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Tonight's kind of a rough night : ( or morning…whatever your perspective is. Idk.
Trying to stay on the right side of rationality and sanity—and failing…so to distract myself I thought… 'hey, and update is in order.'
And as I post this…I realize that this was not a good distraction : (
I'm stuck with this fic…*see a/n :below
(sorry for sounding so effin' whiney)
Any who…r/r/e
His bedroom filled with the soft pants of Clooney sleeping in his dog bed in the corner of the room.
Morgan's curled on his side, fingering the empty side of the bed— there's an hollow ache in his chest as he stares at the smoothed sheets where Jas' sleeping form usually is.
It hadn't took her long to wipe what little traces there was of her- nothing but her lingering sent remains. Morgan's stomach burned with shame as she kissed his cheek as she pressed his key into his palm; she slipped out the front door with a melancholy smile tugging on her lips.
They could have been good together.
And the longer he stays awake, time slipping by listlessly; the more his mind races, buzzing at the truth trying to take root.
Derek Morgan may or may notbe in love with Spencer Reid.
His heart feels as if it would surely cleave in two at the implication.
Just because he may have feelings for Reid, Reid sure as hell would never have feelings for him.
And his fist clench in the sheets at that painful realization…
The errant beams if a car's headlights illuminate the room briefly; Morgan's eyes prick with tears that stubbornly spring to his eyes and refuse to fall.
Morgan struggles to catch his breath in the darkness as it settles again; easing his body into a restless sleep.
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It's like scratching dirt of the surface of a coin—
It's startling to find what's underneath.
Morgan stares at the cup of coffee steaming in front of him as Reid places it down. Actually, Morgan studies the way Reid's slender fingers curl around the handle of the mug in the nanosecond that they are there.
He finds the smile that Reid gives him. He coughs up a thank you and a small smile of his own and Reid makes his way back to his own desk, eyeing the stack of files that perch precariously at the edge.
Morgan sighs as he tries to brush Jas' words away…
'You just have a thing for Reid."
WHAT THING? Morgan wants to yell—wants someone to sit down and explain to him…why?
Why does it have to be Derek Morgan- the cool guy that knows what the ladies want; who could have any hot number he wanted.
Why does it have to be the 'kid', his friend…Pretty Boy. The guy that wouldn't realize that Morgan has a 'thing' for him even if Morgan spelled it out in front of him.
Morgan suppresses a curse as Reid nibbles on the end of his pen.
Some things are best left alone.
A/n: I know this didn't go anywhere…I apologize for that. But I have a feeling that this is going down that clichéd route…and I don't know where this should be going…
If anyone has any suggestions as to where they'd like to see it go, I might be able to incorporate some ideas into future chapter(s)? Any feedback would be welcomed and appreciated at this point.
Thank you for your time.