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Addicted Innocence-Chapter 6

Playing the Part

Spencer Reid woke up the next morning more nervous than he was when he first started college, which, considering his age, height, and weight when he was 13, was really saying something. He sighed as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He would miss his brown hair color even if he was going to be able to take the dye out after the case was over.

Derek Morgan watched his colleague sigh and brush through his hair, recognizing both actions as signs of nervousness and/or frustration. By now, he was used to Reid's 'nervous ticks', but he still wasn't a fan of seeing them.

Spencer finally noticed Morgan staring at him and smiled. "Hey Morgan."

"Hey Spencer." Morgan mimicked. "You ready for tonight?"

"No, not really." Reid admitted. "I don't have a choice though, do I?"

"No, I guess not." Morgan gave his friend a sympathetic smile before getting off his bed. "Jared's on his way over, by the way." he added after a few silent seconds.

"I'll miss my hair color." Reid mumbled, twirling a now less messy strand of curly hair. Morgan smirked as he watched Reid playfully touch his hair. "I know I'll get to take the dye out, but it doesn't seem right."

"I think it'll be fun to see you all gothed-up." Morgan teased. "SSA Dr. Spencer Reid- the man with multiple doctorates, an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and the one and only exception to the BAU's age rule. I'd love to see you as a goth, because I can't picture it at all!"

"Shut up!" Reid hissed, his cheeks blushing red.

"Alright kid, I'll stop. And don't worry, the team won't say anything. They know that you're doing this for a very good reason-you're protecting someone's life."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the hotel door. Reid sighed as he got up to open it. "Hey Spencer. Sleep well?" Jared asked as he walked passed Reid.

"Good. How about you?" Reid replied.

"Good, good." he shrugged off, already going through his bag of 'goodies'. He pulled out his black hair dye kit and waved it in front of Reid's face, obviously trying to tease the younger man. Reid glared at Jared, making it obvious that he was unhappy about the dye. "Hey, be a good sport!" Jared hissed, wagging a finger in front of Reid's face.

"Yeah, easier to say when you're not the one who has to dye their hair goth black." Reid mumbled.

"Well technically, I did dye my hair goth black." Jared smirked.

"Willing." Reid pointed out.

"Hardly matters." Jared murmured. Then, when he finally had all of his supplies, he beckoned Reid to join him in the bathroom.

"You didn't wash your hair yet, did you?"

"I combed it." Reid said.

"Take a shower first. The dye will settle in better if your hair's clean." Without another word, he left the bathroom.

Jared settles down on the couch, searching his bag once more for the make-up before realizing he left his make-up bag in his car. "Hey Morgan, I'm going to go out to my car for a second. I just have to grab the make-up really quick." Jared called.

"Alright, I'll keep the door unlocked for you." he shouted back.

"Thanks." Jared said as he walked out of the hotel room.

Once Jared left, Morgan made his way to the bathroom, his headphones blasting some rap song in his ears. He opened the door, just in time to see a very wet Reid stepping out of the bathroom. "Oh my god!" Morgan yelled when he saw his friend. Reid immediately searched around for something to cover himself up with before settling for the shower curtain itself.

"You could've knocked!" Reid hissed.

"Right, sorry man. He slammed the door shut and sat on the couch, blushing. He had seen Reid's scars before, but he had never seen all of them. In fact, he found it odd that the marks seemed to be everywhere on his body. Reid had said that his clothes hadn't been taken off. Reid's clothes had either been ripped or he was lying to him. Not wanting to consider the first option, he opted for the second one and left it at that.

Reid pulled a towel around his waist and found another one to shake his hair dry with. He tried to gather his thoughts and calm down a little. After a few minutes of just sitting on the bathroom floor, he decided trying to calm down was useless. Opting to give up on his attempts, he stood up and got dressed. Then, he propped the door open and Jared came in.

"Hey, what's up with Morgan?" he asked as he closed the door. The bathroom was small, and when the door was opened, it took up half of the bathroom since it couldn't open all the way. Jared kept the door shut so he could stand behind it while he worked on Reid's hair.

"Oh, he-uh, walked in on me." Reid stammered.

"When you were in the shower?"

"When I was getting out of the shower."

"Yikes." Jared replied before turning back to the hair dye. Deciding Reid wasn't in the mood to talk about what had happened, he moved back to Reid's hair...

About an hour later, Reid came out with black hair and pin-straight hair. Reid could tell Morgan was about to comment on the hair color, but Reid stopped him. "Let's focus on the case for once." he muttered. With that, Morgan, Reid, and Jared walked to the BAU's SUV, ready to head off to the station...

The rest of the BAU team were ready to comment on Reid's hair, but they immediately stopped themselves when they saw the upset look on Reid's face. Apparently, something had gone wrong and upset Reid. They were all curious about what had happened, but they knew now wasn't the time to ask questions.

"You two ready to 'work it'?" Jared asked teasingly.

"Yeah, sure." Reid muttered before pushing him aside and taking his spot around the table.

"Reid, Morgan- you two are going to be working on training with Jared at another bar while the rest of the team starts circulating the profile. Is that okay?" Hotch asked. He wanted to make sure the agents were okay with missing out on so much of the profiling, knowing that neither of them were too happy about the situation.

"No complaints here." Morgan mumbled.

"That's fine, Hotch." Reid said.

"Good. We're going to split up and meet back here at five. We'll discuss the progress we've made over dinner and decide where to go from there." Hotch nodded dismissively, and the BAU team split up...

Reid quickly changed at the bar. With Jared's supervision, he put on the make-up successfully, but there was a certain edge to Reid's actions that made Jared aware that he was upset about something. He wanted to comment, but he knew that Reid needed time for himself. Once Reid was dressed up as Jasper, he parted ways with him. Jared took a spot in the back of the bar with a cop at his side. They both watched as Reid made his way onto the stage.

'Jasper' swung his body around the pole, convincingly waiting for Morgan to appear. A few minutes later, Morgan showed up with a cocky smile on his face.

"Hey Pretty Boy." he started. "Got a name?"

"Jasper." Reid smiled back. "Get up here."

"My pleasure." Morgan put his hands on the pole as Reid swung his body closer to Morgan, whose hands flew to his sides and worked their way down to his waist. He let out a moan as Reid moved around the floor seductively. Reid ran his hand down Morgan's chest as Morgan swung himself around to Reid's other side. Reid surprised him, though, and moved back toward Morgan. Seeming pleased, Morgan's smile grew. "My, aren't you beautiful?"

Reid gulped. Morgan hadn't said that final sentence playfully or flirting. He said it like it was true, as if he actually thought he was beautiful. "That's a new one." Reid whispered, his long, mascaraed eyelashes batting, making him look more innocent and more attractive. Before he knew what he was doing, his lips were on Reid's, passionately and greedily taking control of the younger man. Reid tried not to whimper as the man kissed him. Instead, he ended up embracing the kiss. About half a minute later, Morgan finally let go. When Morgan stopped, Reid smiled innocently and starting around the pole again. After a few rounds around the pole, they stopped. Reid leaned closer to Morgan, letting him wrap his hands around him, engulfing his small figure. "How about we take off, head over to my room?"

"Of course." Morgan whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Reid's head. He found himself smelling Reid's hair, taking in his intoxicating scent. His head moved down nuzzling Reid's neck. Reid, seeming just as distracted as Morgan, lead his partner to the dummy hotel room on the floor above them. The club they would be stripping at had a hotel above it, so they had rented a hotel room for an hour at their current bar to see how smoothly they could 'disappear.' Once Morgan shut the door behind them, Reid turned around to face Morgan. He was going to make a comment, but Reid lunged forward and attacked Morgan's lips with his own, pushing Morgan against the door. After a few minutes, Morgan grabbed hold of Reid's wrists and pushed him onto the bed. He let the smaller man curl on top of him, cuddling closer until his head was buried in his now bare chest. As much as Morgan wanted to jump Reid right then and there, he knew he couldn't. Reid wasn't ready- he wasn't ready.

So Morgan and Reid laid together on the bed, waiting for the call saying that it was safe for them to leave. Morgan placed a gentle kiss on Reid's forehead as he nuzzled closer, his eyes fighting to stay open. Before he knew it, Reid was asleep...

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