I own nothing...
I thought this was going in a total diff direction.
(shrugs) It happens.
I think I'm going to add the team next chapter.
Deep breath in- hold- release- again.
Deep breath in- hold- release- again.
Deep breath in- hold...
Morgan can't get enough air. Garcia lay a trembling hand on his shoulder.
They've been through this before- always removed though...always some victim that you have vague feelings of sorrow for. All in passing.
It's dangerous to feel too much; to get too close.
Morgan grips the edge of the autopsy's table, trying to steady himself.
Trying to orient himself.
Trying to understand why there was a body... No.
Trying to understand why Reid's body lay still on the autopsy table; as if he were sleeping beauty waiting for his shining knight in armor to kiss him back into existence. Morgan's there, he's willing.
They are there to claim his body. Morgan got the call and his walls caved in.
7:00 pm- Morgan drops Reid off from the Used Bookstore
7:30 pm- Morgan makes it home
7:50 pm- Morgan feeds Clooney
8:00 pm- Morgan gets ready to relax
Morgan gets the phone call
8:20 pm- Garcia calls
8:45 pm- Morgan and Garcia are at the morgue
The sterile flicker of the overhead light nearly drives them insane- their breathing extremely obscene in this space.
Garcia shutters as her mouth gaps.
"Oh, Spencer- who would do such a thing to such a sweet, beautiful..." She gasps as she runs her fingers through Reid's hair.
Morgan crosses his arms tight across his chest, staring at Reid's torso. Even though it's covered, the image is burned in the back of his mind. Morgan's fist clench and unclench as the words scream in his head.
I'm sorry.
Clean lines crusted with rust colored blood stand in high relief.
Perfection has never looked so ugly.
Morgan squints...his memory jogged as he remembers. It hits him like a ton of bricks.
"Baby boy, I'm going to get him if it's the last thing I do." Morgan scrubs his hand across his face as he looks at Reid's body.
Garcia looks up at Morgan.
"Derek, what is it?" Her voice rises in panic.
Morgan hisses.
"The M.O." He nods his head as a chill runs down her spine. "He's out."
He's going tear that s.o.b apart once he gets his hands on him. Kid or not.
He took Reid way from him.
A deadly growl rises in the back of Morgan's throat as he tries to swallow the bile struggling to come up.
Nathan Harris has to pay.
A/N: If you haven't noticed yet- I don't do more than two characters well. But I'm going to try.
Also- instead of wasting time with dropped story lines, the CM writers could go back and revisit the ones that slipped through the cracks or have more potential to reek havoc...Nathan Harris, Amanda Jackson to name two?
I'm thinking about doing an AU...a Hitchcock Rope-type murder... would anyone be interested?
If you haven't seen it Rope is the most homoerotic thing since...slash itself.
IF you haven't seen or read Celluloid Closet (IT OPENS YOUR MIND POSSIBILITIES AND HIDDEN SUBTEXT/ the history of Slash)
anyway...what do you think?