Author's Note: Good evening, everyone. One unfortunate reality about many long running TV shows is that sometimes they peak in earlier seasons and in its later years, it's on just to be on with only a roll of the dice to keep it on air. I am more than happy to say that Criminal Minds has yet to succumb to that. These last two episodes have been on point. I adored how they resolved the loose end of Carl Buford (not to mention Garcia's causal mention of being Mama Morgan's future daughter-in-law) and I said it last season, Shemar Moore needs a goddamned Emmy. Seriously. I was a little leery at the promos for the Time Capsule small town murders but the way they did it, the plot twists they used, especially with the revelation of the UnSub motivating rape not being a rape at all…yes. CM is fiercer than ever and I'm looking forward to what TPTB are gonna do next.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"Holy shit…"
"The date went well. Very well."
The look of big brother pride mixed with horror on Morgan's face made him grin madly. The love bites from Emily had deepened in color and were pleasantly warm. They were able to be covered by clothing and his hair but certain movements, like reaching for free weights exposed the ones on his uppermost neck and behind his ear.
"Wow…I…I need a minute."
"Because I'm the one walking around with hickies or because you know exactly who did it?" he inquired while starting a set of right arm curls.
"Both. Prentiss doesn't strike me as the type to…well, I guess she is but I didn't think you…"
"Up until very recently, you didn't think I had sex at all, much less the kind to prompt her biting me like I'm her favorite dessert."
"Do not make me throw up on you." Morgan threatened flatly before resuming his work on the speed bag.
Reid shrugged and switched arms, using the large mirrored wall in front of him to check his form. He had on a black Champion athletic turtleneck, forest green basketball shorts, white flexible knee braces, mismatched red and white gym socks, and a recently bought pair of rainbow colored running shoes. Working out was a part of his routine: cardio, swimming, and now weight training. Morgan had invited him to his gym, a basement boxing one that looked straight out of the movies, and he had accepted. One good thing that had come from his addiction was a deeper appreciation of the people in his life, especially his teammates. In return, the rest of the BAU plus Garcia made it a point to try to engage him socially, inviting him to hang out or go out. He made a point to seek them out for conversations unrelated to work and in response, they did the same. Reciprocity. Acceptance.
It felt good.