Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrowing.
Author's note: This is the last chapter. I have a small epilogue, but this story actually turned out to be a bit longer that I presumed. Not that I mind...
Garcia moonwalked through the door of the FBI-building and proceeded in a perfect imitation of the Michael Jackson Thriller dance.
Some music just never got old.
Her big flowery bag swung around on her right arm nearly kicking over a thin girl in a boring black suit and sensible flat shoes. Garcia took a sip of her coffee in her other hand and continued her dance.
And stopped abruptly as she recognized an agitated man discussing with the receptionist.
Flashback
"I'm going to describe someone and you just say the first name that pop into your head, okay?" Garcia had nodded enthusiastically and looked expectantly at her brunette friend.
"I'm as ready as can be Sugar Bun – shoot!"
Prentiss had smiled and settled on the edge of Garcia's desk.
"It's a man. He's black, tall, muscular, intelligent and handsome."
"Derek Morgan," Garcia had breathed with a blissful look on her face.
"Except, no! I was describing Albert Whitaker – the boyfriend of our dear Spencer Reid!" Garcia's mouth had fallen open when the truth dawned on her.
"Nooooo... Really?" Prentiss had nodded and left Garcia to wonder why she hadn't noticed that herself.
End flashback
Garcia pulled her phone up her pocket, unfolded it and called a number from her call-log in one fluent movement.
"Yes?"
"Prentiss, it's me. I'm standing in the lobby looking at chocolate hunk no. II – what do I do, and what is going on? He looks... frustrated at best!"
"I have no idea! Reid got a call and went completely pale, then he gave his phone to Morgan with this petrified look in his eyes and he's just sitting in his chair shaking now. I don't know wh... Wait! Morgan just came back." Garcia watched as another receptionist joined the discussion in front of her. "Oooh – Morgan is whispering to Reid while holding his hand! You really should hurry – if you got this on film I doubt you'll want to use Photoshop for a while!"
Garcia ended the call and started walking towards the elevator quickly – this she wanted to see. Not only because Morgan and Reid were acting close but also because her Baby Genius was apparently all shaken up and he needed comfort.
"Ms. Garcia!" She stopped to look back and found Albert Whitaker walking towards her with a big charming smile on his face. She paused her music and and faced him with a friendly smile. "Penelope." She felt her heart skip a beat and cursed herself for her weakness against everyone who resembled her favorite dark gunslinger.
"Mr. Whitaker, I haven't seen you for a while." She smiled. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm trying to visit my boyfriend, but the receptionists won't let me get past the lobby." He shot Garcia a smile saying 'I'm not saying they're stupid, but they certainly aren't the brightest – if you catch my drift'. Garcia answered by rolling her eyes in a 'I so get your drift – you can't let those ditsy women do anything remotely important'-way.
"I'd love to help you Butterscotch, but I'm afraid it's out of my jurisdiction." She gave him an apologetic smile and resumed walking towards the lifts. A hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Are you sure there's nothing you can do? There's been this big, stupid misunderstanding, and I really want to make up for it." Garcia frowned – something definitely weren't right.
"Have you tried getting the receptionists to call Reid? He can grant you a visitor's admission."
"I tried that, but they only got hold of Morgan and I get the feeling he isn't terribly fond of me." He cocked his brow saying 'can you believe it?'. "Can't you grant me a visitor's admission? With your connections and skills it should be easy as pie."
"I could make it happen in a jiffy!" Garcia smiled at the flattery. "But I'm not sure I should, seeing that you're Reid's boyfriend." She had been around profiler's long enough to notice the small stiffening of Whitaker's smile when she called him Reid's boyfriend.
Ah, she thought to herself. So that's what's wrong!
"Oh, Penelope – are you sure you can't help me? It's extremely important that I get to talk to him as fast as possible." His smile had turned slightly forced as he took a step closer to Garcia. She let her eyes wander in search for somebody to help her. She caught the eyes of one of the receptionists who nodded at the security guard walking towards Garcia and Whitaker.
"I'm afraid I can't do that Mr. Whitaker, but I know just the man who can." She smiled as the security guard stepped next to her.
"Can I be at assistance here Penelope?" He smiled to her.
"I don't think so Barney, Mr. Whitaker here was just about to leave."
"Oh," Barney said in mock surprise. "I'll walk you to the door, then." He put his hand on Whitaker's arm with a gesture towards the door.
"I'll tell Reid you said hi." Garcia smiled at the man being dragged away before resuming her walk to the elevator.
Reid and Morgan then? She smiled at the thought and started the music.
Morgan swiped away the drop of sweat trailing down from Reid's hairline. He was lying next to Morgan looking more gorgeous than any woman he had ever woken up next to and it was tearing him up inside. No matter how hard he tried he felt inadequate, wrong. His heart would swell with feelings of immense happiness when the genius smiled at him but in the back of his head a small voice kept complaining, telling how wrong they were for each other.
He was too old.
He wasn't smart enough.
When Reid took his hand or snuggled against him in his sleep he couldn't help but wondering what he made the young man miss out on by keeping him by his side.
He was in a position where he should find a special someone to settle with. A person he could grow old and content with. He had always thought that he would have kids some day, but when he looked at the sleeping form beside him it didn't seem possible, but he wasn't sure if he regretted it.
The feeling of not being good enough haunted him every time Reid would start a passionate ramble about a random topic, and Morgan couldn't help but stifling a yawn. The hurt look Reid had in his eyes when he didn't get his jokes or the references to some dead physicist made his heart clench and his breath hitch.
The doubt .
The nagging doubt wouldn't leave him alone. Sometimes he wondered whether he had been bi for his entire life, or if it was only Reid who could make him feel this way. He knew Reid was gay, but he hadn't had the the time to reflect. He had realized his feelings for Reid was deeper than he had counted on and had spilled the moment it hit him.
It simply tore him apart.
It was almost too much weight to carry on his shoulder's. He hated the feeling of responsibility he felt for Reid's happiness when he just knew he wasn't right.
Just as Reid wasn't right for him.
Morgan leaned over to place a soft kiss against the pair of lips he adored the most in the entire world.
His heart fluttered when Reid slowly opened his eyes and looked into his eyes with a tired smile.
"Good morning Derek." He snuggled closer to Morgan's chest with a sound of satisfaction. Morgan absentmindedly ran his fingers through Reid's hair.
"This isn't working out, is it?"
"It isn't," Reid muttered against the broad chest in front of him. He looked up at Morgan's face. "I really love you, but it just doesn't feel right."
"I know just what you mean."
"I hate worrying about you when we're out on cases and you alays end up being the one kicking in the doors."
"I hate not being smart enough to understand what you talk about when you get all fired up and talk about Star Wars mathematics and stuff that interest you beside work."
"I never feel good enough or cool enough, and I'm always afraid to embarrass you when I do something stupid or klutzy."
"I always feel too old for you, and like I'm keeping you from enjoying your youth." Reid smiled at the darker man.
"I'm almost thirty – I think my youth has pretty much passed completely."
"And you're definitely cool enough and way smarter than anyone could ever wish to become."
Morgan pulled Reid close and he happily obliged the gentle tug.
"But we were good together weren't we?"
"Yes, we were." Reid rubbed his cheek against the hard plane of muscle. "For a moment we were the best. But it could never be. You are my first love and I know that makes me put you on a pedestal – and that's not fair to you."
"I'm not even sure I like men!" Reid chuckled and Morgan felt his mouth curve. "Seriously – I don't know if I like men or if it's just you."
"Will you drive me back to my apartment later? I think it's probably about time I get back home."
"Of course Pretty Boy." Morgan shot Reid a teasing smile as he pushed himself into sitting position. "That's what best friends are for."
Yes, all you Sperek-shippers! They do not end up together... Or do they?
Epilogue coming up in a day or so :D