A/N: Thanks for all your support! =) Fall semester starts next week, so unfortunately that means that homework will be stomping out my free time, but I will be writing whenever I can, and will keep updating, but probably only once a week or every two weeks. I hope you enjoy! 3
Oh, and by the way, what's with this Reid having a love interest in season 8 I hear of? A female love interest, not named Derek Morgan? Wtf is that?! Sorry, needed to get that out. =P
And I fixed the absolutely idiotic mistake I made about Rome. Lol.
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Cupcakes upon cupcakes were piled in containers on Garcia's side desk. She didn't know how time seemed to elude her completely, but she had made cupcakes into the morning, only realizing what time it was when JJ called her to see if she could get her any coffee.
"Oh, wow. Where the hell did you get all these?" Prentiss asked when she came to visit Garcia that morning.
"I made them!" Garcia exclaimed. "I haven't slept, but I got a bunch of 5 hour energy's and I've had a massive amount of coffee!"
Prentiss arched an eyebrow at her and put a hand on her shoulder, "I think you need to calm down." She gave Garcia a smile and the tech kitten stuck her tongue out at her.
"That container is for you, BTW, so you should be nicer." Garcia spun in her chair to grab the container and handed it out to Prentiss who took it wearily.
"Thanks, Garcia. Jeez, there's like 12 in here." She took a closer look and laughed, "why did you draw penis' on some of them?"
The techie waved her hand dismissively, "you get bored with the pretty stuff after baking for four hours, now go forth and be your sexy, kick ass, agent, self elsewhere! I'm expecting Chocolate Thunder."
"I see how it is." Prentiss stuck out her tongue and left, eager to eat some of her sugary treats with her coffee, seeing as she'd barely slept the night before, apparently a commonality of the day.
Garcia didn't have to wait long for the sharp knock on her door that announced Derek Morgan's presence. She'd known he'd need a pep talk at least before his first day of the subtlety love game kicked off.
"Come iiin!" She called.
"Hey, there, baby girl." Morgan greeted easily and practically threw himself into the extra chair she had in her lair. "Damn, girl, did you get any sleep?"
"Truthfully, no."
"And why the hell not?"
"I lost track of time. I don't know how it happened." She told him innocently, but he just stared at her with raised eyebrows.
"Riiiight."
"Oh, damn you profiling meanie face." She snapped. "I just had a really hard time with that last case. We all did, I know that. But you know me, I'm all bubbly, rainbows and butterflies. I believe in the good in people, and when we have cases like that one, my very foundation for life is rocked." Garcia fiddled with one of her fuzzy pens. "Plus, I started thinking of my favorite chocolate man, and my favorite vanilla man, and it just got me all sorts of excited."
"Okay, I understood the first reason, but not so much the second."
"Omg! Hot!"
Morgan smiled pensively at the ceiling. "Yes, yes I suppose it would be."
"And it will be." She smiled wickedly and stood. "Now, help me deliver these cupcakes to the rest of my pretties."
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"Cupcakes?" Reid's face lit up when he spotted the full container on Prentiss' desk. She sat with a cupcake half stuffed in her mouth and she hurried to make herself more lady like when she heard his voice.
"Hey, Reid. You seem pretty chipper today." Prentiss commented happily through a mouthful of cupcake, watching Reid stuff his messenger bag under his desk.
"Cupcakes?" Reid repeated hopefully.
"Patience is a virtue." Prentiss teased. Reid glowered at her and she almost bought it. "Relax, Garcia has a whole butt load of 'em." As if on cue Garcia rounded the corner, Morgan beside her with a stack of containers five high.
"Thanks hunk man." Garcia slapped his arm and grabbed the container off the top. "For you, boy genius." The blonde bounced over to Reid who had been staring at the treats longingly.
"Ohmygosh." Reid grabbed it and opened it immediately, he was a huge fan of anything sugary, especially anything Garcia baked. "Thank you so much, Garcia. You are the most perceptive, intelligent, mystical, oracle of all power and knowledge." Garcia gave a rare blush at Reid's words.
"You seem in a better mood today." She commented kindly.
"You bring me a container of cupcakes and expect me not to be in a better mood? Did you know that eating chocolate used to be considered a temptation of the devil? The U.S. collectively eats 100 pounds a second!" Reid rushed out before stuffing a triple chocolate cupcake in his mouth. Garcia laughed and mussed his hair.
"Okay, hot mama. Let's get the rest of the sure to be dragging ass agents their sugary treats too." Morgan nudged her along with his foot since his arms were too full.
With a stop at Rossi's office who looked bemused but pleased, and at Hotch's who tried to look stern but the light in his eyes when he took the offered container told no lies, the pair made it to JJ's office, both smiling like giddy school children.
"Wow, thanks, Garcia!" JJ took the container greedily and opened it to take in the designs Garcia had made with the frosting and sprinkles. JJ looked up at the two when they didn't make their immediate leave and quirked an eyebrow. "What's got you two on loony moon?"
"It's a top secret mission." Garcia provided, and Morgan nodded solemnly. "But you will know someday, depending on our success."
The blonde shook her head and smiled warmly. "I'm not sure I really want to know until you determine your success or failure." She laughed softly and perused over the cupcakes again. "Now, close the door behind you so I don't have to be oggled at while I eat. You know I hate that."
All of the cupcakes delivered, Morgan began to mull it around in his mind how to get out of his office, and down to the desks below, or even get Reid to come up to his office. They had never finished their conversation in the break room, and he had a feeling it still hung in the air. Ah, yes, the break room. That was a for sure place to run into the boy genius. He usually got refills of coffee every half hour.
With a confident stroll, Morgan began his walk to the break room. He was disappointed to see Reid sitting at his desk, hunched over some file. He'd have to dink around in the break room for awhile, but that was all well and good, he did that when he couldn't stand another file anyways.
With deliberately slow movements, Morgan set about brewing another pot of coffee, telling himself that this one couldn't be fresh. Still, no Reid. So he began to move even slower as he added cream and sugar he normally didn't take with his coffee, and still no Reid. Finally he began to search the cupboards at a sloth's pace, pretending to be in search of something.
"You'll never complete the hunt at that pace." Finally, Reid's voice carried softly through the room and Morgan practically sprang back up to full height.
"I don't think what I was looking for would be under there anyway." Morgan wiggled his eyebrows up and down in Reid's direction, but the younger man seemed oblivious.
"What were you looking for?"
Morgan opened his mouth, but couldn't think of an answer to that besides "you", so he steered the subject in the another direction. "How are you?"
Reid's eyebrows shot up in bemusement. "I'm fine. How are you?"
"You know why I asked, Reid." Morgan pointed out and took a sip of his coffee. Way too creamed up and sugared, but he took another sip anyway.
True, Reid did know why Morgan had asked. Their conversation about Reid's recent depression had never been completed, but Reid was truthfully feeling better. Maybe it was the two weeks of almost constant distraction on their last case, or maybe it was all the thinking he had done the night they finally came home, or maybe both. No matter the reason, Reid had decided to accept the fact that he may never get to experience being with the man he loved intimately, but he could at least enjoy the time he had him as a friend.
"Morgan, I really appreciate that you're so concerned about me, but I am honestly feeling much better. I think I just needed someone to shake me out of feeling sorry for myself, so for that, I thank you." Reid explained and scratched behind his ear, not having long enough hair to tuck it back anymore.
"I'm glad to hear it," Morgan gave him a small smile. He wasn't completely convinced, but it would have to do for now. "So, what's my reward?"
"Modest now, aren't we?" Reid mused and his eyebrows shot up.
"You know you wouldn't like it if I were modest." Morgan winked and Reid gaped at him slightly. "I wouldn't leave your mouth hanging open like that, it sends out a hard to refuse invitation."
With a look that was a cross between befuddlement and panic Reid snapped his mouth shut. He opened it again to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he closed it again.
"Rendered the doctor speechless and looking dumbstruck, check. Not the way I wanted to do it the first time, but it'll do." Morgan grinned wolfishly.
With a glower Reid finally found his voice. "Yes, well, I'll leave looking dumbstruck to you from now on. It suits you much better than I." The doctor turned on his heal and stalked out of the break room.
"Hmmm. Feisty." Morgan said to himself. He had to admit a pissed off Reid was kind of sexy.
The knowledge of the files stacked on his desk should've had Morgan trudging up to his office, but instead he perched on the side of Reid's desk and watched him intently.
"Is there some sort of bother Spencer Reid day I don't know about?" The genius remarked.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Morgan replied in false innocence. He grabbed the stress ball off Reid's desk and threw it from one hand to the other. Reid decided to ignore him. Silence stretched out for awhile before Morgan leaned his head closer to Reid's. "Watcha dooooing?" Morgan had to admit, he wasn't as much showing his emotions for Reid now as just bothering him. His glare was too cute.
"Would you go do your job?" Reid growled and flipped open the next file in his stack.
"But I enjoy your presence much more than my work." Morgan leaned in a little closer and Reid tipped his chair backwards.
"Do personal bubbles mean anything to you?"
"Maybe I just like the feel of yours?"
Reid stood and slammed his hands palm down on his desk. Morgan couldn't do this to him. He couldn't make tantalizingly sexual remarks to his face right after he had accepted that their friendship would never move forward to something more. "I swear, Derek Morgan. If you do not leave me alone-"
"Do I get a rant? I've missed those."
With a exasperated cry Reid snatched up his files, turned heal, and fled to JJ's office for some solitude while he worked. Morgan couldn't help but watch Reid's ass as it moved away from him. He sighed and shoved himself off the man's desk.
"Seriously, Morgan? Is there some sort of bother Spencer Reid day the rest of us weren't made aware of?" Prentiss piped up from behind Morgan. "Because you just successfully pissed him off."
Mentally cursing himself, Morgan went back to his office to pick at his work. Probably was for the best, he didn't want to be here all night, and with the way Reid's ass was wagging around in the back of his mind, he'd be cutting it close already.
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Thankful that another case hadn't cropped up, Morgan was fixing himself his first home made meal in far too long, Clooney close on his heals as he moved around the kitchen.
Although Morgan felt slightly guilty that he had caused Reid to storm off, he also felt slightly exasperated. He had never said anything that hinted so much at his feelings for the young genius as he had earlier that day. He had been pretty sure that although he had staged his comments on the side of humor, Reid would have had to catch a slight hint. Unfortunately, Morgan didn't know that Reid felt like he was being tantalized with things he couldn't have, not hinted that they were right at his feet.
Timer set Morgan leaned against his counter and stared at his kitchen table. What a lonely night, dinner all by himself. He had invited Garcia over, but she was spending the night with Kevin.
"Maybe I should invite him over?" He asked Clooney who wagged his tail. It wasn't uncommon for Morgan and Reid to hang out. They were two single guys with no children and had demanding jobs, so they usually were equally lonely, sexual encounters excluded.
Deciding that although Reid may still be pissed at him, it was always worth a try.
"Morgan, you better not be calling to try to grate on my nerves, or I swear." Reid's voice was tight with caution and residual anger.
"I'm really sorry, Reid. I didn't mean to push your buttons so much. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? It's home maaade." He hoped the bribe would be enough.
"Fine. But just know that if it had been take out, I would've said no." And the line went dead.
Morgan grinned and shook his head before looking back at Clooney. "Well, he said yes. Not a very happy yes, but a yes." He scratched the German Sheppard behind his ears and stood in wait.
Luckily, Reid was a pretty timely person as long as it wasn't before nine in the morning, so Morgan didn't have to wait long.
"Pretty Boy! I'm glad you graced me with your presence." Morgan opened the door with a warm grin. Reid waved awkwardly and gave him a half smile. All Morgan could think about was ravishing him.
"You did use one of my known weaknesses." Reid pointed out and stepped inside. "And it smells delicious." Reid crouched down to take off his converse and Morgan caught himself wishing the slender man had bent over instead.
Clearing his throat Morgan turned to go back to the kitchen. "It's fettuccine alfredo. You can go ahead and pick something on T.V. or a movie, or something." Morgan called over his shoulder.
Normally, they ate in front of the T.V. when they hung out, so after Reid greeted Clooney, who was thankfully used to him, he sank down onto the sofa and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. He began to flip through the channels when he remembered he'd left his Star Wars DVDs there last time. With a devilish grin he launched himself at the DVD player and popped A New Hope in. It was a small payback, but it was payback non-the-less.
"Alright, the chef is done with his masterpiece!" Morgan announced boisterously. Reid rolled his eyes but stood from the sofa to dish himself up.
"Did you know that fettuccine alfredo was first made by Alfredo Di Lelio as a variation of fettuccine al burro at his first restaurant in 1914? It was located in Rome, Italy." Reid babbled as he scooped up his helping.
"Of course I didn't know that, but thanks." Morgan grabbed a couple pieces of garlic bread to accompany his pasta and followed Reid out of the kitchen, trying not to imagine Reid spouting off facts in the middle of the throws of passion.
After the two were settled on the couch Reid picked up the remote and turned the DVD player back on with a wicked grin.
"Aw, man. Come on, Star Wars?"
"Hey, man, you owe me after your asinine behavior earlier today."
"I've got an ass for you, and it's not connected to the sound inine." Morgan slurped up a noodle and gave into the sci-fi.
Reid snorted and took a large bite of his garlic bread. "You're lucky you're a good cook, or I'd slap you for that."
"Like to see you try."
"I'd bet you'd like it."
"Yeah, probably." Morgan grinned stupidly.
Eyes narrowed at his plate Reid stabbed at his pasta a little harshly, but Morgan didn't seem to notice.
"Wait, where would you be slapping me?"
"Surely, your face?"
"I've been told my ass is smackable." Morgan shrugged nonchalantly.
"Your face is definitely more slappable than your ass." Reid returned snidely.
"But you've never tried either, how would you know?"
"Oh for fucks sakes, Morgan!" Reid exclaimed and stabbed his pasta so hard the fork hit the plate with a horrid clanging sound.
Silence stretched between the two men for a couple of moments. Morgan eyed the fork in Reid's hand and after the fingers had unclenched significantly he deemed it okay to talk again.
"Sorry, I think it was just wishful thinking." Morgan mumbled and stood to get a beer. Reid's face shot up to watch his retreating form and he began to worry his bottom lip.
What kind of ride was Morgan taking him on?