I own nothing...
My coffee is percolating :)
I have a massive head cold...but still have to drag my sorry butt up at the stupid crack of dawn to go to school...work...eh(who am I to complain?)
I brought the latest Blue October to...cheer me up. :(
See that face...not cheered. GIDS NO!
This album...makes me SAD.
(I mean I get it...but DAMN Justin. Just...Damn.)
CM- make me feel better, otay?
Anywho- Reid/slash/REVIEW/slash/Enjoy
(please excuse the dribble- I'm not awake yet- even if I post this in the middle of the day-nope, still not up)
Morgan stares at the clock, it blazing angrily at the indecent hour; sighing at the time, willing it to be later...earlier?
His stomach twists in apprehension; he hasn't spoken to Reid in days.
With the cases and Prentiss...and Reid not being there...he's kinda let that slip.
He scrubs his hand across his face as he struggles to get up, body aching as he reaches for his cell phone on the bedside table.
The moon casts its ghostly pallor across the room as he stares at the clock again. He pushes the thought out of his mind...the time that is. An unsure hand presses speed dial #2.
Morgan holds his breathe as one...two...three-
"Hello-"
"Hey Pre-"
"You have reach the voice mail box of Dr. Spencer Reid. I am unavailable to take your call at the moment; but if you would prefer- please leave your name and a number you can be reached after the tone and I will surely get back to you in a timely manor- thank you for your patience."
Morgan gives a small chuckle as 'cyborg' pops into his head. But his heart sinks when he realizes he hasn't heard from Reid for days...no, almost a full week.
"Hey Kid, just...calling to see if everything's okay will you. Unless you're a cyborg; you're probably sleeping at the moment. I'll...call back in the morning...well, later this morning and...well- just hoping everything's good with you, Reid. Bye." Morgan flips his phone shut, rolling his eyes at the rambling. He hates answering machines. Awkward but useful.
The heavy feeling won't leave him; there's no way in hell he can even try to fathom going back to sleep- so he slips out of bed and pads his way to the kitchen.
Clooney snorts his disapproval of Morgan's noises as he passes him on the way out.
Morgan shutters...this is literally the longest he hasn't talked to Reid. Even on vacation, he manages to have a word or two with the kid...just to keep tabs. Just to see if he's okay.
There's no excuse he thinks as he starts the coffee pot, letting the aroma surround him as he makes up his mind.
He takes the coffee after the pot's done- gets dressed in no time and finds his way out the door and into the car.
He's crazy- he thinks as he ends up in front of Reid's apartment building.
He frowns as a take-out delivery guy leaves the double doors and exits, compressing empty cartons of Chinese food as he makes his way to his truck.
He could be here for anyone in the building. Stop worrying Morgan.
He wants to slap himself but there's just that feeling in the pit of his stomach that he just can't shake.
Didn't Reid mention that he thought of Dillaudid as take-out... mentally checking out for awhile?
Morgan's body shakes with worry as he steps out of the car...it doesn't hurt to check- to follow your gut. And if he's wrong, he can just apologize- right?
So this is how Morgan finds himself inside Reid's apartment building, calmly buzzing Reid's intercom.
He could be sleep Morgan.
But, what about the guy-
Morgan go home.
But what chinese joint takes-out at...3:26 in the morning.
You make a valid point.
And this is how Morgan finds himself knocking on Reid's door at 3:36 in the morning. He would use his key...but then again...that's kinda ruder than the actions he's already taken.
Morgan holds his breath; as he hears the faint tinkering of...glass? There's movement behind the door-
"Reid?" Morgan's voice alien in his own ears as it creaks in his throat.
"J-just a minute." More movement...and then the door squeaks open.
A frown sets on Morgan's face as he takes Reid in, wide eyed; flustered faced; dark patches of shadows swept along the underside of Reid's eyes.
"W-what are you doing here?" Reid stammers as he leans against the door's frame.
"I-I d'know. I guess I just wanted to check up on you to make sure you were...okay." Morgan stares at his feet for a moment, cheeks heating profusely.
He looks up to see a skeptical, nervous Reid.
"Couldn't sleep either?" Reid's voice is small- Morgan's eyes flick to see Reid's visible hand trembling, his other clenched tight in his sweater's pocket.
"Kid. I'm sorry for botherin' you, but, are you alright?"
Reid's breath catches as Morgan meets his gaze. His lips clench shut as he stares past Morgan's shoulder.
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Reid stares at the closed door- body jolting at the thunderous rapt of knuckle against door; vial dropping from his hand; clattering to the floor.
Shit!
"Reid?" Morgan's voice scratches at the door- and Reid's body locks as he looks at the hypodermic lying on the arm of the chair. He scrambles to grab the vial shoving it into his sweater's pocket and carefully picks up the needle, placing it back into the hollowed Grey's, slamming the cover shut, he stuffs it into his couch.
"J-Just a minute." He murmurs as he looks around to make sure that nothing was out of place before going to the door.
He yanks open the door to find a very flustered Morgan.
Reid knows he looks bad. Hell, he looks like shit. Like a ghost is chasing him. She is. Hanging over his back...so fucking heavy, he can barely manage to take a breath.
Reid asks Morgan what he's doing here...
Morgan's body sags in answer. Morgan looks haunted as well. And Reid realizes that he hasn't spoken to Morgan in six days.
That's the longest he's ever gone...
"Couldn't sleep either?" Reid knows this is dangerous, but he hates to see Morgan worried. Worn to the nub almost.
Reid clenches the Vial deep in his pocket- smooth and warm like a worry stone; he's vaguely aware that he's trembling. Body betraying him. Again.
"Kid, I'm sorry for bothering you, but is everything alright?"Morgan asks- and those words alone want to make Reid come undone.
No. He wants to say- there's a woman chasing me down and I just want to loose my mind for a little bit...so go away until I do just that? Please? I'm begging you.
Instead he stares past Morgan's shoulder, not knowing how to answer; his lips set into a fine line.
Prentiss hisses in his ear- let him in.
Reid shutters at the implications...but it's better than sinking- he knows Morgan can help.
Reid says nothing as he steps aside to let Morgan into his home.
Who can deny a dead girl's wishes?
Who can deny Emily Prentiss?
A/N: So...melodramatic enough?
*sniffle**sniffle*{my thoughts have echos...scary- I think I need to lie down...three more hours to go?
Reid and review please...would love to hear your input...I need to figure out where this is going...even if you can kinda see where it's headed...it helps.
Thank you for your time.
da-sm