fighters, I have got an address, sent to your phones. I believe I found the unsub," she said.
"I love you, you goddess," Morgan said before hanging up.
"Let's go," Hotch stood up and everyone followed, hurrying to the SUVs with deputies in queue. We all arrived quickly, heading towards the house, guns in hand.
"MARCUS LYLE! FBI, OPEN UP!" Hotch yelled as he stood on the right of the door, Morgan on his left. There was no sound and Hotch nodded over at Morgan who kicked the door open. I enjoyed watching him do that a little too much.
"FREEZE!" Morgan shouted as we all followed inside, the unsub holding a gun to the victims head.
"No! Leave or I'll shoot her!" he warned, cocking the gun.
"You don't want to do that, Marcus. You know she's an innocent woman. She isn't your mother," I attempted to coax him. "Just put the gun down."
"You put yours down!" he challenged, his eyes darting everywhere.
"Okay, okay, I'll put it away," I said, slowly going to tuck my gun back in his holster, approaching him carefully. "Now you put yours down," I said, showing him my hands. I watched as his hand lowered slowly. In a split second, his gun went off followed by another gun going off. I blinked and that's when I felt the pain as I fell back.
"Reid!" I heard Morgan shout after he lowered his gun. He had shot Marcus. I groaned as I raised my right hand up to touch my left shoulder. I pulled my fingers away and looked at the red substance pouring out.
"I'm okay," I assured him though my shoulder felt as if it was on fire. I was unfortunately used to being shot and while it hurt like hell, I was able to control myself from whining. Morgan kneeled next to me, checking my shoulder carefully.
"I need a medic!" Hotch said into his earpiece. Morgan helped me stand and walked me outside to the ambulance.
"He got shot in the shoulder, take him to the hospital," Morgan told the EMTs.
"No, no. I'm okay, it was just a graze," I told them, nodding.
"Tell that to the half inch of flesh you're missing. That ain't no graze," he scoffed. "No, you need to go to the hospital," he stated.
"Okay gash then?" he glared at me.
"Don't-"
"The bullet had exit! I'm fine, really. It was on the edge and it's only tissue damage," I squeezed his forearm and looked over at the conflicted EMT. "Just remove residues please," I told them. Morgan only glared further at me but said nothing.
"Why do you always have to get hurt, Pretty Boy?" he sighed after a moment of silence.
"Unsubs hate me?" I asked, attempting to lighten up the mood and he rolled his eyes. I hissed when I felt them begin to extract/clean the wound. They only numbed the area slightly because I refused narcotics. It stung because it was direct contact underneath skin layers.
"Careful," Morgan growled, making my eyebrows shoot up. Morgan was never this aggressive with the first responders. The EMT mumbled out a nervous apology.
"Relax, Morgan," I touched his bicep gingerly in case he was angry and he would lash out instinctively.
"Sorry," he muttered. I gave a wry smile, hiding a grimace of pain. The EMT cleaned it out once more before stitching up the wound and patching me up with gauze.
"You're all done," he let me know. I thanked him and hopped off the gurney. Morgan handed me an FBI jacket since the sleeve of my sweater had been cut off and it was freezing here.
"Thanks," I slipped it on carefully. We walked back to join the others.
"You okay, Reid?" Emily asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," I nodded. "Just a couple of stitches," they all nodded, knowing the feeling.
"Time to go home," Hotch said and we all got back into the SUVs, stopping by the hotel to grab our things and then head to the airport.
"Morgan, I can hold my bag," I assured him as I tried to get back from his grasp.
"And so can I," he smirked. I rolled my eyes and smiled softly as we walked up the steps and into the jet. I sat on the sofa with Morgan beside me. Everyone piled in and we were off.
"How's your shoulder?" he asked.
"It's okay. Just a little sore," I answered, touching it gently.
"You should rest," he said.
"You should too," I told him with a knowing look. He put his hands up in surrender and nodded.
"Alright, alright, I will," he slouched against the couch, finding a comfortable position to sleep in but allowing me enough room to lie down. I opened my mouth to protest but I didn't get the words out. "Don't even think about arguing with me right now," he said with his eyes still closed.
"Okay, fine," I sighed, get comfortable and falling asleep rather quickly.
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"Aw, how cute," I woke to the sound of JJ's voice. I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly, adjusting to the light.
"What's cute?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"You and Morgan cuddling," Emily laughed.
"What?" looking down, muscular arms had been encircled around me and my back was pressed to a rather firm chest. My own arms holding onto his. My face went ablaze, my cheeks turning hot and red. Oh my God. We hadn't fallen asleep like this.
"Wake up," Emily smacked him upside the head with her magazine.
"Hey!" I protested before I could stop myself. I felt my cheeks go redder when they stared at me. "I wanted to do that," I covered it up. They seem to have bought it and laughed.
"Will you all shut up? A man is trying to sleep here," Morgan muttered, his eyes opened. "What's going on?" he questioned.
"Nothing, we just thought it was worth taking a picture of you and Reid cuddling," Rossi explained.
"But we should get going," Hotch added as he exited the plane. Everyone else also exited.
"We didn't fall asleep like that, right?" he asked and I shook my head. We stood up and left the jet. "Wait, did he say picture?" he frowned and my eyes widened. He scoffed and shook his head, a small laugh following as we all returned to HQ.
"I don't about all of you but I think we deserve to catch up on sleep so no one has to come in until 10," Hotch yawned. Everyone grinned and sauntered out of the bullpen, wanting to get home.
"Let's get going, Pretty Ricky," Morgan said as he picked up his jacket from his office. "I don't want to hear your cab or metro story, so let's go," he chuckled before I could open my mouth.
"Fine," I huffed, grabbing my bag only to have it snatched away. I glared at him. "I can hold my bag, Morgan," I folded my arms only to wince and drop my left arm. My shoulder was still very sore.
"That's nice," he ignored me as he opened the door. I glared at him harder but he only laughed. "Nice try, kid," I rolled my eyes and said nothing as he drove me home.
"Thanks, Morgan," I smiled, grabbing my bag from the front seat. "I'll see you tomorrow," I hopped out of his truck.
"Night, Reid," he returned the grin and I shut the door, making my way inside the complex only hearing him pull away once the building door had shut. I smiled at that, immediately heading to bed. As I shut my eyes, my phone started ringing.
"That better not be a damn case," I muttered as I stumbled to pick it off the coffee table. "Reid," I groaned, not bothering to check the caller I.D.
"SPENCER WALTER REID!" I heard Garcia shout. I jumped, pulling the phone away slightly from my ear, wincing.
"What happened?" I frowned, beginning to worry.
"What did I just watch on hotel surveillance cameras?" she screeched.
"What-" I stopped myself, I felt my face burn up. "I don't know what you're talking about," I denied.
"Don't make me send you the video," she threatened.
"I seriously have no idea what you're talking about, Garcia. It's late, maybe you're dreaming and the video is part of a vivid dream," I stated. "Now sleep, close your eyes and sleep," I hung up and began panicking.
"Hello?" I heard Morgan croak into the phone as if he had woken up.
"Garcia saw us," I deadpanned.
"What are you talking about?" he sounded confused.
"She saw the video surveillance from the hotel," I explained as I paced my living room.
"That little-" he trailed off. "Calm down, Reid. It's not that serious, we'll just talk to her tomorrow and sort it all out," he said calmly. Why wasn't he freaking out?
"Aren't you worried she'll say something?" I questioned.
"She won't and if she does it doesn't really matter," he said once again in a calm tone.
"I thought it mattered to you since well, you're still known to be into women and all," I cleared my throat awkwardly.
"And so are you, Pretty Boy," he chuckled.
"Well, I doubt it'll be as shocking coming from me," I answered honestly and he laughed.
"Relax and get some sleep. We'll talk to her tomorrow being as we aren't allowed to have anything going on between us," he said. I nodded but then remembered he couldn't see me.
"Okay," I sighed.
"Alright well- oh, get some sleep, Garcia' calling me and if I don't answer soon enough I'm sure she'll tap into our conversation."
"Okay, goodnight Morgan," I gulped.
"Night, kid," and I hung up. I tapped my phone against my palm anxiously. I didn't want either of us to get into trouble. I brought my phone with me to my bedroom and set it on my nightstand before dropping back onto my bed, closing my eyes and willing myself to sleep.