Fic: The World Alone (1/1 Criminal Minds)
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thefroggTitle: The World Alone
Series: Of Innocence and Empathy
Author: Frogg
Beta: none
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Challenge: 50episodes – Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Table: 2
Prompt: 20. Fight
Word Count: 785
Author’s Note: The World Alone and its immediate sequel, Flawed Logic, originally were planned to occur before the four stories To Let the World Rest, A Waking World, Compassionate Curiosity, and Empathic Adaptations. Due to how Empathic Adaptations turned out, The World Alone and Flawed Logic now occur shortly after Empathic Adaptations. My apologies for the confusion.
Paperwork, the bane of my existance, Morgan thought to himself as he pushed yet another finished form and set it aside, then the pen, and shook his hand. I'd rather be out doing something.
'But then people have to die,' his conscience whispered back.
They already are dying, and I'm stuck here filling out forms! Giving up, he turned in his chair, letting go the focus he'd locked himself into to get the job done.
The office was relatively quiet; the constant hum of typing, crunching computers, scratching pens and rustling paper droned on, like any other office. Hotch and Gideon were both visible in Gideon's office through the window, the door closed. Neither JJ nor Emily were in sight, probably in the break room, JJ's office, or with Garcia in her bunker. Reid, on the other hand, was staring at the file folder in his lap, frustration and sadness in his posture, in his expression.
"Reid?"
Reid jerked back in his chair, startled, and had to struggle to keep the folder from spilling all over the floor. Blushing and breathing hard, he finally turned wide eyes to Morgan, his expression puzzled.
"Big think?"
Seeming unwilling to meet his eyes then, Reid shrugged, concentrating instead on straightening the file, then tossing it back on the desk.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. Embarrassing, personal, or...me, he decided. "Want to talk about it? The conference room should be free," he added as Reid glanced around the room.
Reid took in a shuddering breath, then nodded.
Once inside, Morgan shut the door behind him, leaning back against it as Reid slowly paced around the table, gingerly rubbing the edge, running his hands over the backs of the chairs. Patience, he told himself.
Finally, Reid looked up, pinning him with a sad, forlorn stare. "Are, are you ever g-going to forgive him?" he asked, voice thin and cracking.
Morgan blinked. "What?"
"Hotch. For, for d-digging, for--"
"Wait a minute, Reid, Hotch and I aren't fighting."
"You're not b-being friends, either. He k-keeps waiting for y-you to t-tell him it's, it's okay, or something, I, I d-don't know," he ended on a whisper, hugging his arms to him.
Pushing off the door with a huge sigh, Morgan rubbed the back of his head with one hand. "Reid, it's between Hotch and me, and--"
"It's not! It's not!" Reid broke in, upset. "It's hurting you, and him, and affecting the rest of the team! How are we supposed to keep working when the two of you can't be more than civil to each other?"
Morgan had heard Reid lose his stutter before, in lecture-mode, or angry, but that anger had never been directed at him before. He didn't like it. "That's my choice," Morgan rumbled back, his own anger piqued.
"And what choice did he have? It was either leave you to be framed for three murders, or help you frame Rodney Harris, or find out the truth."
"I didn't want him to know the truth!" Anger. Rage. Self-loathing.
Fear.
"Don't you think he knows that? Don't you think we all know that? Hotch's father beat the living daylights out of him! You think it's any easier for him, to find out that you had to suffer and him be forced to use it to defend you?!"
"He should have done as I asked!" Desperation.
"No." Reid paused, glaring, gulping in air. "No, he shouldn't have. To leave you in prison? Is that anything a friend would do? Would a friend help you frame someone else?" Step by step, Reid came closer.
Unaccountably, Morgan found himself backing up, until he felt the wood of the door against his back again.
"Have we really treated you all that differently since?"
Cornered, Morgan trembled, unable to answer the understanding in Reid's voice, in his eyes. Understanding he didn't want to know the cause of. Too close to knowing, he closed his eyes against it, shrinking back into himself.
"Morgan?"
A gentle hand touched his neck, brushing down below his ear to his shoulder.
"It's over, Morgan."
Soothing. Comforting.
The same gifts they offered each other in the dark of night, in waking nightmares on the road.
"It's over," Reid said again.
Morgan had the feeling he'd keep repeating those two words.
"It's over."
Need welled up, uncaring of their location, that the rest of the team could barge in -- not with both of them pressed up against the door -- for another case, that a dozen other possibilities existed for interruption, or lack of privacy. Unable to stop himself, Morgan reached out, dragging Reid more fully against him, burying his face in Reid's pale, pale throat as he shuddered.
"It's over."
~~~the end~~~
Series: Of Innocence and Empathy
Author: Frogg
Beta: none
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Challenge: 50episodes – Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Table: 2
Prompt: 20. Fight
Word Count: 785
Author’s Note: The World Alone and its immediate sequel, Flawed Logic, originally were planned to occur before the four stories To Let the World Rest, A Waking World, Compassionate Curiosity, and Empathic Adaptations. Due to how Empathic Adaptations turned out, The World Alone and Flawed Logic now occur shortly after Empathic Adaptations. My apologies for the confusion.
Paperwork, the bane of my existance, Morgan thought to himself as he pushed yet another finished form and set it aside, then the pen, and shook his hand. I'd rather be out doing something.
'But then people have to die,' his conscience whispered back.
They already are dying, and I'm stuck here filling out forms! Giving up, he turned in his chair, letting go the focus he'd locked himself into to get the job done.
The office was relatively quiet; the constant hum of typing, crunching computers, scratching pens and rustling paper droned on, like any other office. Hotch and Gideon were both visible in Gideon's office through the window, the door closed. Neither JJ nor Emily were in sight, probably in the break room, JJ's office, or with Garcia in her bunker. Reid, on the other hand, was staring at the file folder in his lap, frustration and sadness in his posture, in his expression.
"Reid?"
Reid jerked back in his chair, startled, and had to struggle to keep the folder from spilling all over the floor. Blushing and breathing hard, he finally turned wide eyes to Morgan, his expression puzzled.
"Big think?"
Seeming unwilling to meet his eyes then, Reid shrugged, concentrating instead on straightening the file, then tossing it back on the desk.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. Embarrassing, personal, or...me, he decided. "Want to talk about it? The conference room should be free," he added as Reid glanced around the room.
Reid took in a shuddering breath, then nodded.
Once inside, Morgan shut the door behind him, leaning back against it as Reid slowly paced around the table, gingerly rubbing the edge, running his hands over the backs of the chairs. Patience, he told himself.
Finally, Reid looked up, pinning him with a sad, forlorn stare. "Are, are you ever g-going to forgive him?" he asked, voice thin and cracking.
Morgan blinked. "What?"
"Hotch. For, for d-digging, for--"
"Wait a minute, Reid, Hotch and I aren't fighting."
"You're not b-being friends, either. He k-keeps waiting for y-you to t-tell him it's, it's okay, or something, I, I d-don't know," he ended on a whisper, hugging his arms to him.
Pushing off the door with a huge sigh, Morgan rubbed the back of his head with one hand. "Reid, it's between Hotch and me, and--"
"It's not! It's not!" Reid broke in, upset. "It's hurting you, and him, and affecting the rest of the team! How are we supposed to keep working when the two of you can't be more than civil to each other?"
Morgan had heard Reid lose his stutter before, in lecture-mode, or angry, but that anger had never been directed at him before. He didn't like it. "That's my choice," Morgan rumbled back, his own anger piqued.
"And what choice did he have? It was either leave you to be framed for three murders, or help you frame Rodney Harris, or find out the truth."
"I didn't want him to know the truth!" Anger. Rage. Self-loathing.
Fear.
"Don't you think he knows that? Don't you think we all know that? Hotch's father beat the living daylights out of him! You think it's any easier for him, to find out that you had to suffer and him be forced to use it to defend you?!"
"He should have done as I asked!" Desperation.
"No." Reid paused, glaring, gulping in air. "No, he shouldn't have. To leave you in prison? Is that anything a friend would do? Would a friend help you frame someone else?" Step by step, Reid came closer.
Unaccountably, Morgan found himself backing up, until he felt the wood of the door against his back again.
"Have we really treated you all that differently since?"
Cornered, Morgan trembled, unable to answer the understanding in Reid's voice, in his eyes. Understanding he didn't want to know the cause of. Too close to knowing, he closed his eyes against it, shrinking back into himself.
"Morgan?"
A gentle hand touched his neck, brushing down below his ear to his shoulder.
"It's over, Morgan."
Soothing. Comforting.
The same gifts they offered each other in the dark of night, in waking nightmares on the road.
"It's over," Reid said again.
Morgan had the feeling he'd keep repeating those two words.
"It's over."
Need welled up, uncaring of their location, that the rest of the team could barge in -- not with both of them pressed up against the door -- for another case, that a dozen other possibilities existed for interruption, or lack of privacy. Unable to stop himself, Morgan reached out, dragging Reid more fully against him, burying his face in Reid's pale, pale throat as he shuddered.
"It's over."
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Date: 2007-06-26 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-26 06:13 pm (UTC)Longer?! I write what my muse tells me!
While I agree that there should be more to A Logical Constant in the form of what, exactly, Reid did write, I think most of the ficlets would lose some or much of their impact if I let them drag on longer.
Besides, it's much more satisfying all around for me to be able to sit down, write a ficlet like this, and finish and post it the same day, instead of writing the first three chapters of some huge epic and then abandoning it.:P
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Date: 2007-06-26 07:54 pm (UTC)I am more inclined to write long stories, some of which exceed two hundred pages. But it takes as much skill to tell a tale in one page as it does to tell it in book length. Keep writing your little gems. :)
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Date: 2007-06-26 10:03 pm (UTC)I wish I had the sticktoitiveness to write novel-length fic. I could actually write the novel I've had simmering in the back of my head for the last few years.
So these 'little gems' will have to suffice.
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Date: 2007-06-26 07:05 pm (UTC)As usual, excellent work. Can't wait for more!
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Date: 2007-06-26 07:29 pm (UTC)Although, I do kinda wonder about the whole 'hands off' approach the rest of the team has when it comes to Morgan and what he has to be going through after Profiler, Profiled...
Thanks! I'm trying...
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:36 am (UTC)Now I'm trying to decide if Morgan's man enough to break down in front of Hotch.::crosses her eyes::
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