Spencer Reid

"I still don't understand how you like shows like Dr. Who when you prove their theories wrong," Morgan laughed as he finished his plate. I shrugged, trying not to think about it.

"I just try not to think about it so shh, before you make me prove this entire show wrong and ruin it," I told him, leaning forward to watch the scene. Morgan laughed but stayed quiet. I knew he was probably bored and he didn't like the show but I appreciated that he was watching it with me anyway. As soon as the episode ended, I paused and turned to look at him.

"Your turn," I offered him the remote and he perked a brow.

"Reid, it's your house, we'll watch whatever you want," he stated. I pushed the remote towards him.

"Just pick," I encouraged, standing up and picking up our plates, throwing them away and rinsing the cutlery before putting it in the dishwasher. When I turned back, Morgan was flipping through movies. I sat back down on the sofa and watched as he flipped through pages.

"I don't really know what I'm in the mood to watch," he shrugged, turning to look at me. I furrowed my brows in thought, going through every movie I had in memory to see if there was one worth watching together.

"What about a Halloween movie?" I suggested.

"Baby, it's September," I was about to protest when a look crossed his features, waving his hands in front of me. "Sorry, I know you start Halloween September 1st."

"You remembered?" I looked at him shocked.

"Yeah, of course, I remembered. How could I forget? You put a giant spider in my drawer and I pulled my gun on it in the middle of bullpen," he frowned. I started laughing uncontrollably at the memory.

*Flashback*

I grinned mischievously at my prank. I waited for Derek to use the bathroom before I quietly slipped over towards his desk and picked the lock to his private drawer. He kept special case files in there so I wasn't invading or anything, besides, I didn't even look at them. I pulled the large life-like spider out of my pocket and tucked it into the drawer, shutting and locking it before returning to my desk. No one had noticed because they were half dead from a recent case and look like they were on the verge of falling face first onto their desks.

Morgan returned a few minutes later and I watched discreetly as he sat down and finished the file he had been previously working on. It was late and only the team were still here because the director wanted them as soon as possible.

"Reid, what did you do?" Emily narrowed her eyes at me.

"What? Why do you say that?" I pulled my poker face.

"Because you've got that look in your eye like you're expecting something. It's September which means Halloween is coming up. Who are you pranking today?" she grinned. I smiled and whispered over to her. Her grin widened and she sat and watched with me, pretending to be discussing over the case.

Suddenly we heard a loud yelp followed by words I hadn't ever said in a single sentence.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT IS THAT!" followed by words I'd rather not repeat. In a matter of seconds, Morgan's gun was pointed at his drawer and a shot was fired. Emily and I both stood there in shock. Everyone hurried over from where they were to see what was going on.

"What the hell happened?" Hotch demanded.

"There was a- wait a minute," Morgan leaned closer to the drawer, seeming to finally notice it was fake. That was the first time I had ever seen Derek Morgan blush. Emily and I both started laughing. We didn't mean to but we couldn't help it.

"REID!" Morgan shouted. I would've been afraid but I was laughing to hard to be scared.

"More Halloween pranks?" Hotch sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Nice one, boy genius," Rossi grinned and patted my back.

*Flashback over*

"I can't believe you shot a hole through your drawer," I choked out, trying to breathe.

"Well, what the hell was I supposed to think? It was late, I was sleep-deprived and I opened my drawer to find a large hairy tarantula!" he exclaimed.

"You screamed like 10-year-old girl," I informed him, making myself laugh harder. Oh God, my sides hurt. Morgan scowled at me, standing up.

"You want something to laugh about, Pretty Boy?" he smirked before he tackled me to the ground, digging his fingers into my sides and tickling me. I barked out laughter, tears swelling up in my eyes.

"N-no, stop!" I cried out, squirming and trying to get away but I couldn't stop laughing. It didn't help that Morgan had me pinned with his knees on either side of me.

"Take that back and say you're sorry," he thought about for a second, "say you're sorry, Daddy," he smirked. My eyes widened whilst still in my laughing fit, tears strolling down my cheeks.

"N-never," I now understood why tickling was used as a torture method at one point in time.

"Say it, Reid!" he pressured, ticking me even more. I gasped for air, trying not to suffocate with laughter which I highly doubt would even be possible.

"N-no!"

"Say it!" I couldn't even make out words from how hard I was laughing all whilst Morgan grinned at me. I didn't think I could take much more before I'd pass out from lack of oxygen.

"I'm s-s-sorry, Daddy!" I yelled. Morgan stopped immediately, staring down at me before falling over laughing. I sighed loudly, breathing as much as I possibly could. My face was burning and sticky with tears. Morgan was still laughing when I stood up, regaining sense again. I narrowed my eyes at him before climbing on top of him, pinning him the same way he had.

"Now you say it!" I grinned evilly as I began tickling his sides. He howled in laughter but unfortunately, he was much stronger than I. In a minute, he had flipped us and I was once again pinned to the ground. "I hate you," I groaned. Morgan smirked as he pinned my arms over my head, once again pinning me with his knees.

"Aw, Pretty boy, you're hurting my feelings," he feigned a pout and I rolled my eyes but I had to admit. If it weren't because he was messing around, I would've fallen over for it completely.

"Well, good! Because I hate you," I huffed.

"You don't mean that," he pouted even further.

"Yes I do," I stated matter-of-factly, glaring off to the side.

"Well we can't have that, now can we?" he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. As I opened my mouth to speak, his lips connected with my own. I gasped in surprise before kissing back lightly. He pulled away and stared me in the eyes. "Still hate me?" he said lowly. I gulped.

"Yes," I breathed out, catching the breath he had stolen from me.

"I think I can help with that," he said in a rather seductive tone to which my body completely reacted to. He brushed his lips against mine teasingly, the kisses short and chaste. I could feel the desperation but he wasn't giving in. I found that rather - I blushed even thinking about it - sexy. His lips brushed over mine again, this time only a feather of a kiss was left. I mentally smacked him for that since I couldn't move.

"Stop being a tease," I groaned, too aroused to care about what I was saying.

"Still hate me?" he mocked.

"Yes and if you don't kiss me right now, then-then," I stuttered thinking of some sort of punishment, "then I won't kiss you for a week," I glared at him. His eyes shot up but he smirked.

"Aggressive," he murmured over my lips, "I like it," his lips locked with my own in a passionate kiss. I squirmed, wanting him to release my wrists and he did. My hands cupped his face, pulling him closer to me as he used his own to keep himself elevated over me, not wanting to crush me under his weight. I pulled away from the kiss and pushed at his chest hard, he fell to the side and I climbed over him, pressing my lips to his in a matter of seconds. Morgan sat up without disconnecting, leaning against the couch frame as I straddled him completely. The kiss was soft but heavily passionate like we hadn't kissed in a long time. His fingers coiled around in my hair, tugging at them softly making me want to moan but I stopped myself from letting it out.

"Nu-uh," he pulled away. "You better let those moans out, Reid," he said in a commanding yet sultry voice. I almost said yes Daddy but I would've laughed and ruined the moment. Instead, I grabbed his face and kissed him harder. Morgan's hands roamed down my body making my skin feel like it was on fire, the intensity growing just as his fingers past it. He rounded over my thighs and tucked them underneath my butt. I gasped as he slightly squeezed. His tongue swiped across my lower lip, asking for entrance. I parted my lips and let him in, his tongue roaming my mouth slowly, a moan forming in the back of my throat and leaving my lips. As it slipped, Morgan's grip tightened over my bottom, his tongue caressing my own. He tasted of Martinellis and it was amazing.

We pulled away for a few seconds, regaining our breath before connecting heatedly once more. I trapped his lower lip in between my own, sucking on it. Derek groaned and I felt my pants get a bit tighter.

"Damn it, Reid," he muttered. Suddenly, his hands completely cupped my butt, leaning forward, he began to stand, my legs instinctively wrapped around his hips tightly, the pressure of my erection against him caused another moan to escape. He continued to kiss me heatedly, pressing me roughly to the wall. Tilting his head to the side, our kiss deepened and every molecule in my body felt as if it combusts, my skin ablaze. He pulled away and began kissing down my jawline before reaching my neck, leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses. Tilting my head to the side to give him better access his tongue swiped just a few inches above my collarbone and I hissed in pleasure. Understanding completely, his lips clamped on the spot, sucking roughly making me a moaning mess, his tongue swirling around at the right moment every time. I hissed loudly as he bit down, pulling at the skin gently.

"Derek," I managed before he shifted and I felt his erection press onto my own. We both simultaneously moaned at the feeling. It felt so good. Adjusting myself, I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pressing them tightly. Morgan bucked his hips into me, my back connecting with the wall harshly, I moaned really loudly.

"Baby-" he was cut off when both our phones started ringing. "You've got to be kidding me," he groaned. I sighed, letting my head drop onto his shoulder.

"Looks like we've got to go," I grumbled.

"Stupid serial killers," Derek grunted. He let me down and picked my head up. "So, you don't hate me anymore?" he smirked. I rolled my eyes and pushed at his chest.

"Shut up," my cheeks flushed. "But we should hurry," I told him, already moving out of his embrace.

"Not so fast, Pretty Boy," he whipped me around before planting a long kiss on my lips. "Make sure you grab a scarf," he chuckled. My eyes widened and my hand slapped against my neck. I regretted it immediately, hissing as it was still very sore.

"I'll be ready in 7 minutes," I informed him before running into my room and changing quickly, grabbing my scarf and wrapping it around my neck. I picked up my go bag and my messenger bag and walked back towards Morgan.

"Seven minutes on the dot," he laughed. I locked the apartment behind me and we left for his truck.