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L is for Letters

It wasn't his fault, Morgan reasoned with himself as he searched through the papers in his hand. It really wasn't. They'd just yesterday finished up a case the team had been working on for almost two weeks now and were staying in the hotel for the night, due to bad weather conditions, and leaving on the plane first thing in the morning, Mother Nature allow. Morgan had decided to get some paperwork done that he'd brought with him, and he'd been looking for a pen in Reid's to-go bag (without permission a little voice in his head chided) when he'd stumbled upon the letters. A box of them, all categorized and neat, all in opened letters addressed to Reid. Closer examination revealed Spencer's own scrawl on one side of the paper, and a slightly messier handwriting lining the back of the page; letters to and from his mother.

Morgan knew that Reid wrote to his mother on a daily basis, but he had never read any of the letters- no one had, and temptation was too strong. Checking to make sure that Reid was still in the shower of the hotel room they were sharing, he plopped down beside the bag and skimmed through the letters, finding the most recent one. Morgan slid it out of the envelope and flipped it over to the side where Reid's handwriting could be seen.

Dear Mom

Things are busy here, as usual. We had another tough case last week; after all, they can't all be solved easily. A postal worker had killed four people in town and then took two twin girls hostage, hiding them right in the town we'd been set up in, can you believe it? Not even three blocks away! We found the girls in time, and the guy's locked up now, but it just feels awful that we couldn't find him, even when he was right under our noses, right under mine. But it all comes with the job, I suppose.

Everyone here's good. Hotch and Rossi are still managing to drive us all crazy, but if they weren't then I'd be worried. JJ and Emily are fine, keeping us all looking on the bright side, so is Garcia. She hacked N.C.I.S (that's the Naval Criminal Investigative Service)'s database the other week, to help with information for a case we were working. We all thought there was going to be a complaint filed, maybe even a lawsuit, but instead she got flowers and a fruit basket with a 'Congrats on Hacking Our Network' card attached to it, from the Technical Advisor and the Forensic Scientist. Apparently she's the only one that's ever been able to do that. That's our Garcia.

Derek - Morgan, that is- is doing well. He came over the other night, checking in on me, says that I don't sleep enough. Well, he agrees with you there, Mom. Honestly, I think sometimes that he worries about me a little too much, forgets that I'm a grown-up, just like him. But I don't mind it all that much, it's nice having someone that cares (you know, aside from you). We watched a new science fiction movie, and he commended me on being able to resist pointing out the scientific flaws of the movie, and let me tell you, there were quite a few.

I think if you met Derek you'd like him, you two are so similar at times. I considered asking him to come with me the last time I visited, but I decided against it. I wouldn't want him to feel… overwhelmed. You understand, don't you? I think I might ask him to come along though, sometime, someday. When I do, you'll be the first person I tell.

I have to go now, Hotch is calling us, I'm writing this from my desk. I hope you're doing well, and I miss you, Mom. I'll see you in a few weeks.

Love,

Spencer.

Morgan smiled, almost proud at how much he was mentioned in the letter, and turned over the paper, and saw a response written in a slightly messier hand.

Dear Spencer,

It sounds like this "Derek" fellow is good to you- Don't let him go.

Love,

Mom

Chuckling to himself, Morgan scrambled to put everything back in it's place as he heard the water in the other room shut off.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Reid," He said as he closed the lid of the box. "I'm not going anywhere."

(P.S. Kudos to anyone who found the little reference to one of the other shows I like in there, if anyone can find it, you get virtual cookies!)