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Prompt 58: Dinner

Title: Dinner

Author: Fireness

Beta: yehwellwhatever

Characters (Pairings): Morgan and Reid (M/R-ish)
Rating: FR-10?

Warning(s): AU-ish, pre-series.  Not a happy fic.

Spoilers: None

Summary: “Why did you invite me to dinner?”

Word Count: 1090 (Oops)

Author’s Notes: It didn't seem to warrant a happy ending.  Sorry to those of you looking for sappy-happy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

Prompt 58: Dinner (Morgan/Reid)


Reid cast a nervous eye over the table.  “I thought you said this wasn’t going to be anything special.”


“Yeah, well, I lied.”  As he pops the cork off the wine.  Pricey wine at that.  Lied, indeed.


“Why did you invite me to dinner?” he blurted out, as though it was something he had been dying to ask and couldn’t resist anymore.  Knowing him, it probably was.


Morgan shrugged.  “Felt like we should celebrate.”


“Celebrate?”  Damn it, why did his voice have to squeak like that; just for once couldn’t he come across as a mature adult around Morgan?


“Sure, why not?”  He glanced at the young man who is bobbing nervously just inside his field of vision.  “Sit down, the chair won’t eat you.  Don’t tell me a genius like you forgot what today is.”


Ever obedient, he complied.  “June sixteenth, 2004 AD.”  Pause.  “Or if you’d rather, according to the Hebrew calendar, it’s the twenty-seventh day of the month Sivan, year…5764, I believe.  Or in the Chinese-“


“Whoa, whoa, easy there, kid.”  He chuckled.  “I guess I asked for that, didn’t I?  Okay, it’s the 16th of June….Does that not ring any bells for you?”


Playing with his blunt butter knife, he decided to take a stab at it.  “If you’re trying to celebrate the day I joined the BAU, you’re off by about a week.  And shouldn’t you have invited the rest of the team as well?”


Morgan set a plate of delicious-looking lasagna in front of his coworker.  “Ah, but I was out sick with the flu on the day you joined, wasn’t I?”


“Right.  You didn’t get back to work until, what was it…?”


“Four days later, if I remember correctly.”


Realization dawning.  “On the sixteenth.”


That gorgeously devastating smile.  “Knew you’d catch on quick enough.  That’s why they call you a genius.”


“Well, that and because I have an ei-“


Morgan held up a hand.  “I know.  Believe me, I know.”  Still smiling.


Reid ducked his head, blushing.  “Sorry.”  Unsure of what to say next, he scooped some oven-hot pasta into his mouth.  Seconds later, his hand flew to his mouth, barely managing to keep his instinctive reflexes from spewing the food back out onto his plate.


“You okay there, kid?  My cooking can’t be that bad – it came from a frozen package.”


“I-“  He swallowed.  “I burned my tongue.”  He wondered vaguely if the blush on his cheeks will become permanent, or perhaps he can pass it off on the heat of the food.


“You need anything?”  That gentle, brotherly concern that got to Reid every damn time… The younger man mentally shook himself to keep his body and emotions from melting into a pile of oozing, mushy goo.


“No” and his voice didn’t tremble as badly as he thought it would, thank god.


They resumed eating – well, Morgan did, at any rate.  Reid distractedly pushed his lasagna around his plate, not taking a bite.  There was something more going on than a simple celebration, and they both knew it.  And Reid got the sneaking sensation that Morgan was dragging it out just to tormenting, waiting to see how long it would take before the younger man would be unable to contain himself.  Well, Reid wouldn’t play his game.  He simply would not.  He was quite above that, thank you very much, and no amount of curiosity could shake his resolve and make him swallow his pride-


“Why did you invite me here?”  Again, without warning, but this time with a force akin to that of a fire hose.


To his credit, the look Morgan gave his coworker is perfectly blank, unreadable.  “I told you-”


But two were playing the game now, and Spencer Reid always played to win.  “I know what you told me, and now I’d like the truth, please.”  He could barely look the older man in his eyes, but the command behind the words was unmistakable.  This was the first time Morgan had seen this side of the timid young genius, and he knew at once that it was a side he would like very much to keep hidden as much as possible.  Game up – you lose, Derek.


He took a sip of his wine to steady himself.  “I needed to talk to you.  Alone.”




“Don’t even.  Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been avoiding me since what happened in San Antonio.”


He should have know it all along.  “What happened in San Antonio was a complete-”



“Complete mistake, and you and I both know it!”  Breath rapid, voice raised; he never should have agreed to this dinner, should have told Morgan to leave well enough alone.


“Y’know, for a genius, you’re not very smart, are you?”


“You can’t possibly think that this-” he gestured desperately between the two of them- “could possibly work.”


“Why not?”


“Why… why not?”  Incredulous.  “I can’t believe I’m actually hearing this coming out of your mouth!”


“You don’t have an answer, do you?”  Coolly, thinking he had won.


Reid couldn’t handle his calm defense, his quiet assuredness.  He needed to get away – quickly.  He needed to find some place where he could be alone with his thoughts, think it out, always thinking except when it really mattered.  It was his non-thinking that had gotten him into this mess in the first place, and he just needed to apply his 187 IQ-brain, because that’s who he was, and he would be able to solve this problem, logically.  Without his inane, irrelevant (or so Reid wanted to convince himself) arguments. 


He stood up; Morgan made no move to stop him.  “I have to go,” he could hear himself saying, almost mechanically.


“You sure?”  How could he always remain so calm?


“Yeah.  Yeah, I’m sure.”


As the young man lets himself out of the apartment, Morgan doesn’t allow himself to try to stop him; he doesn’t allow himself to make all the fresh arguments he had prepared to convince his colleague.  He doesn’t let himself stare mournfully at the wasted food.  He doesn’t permit himself to bang his clenched fist against the hardwood table in frustration at his own ineptitude.  And he certainly doesn’t let himself call up the kid’s cell phone and leave a message Hey Reid, gimme a call when you’re ready to talk like some idiot adolescent desperate to keep his first girlfriend.


Derek Morgan does not allow himself to acknowledge doing these things because that would be admitting just how head over heels he had fallen for the boy-genius.




( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 19th, 2008 01:42 am (UTC)
I just wanna take Morgan in my arms and hug him real tight and kiss him on the top of his cheek. Even though I didn't read the ending while doing the beta, I stand by what I said: I demand a sequel! You cannot end it like that. And preferably a prequel too. I have a pretty good image in my mind, but I want it in words *giggles*
Jan. 19th, 2008 01:43 am (UTC)
Relentless! Well, we'll see if my schoolwork will allow me to actually do any more writing in the near future. ^-^
Jan. 19th, 2008 02:17 am (UTC)
*smirks* You know me.

I've always been of the philosophy that sleep is overrated... *angelface*
Jan. 19th, 2008 06:27 am (UTC)
*hugs Morgan*
Jan. 19th, 2008 01:48 pm (UTC)
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Jan. 19th, 2008 10:46 pm (UTC)
Criminal Minds is such a great show, isn't it? And Morgan/Reid is my ultimate favourite pairing of the show. <3
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Jan. 19th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC)
NCIS is my second fave...never really got into the CSIs, but I love L&O: SVU (or at least I used to...haven't watched recent seasons).

Reid is like the single most paired person in the entire show, but that's okay because he's so damn cute. I just don't understand why people insist on pairing him with Hotch. =\
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Jan. 19th, 2008 11:37 pm (UTC)
Gibbs/Tony is definitely cute, but I don't really ship it. Season 4 was pretty bad......I mean Jimmy Palmer/Michelle Lee?? Seriously????

Apparently the Hotch/Reid came from 1x6 LDSK..... IMHO, Hotch is way too straight to be slashed...except maybe with Gideon.
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Jan. 22nd, 2008 02:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reviewing!
Jan. 23rd, 2008 03:04 am (UTC)
I agree that this fic DEMANDS a sequel. Morgan isn't just looking for sex, he wants a relationship. That has to be worth another shot. Oh pretty please???? With nekkid Morgan and Spencer on top????? *pouts*
Jan. 23rd, 2008 03:21 am (UTC)
Haha, I'll see what I can do in between schoolwork and icon-making. XP
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