Why hello there. It's been a bit longer than I would have liked, but I'm updating now! Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds nor 300.
...........................................................................................................................
Drink
"Hey kid?"
"Yes?"
"Wanna beer?"
"Oh...uhm, no. Thanks though."
Derek Morgan halts at his fridge, turning to look at the small genius sitting on his couch, waiting for the movie to begin that had somehow become their Saturday-nights-off-from-work routine.
"I know you're not much of a drinker, but you don't want even one?"
"Nope. I'm good."
Morgan grabs ones beer from his fridge and heads over to the couch where he sits next to Reid.
"And why not?" he inquires, genuinely curious. Brown eyes turn to look at him, almost pleadingly.
"I just don't drink."
"You just don't drink." He's unbelieving.
"Yes. I just don't drink. Can we drop it now?" There's a bit of vulnerability hiding in his words, a bit of desperation lurking in behind them.
"Yeah, sure." The tone is what makes him drop it because he realizes it won't do to push. "Now," he begins as he lets a grin spread across his face, destroying the tension with one fatal swoop, "we enjoy the glory that is 300."
"Oh, boy."