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Blue Eyes Angle 2

Chapter 3

(Past)

Spencer Reid was nervous, today was his first day at the BAU. Gideon was waiting for him inside, said to meet him on the 5th floor. After checking in with the front security desk, he got into the elevator and pressed the fifth button key. Spencer watched the doors close before a hand jerked out and halted the doors, making them stop and open again. They revealed a handsome man with fair skin and dark hair that curled. Although he was a grown man, he still had a boyish look to him which reminded Spencer of the boys from his college. The guys who never made it past the first year.

It was then that Spencer realized that the man was talking to him.

"What?" asked Spencer.

"I asked if you were heading to the BAU?" said the man.

"Yes, I am," replied Spencer. "I uh, pressed the button for the fifth floor."

"I saw that it's why I asked."

"Oh…right"

Spencer looked up and saw that they were only on the 3rd level. The elevators were slow.

"So, are you an intern or something?" asked the man.

"I'm actually starting my first day there as an agent," answered Spencer.

"Really," said the man. "You're messing with me, right?"

"What does that mean," asked Spencer, trying to not let his irritation show.

"Well, I didn't think anyone so young could be working for such a high elite team," said the man. "And no offense, but you don't exactly scream FBI agent."

"I don't believe age should define one's intelligence for capability," said Spencer.

"Intelligence?"

"My full name is Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Doctor,"

"I have two PHD's…."

"You're kidding me," asked the man looking at him shocked. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," replied Spencer.

The man turned back to the door. "You still don't look like an FBI agent, you don't even look like a cop."

"The same could be said about you," said Spencer.

The man turned to him irritated "About me?"

"You don't look that much older than me," said Spencer.

"I'm 27 years old," said the man. "Although I only work in the SWAT division, not precisely consider elite in the FBI."

The man held out his hand to Spencer.

"Andy Bensen,"

Spencer took his hand. "Spencer, Spencer Reid."

(Present)

Derek was going to kill Reid. As soon as he got him to the hospital and made sure that he was okay. It had been hours since Reid jumped off the bridge after Tucker, and the team along with the whole NYPD searched for them all over the East River. It was finally within the last hour that they were able to find both Tucker and Reid. Tucker was dead, and Reid had a case of hyperthermia maybe and dripping wet, but he was alive. When Reid got off the rescue boat, JJ practically jumped on him. JJ looked like she was hugging him harder than when they found him after the Hankel case, sobbing in relief. But from where Derek was standing he could tell that Reid wasn't focused on JJ squeezing the life out of him. His eyes were zoomed in on Tucker's body as the medical team rolled him out in the body bag. From Reid's face, Morgan could tell, all he cared about was Tucker. That Tucker died, and he lived.

Which is why Derek wanted to and will kill Reid. Heck, he wanted to kill Reid the minute JJ told him the kid jumped after Tucker. But for the past eight hours, JJ had been doing nothing but trying not to sob and vanish the image of her dead friend. Emily was in a panic, using the search and staying objective to not let her teammates know she was scared. Rossi was biting off the head of any and every NYPD officer that came to Rossi with no leads or news and swearing under his breath when he thought nobody, but Derek was listening.

Hotch, to the untrained eye Aaron Hotchner appeared like the familiar stoic face leader of the BAU. Derek, however, had witnessed the man during the time of Foyte and Hankel, he knew his boss all too well. Derek was no better, he had been searching with the rest. He probably would have gone underwater after his friend if Emily hadn't been there to grab him by his jacket. It was eight hours of hell they all went through, imagining the worst that happened to Reid. And all Reid cared about was the unsub. Derek does admire Reid's compassion for the unsub at times, but here at this moment, it was a reminder of how Reid cared too much for these guys. To the point of where the kid would take a bullet to the head or jump off a bridge. It had to stop. Derek didn't know how, but he was going to make the kid get rid of his need to save everyone. Or with God as his witness, Derek was going to kill the kid.

"Of all the…stupidest…"

Spencer thought her head was going to blow off her shoulders.

"…Careless…. Irresponsible…."

He really hoped not because he really liked her too much for her head to exploded.

"Do you have a…I should just kill you myself…."

Not to mention it makes a mess everywhere.

"I can't believe…"

He wondered if there was a statistic on the possibility of people's head's blowing off if they're mad enough.

"Reid doesn't just stare, answer me!"

Probably not.

"Sorry, what was the question?"

Emily looked ready to rip his head off, that was more of a Morgan thing. Next to putting someone's head on a stick, so maybe she just shot him with her gun.

"I want to know what was going through your head when you decided to jump off a bridge after a serial killer," demanded Emily.

Spencer shrugged.

"Reid!"

"Emily, I honestly could not tell you why my body decided to jump off a bridge. One minute I was staring down where Tucker fell and the next thing I know I was in the water," he explained.

Emily's eyes scanned him before replying. "That's not all there is to it."

"Maybe not, but I do not want to tell you in a not so private hospital room only wearing a hospital gown," explained Spencer.

"You can't leave until you are cleared by the Doctor," stated Emily.

"Which is ridiculous because I feel fine!"

Emily shot him a look that clearly said, "really?".

"Just sit here and wait for Morgan to come back with the Doctor."

"I don't really have a choice. The nurses took all my stuff, my phone, my gun, my shoes, did that so I won't run."

"You are not a prisoner here Reid."

"Then how come Morgan all but dragged me in here like one. He probably would have handcuffed me if you weren't there."

Spencer will never be able to live down how Morgan threw him over his shoulder and carried him over to the ambulance when he refused to go. Spencer was even manhandled into the gurney by Morgan. It was something he wasn't going to live down for a while.

"Yeah, he probably would have since Hotch gave him the all clear to if you continued to resist."

"What!"

"Well, what did you think was going to happen after jumping off a bridge."

"This is ridiculous. You know they took all my clothes too."

"Because they were all wet."

"I am literally wearing paper underwear right now!"

"Sounds sexy," said Garcia walking into the room.

"Hey Garcia," greeted Emily.

Garcia had arrived after the fifth murder, so she could help with the NYPD computer system and get them any leads. She like the rest of the team had not been too happy or calm when heard of Reid's underwater dive.

"Hello, my doves, I bring clothes and underwear for our super genius," said Garcia as she held up Spencer's go back. "I would suggest the black ones, sexy is always sexy, next to red."

Spencer blushed and grabbed his bag from Garcia. The pair that she was referring to be the ones he wore when he was with Andy. They were the only few clean pairs he had since he hadn't gotten the chance to do any wash.

"Morgan says that you can't change thou until the Doc checks you," said Garcia as Spencer opened his bag.

"Oh, come on!"

"Stop complaining kid," said Morgan storming in. "I found the Doctor."

Accurate enough in walked an elder woman with red hair.

"Spencer Reid- "

"Dr. Spencer Reid." Everyone in the room corrected.

The woman nodded. "Of course, Dr. Reid, my name is Dr. Smith. I would like to examine you and make sure that there was serious damage done to you."

"I feel fi- "

"Reid," warned Morgan.

Spencer shut his mouth.

Emily turned to Dr. Smith. "We'll all leave so you can examine him."

Emily and Garcia walked out of the room, but Morgan stood at the doorway, almost like he was guarding Spencer. He stood there the whole time as Dr. Smith checked him out. Spencer did his best to pretend that Morgan wasn't there, but it was hard with the guy burning a hole through Spencer's head. He turned his head away from the doctor and Morgan, closing his eyes. He allowed his mind to drift.

Hands touching and smoothing over body parts.

Gentle kisses sprinkling the back, stomach, thighs, chest, and neck. Moaning as the kisses got lower.

"Ah, Spencer, right there, don't stop. Spencer, Spencer, Reid- "

"Reid, Reid."

Spencer's body jerked as he looked to the doctor and Morgan staring at him.

"Sorry, sorry, what did you ask me?" he did his best to ignore the blush that was probably appearing on his face.

Dr. Smith smiled. "Nothing, I was just saying that we were all done."

"Oh."

(Past)

Spencer's back hit the bed as his body and mouth were attacked. He had never done this before. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to be under the touch of another human being. There was a moment when he wasn't confident he would know what to do, but his body picked up the slack that his brain couldn't. Every hand, kiss, tongue, and moan that came from his body felt like a dance to him. It shouldn't be possible how his body knew what to do. But he didn't care now.

Cloths being taken off and thrown in random directions.

Kissing

Hands touching.

This was wrong, Spencer knew that.

His underwear was removed.

It broke the rules.

Hands grasp his thigs as Andy mouth went down and began to lick and kiss. Spencer let out a moan.

This man was his co-worker. Close enough to be his boss.

Spencer let out another moan as he worked his fingers through the man's hair.

It was wrong.

Spencer back arched.

But he didn't care.

(Present)

"Reid!"

Spencer jumped and looked up at Morgan staring down at him. They were back on the jet, heading home. All the team was asleep except for him and Morgan.

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Morgan.

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Spencer.

"It sounded like you were having a bad dream," said Morgan.

"Not at all," admitted Spencer.

Morgan gave him a longer stare before putting back on his headphones and resting in his seat.

Spencer looked out the window of the plane. It was going to be impossible for him to get any sleep.

TBC