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carolinecrane) wrote2010-10-28 03:55 pm
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Fic: Zeroes and Ones 13/? (Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, NC17)
Title: Zeroes and Ones 13/?
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Rating: NC17
Summary: AU. This diverges from canon directly after 4x01. When Derek's offered the job heading up the NYC field office, he takes it for the good of his career. He expects to leave the BAU and everyone he knew in Virginia behind, but some people are easier to let go of than others.
A/N: Someday I will catch up on comments! But for right now I am just trying to write up a storm.
In the morning Derek walked Spencer to the subway that would take him to Columbia. When they reached the break in the stairs that would lead them to different platforms Derek gripped his elbow and steered him out of the crush of commuter traffic, looking him up and down one last time. It felt a little like the first morning of a new relationship, like nothing would be more natural than to lean forward and kiss Spencer goodbye.
But Derek knew better, so instead he straightened Spencer's jacket and laughed at Spencer's mop of hair. "You know, they're going to think you're some slacker grad student with that look you've got going on."
Spencer made a face at him and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back behind his ears and shifting his bag a little further up on his shoulder. "Academics aren't really the suit and tie sort. I'm sure I'll be fine."
"I'm sure you will," Derek said, his smile fading a little as he watched Spencer fidget. Spencer was usually a little twitchy, but it seemed worse than usual today. "Listen, if you finish early, give me a call and I'll meet you."
He handed Spencer a subway map and a Metropass and ignored his protests about the university reimbursing him for travel, then sent him down the stairs to the platform. There was no good reason to hover like somebody's mom; Spencer was a grown man, and he'd been taking care of himself for a long time. That didn't mean he was all that good at it, though, and no matter how many times he insisted he didn't need to take cabs everywhere, Derek couldn't help worrying that he was going to get off at the wrong stop and end up lost somewhere in The Bronx.
Not that he was about to say any of that to Spencer. He'd already earned multiple glares just for suggesting that maybe Spencer would be more comfortable in a cab, and since the university was footing the bill, what did it really matter? That got him a lecture about the rising cost of college tuition in the United States, which somehow turned into a lesson on the Physics of the ripple effect, if Derek was following at all, though Spencer could have been talking about his Philosophy dissertation for all Derek knew.
He grinned at the memory of Spencer's rapid-fire monologue, hands waving around in front of him like every other nut job on the commuter train. It made him want to pin a note to the front of Spencer's coat with his name and phone number on it, just in case somebody got spooked and called the cops. Then again, Spencer didn't make a habit talking to himself when there was no one around to answer, at least as far as Derek knew, so the rest of the commuters would probably just catch the absent-minded professor vibe he was throwing off and assume he was headed to campus to break about two hundred undergrad hearts.
Derek figured that probably wasn't too far from the truth; Spencer would never notice, but Derek had seen girls look twice more than once, smiling like he was an especially cute puppy they wanted to take home. Hell, he'd seen guys give Spencer that same look, and he couldn't even blame any of them. So he was bound to leave a few disappointed coeds behind after his symposium, and Derek wasn't sure if it was sad or just really cute that Spencer would never even know.
When the train pulled into his station he let the crowd carry him out, filing up the stairs with the rest of the commuters and out onto the sidewalk. Lower Manhattan was pretty much a sea of suits and ties every morning, and Derek swallowed a sigh and thought of ugly wool coats and long hair as he stopped to pick up a cup of coffee on the way into the office.
Thinking about Spencer's hair was dangerous, though, because Derek was pretty sure he could imagine what it would feel like wrapped around his fingers. And Spencer might even let him, let Derek pull his head back and mouth his way along that pale neck, because Spencer trusted him. Which was the whole problem, Derek reminded himself. He scowled and pulled open the door to the Federal Building, taking off his gun and watch and tossing them on the belt before he flashed his I.D. at security.
Once he was through the metal detectors he headed for the bank of elevators that would take him to the 23rd floor. He nodded a good morning to the other federal employees who boarded the elevator with him, then he found a spot against the back wall and reached into his pocket for his phone. There was a message alert blinking at him, and he grinned and flipped his phone open.
Garcia says you live two blocks from the best pizza on the planet. I told her that was a subjective statement but she seemed adamant.
Guess we better not disappoint her then. Pizza and a movie sound good to you?
Derek flipped his phone shut as the elevator stopped at his floor. He stepped into the hallway and looked around, taking in the bustle of agents moving around in the office and bracing himself for a long day of directing traffic and fielding calls from Quantico. He was halfway to his office when his phone beeped again, but he waited until he'd picked up his messages and set his coffee down on his desk before he read it.
It's the only offer I've had so far, so I guess so.
Derek shook his head, trying and failing to fight what he was sure was a pretty stupid grin. He didn't really want any of his team to see him grinning at his cell phone like...well, like a teenager with a crush. But the fact was, he was almost sure Spencer was flirting with him.
Just let me know if you get a better offer, Pretty Boy. Plenty of coeds around, I bet they're batting their eyelashes already.
His phone beeped again almost immediately, and when Derek flipped it open and read Spencer's message his heart thudded to a stop and then started over again in double-time.
I hadn't noticed. See you tonight.
~
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Rating: NC17
Summary: AU. This diverges from canon directly after 4x01. When Derek's offered the job heading up the NYC field office, he takes it for the good of his career. He expects to leave the BAU and everyone he knew in Virginia behind, but some people are easier to let go of than others.
A/N: Someday I will catch up on comments! But for right now I am just trying to write up a storm.
In the morning Derek walked Spencer to the subway that would take him to Columbia. When they reached the break in the stairs that would lead them to different platforms Derek gripped his elbow and steered him out of the crush of commuter traffic, looking him up and down one last time. It felt a little like the first morning of a new relationship, like nothing would be more natural than to lean forward and kiss Spencer goodbye.
But Derek knew better, so instead he straightened Spencer's jacket and laughed at Spencer's mop of hair. "You know, they're going to think you're some slacker grad student with that look you've got going on."
Spencer made a face at him and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back behind his ears and shifting his bag a little further up on his shoulder. "Academics aren't really the suit and tie sort. I'm sure I'll be fine."
"I'm sure you will," Derek said, his smile fading a little as he watched Spencer fidget. Spencer was usually a little twitchy, but it seemed worse than usual today. "Listen, if you finish early, give me a call and I'll meet you."
He handed Spencer a subway map and a Metropass and ignored his protests about the university reimbursing him for travel, then sent him down the stairs to the platform. There was no good reason to hover like somebody's mom; Spencer was a grown man, and he'd been taking care of himself for a long time. That didn't mean he was all that good at it, though, and no matter how many times he insisted he didn't need to take cabs everywhere, Derek couldn't help worrying that he was going to get off at the wrong stop and end up lost somewhere in The Bronx.
Not that he was about to say any of that to Spencer. He'd already earned multiple glares just for suggesting that maybe Spencer would be more comfortable in a cab, and since the university was footing the bill, what did it really matter? That got him a lecture about the rising cost of college tuition in the United States, which somehow turned into a lesson on the Physics of the ripple effect, if Derek was following at all, though Spencer could have been talking about his Philosophy dissertation for all Derek knew.
He grinned at the memory of Spencer's rapid-fire monologue, hands waving around in front of him like every other nut job on the commuter train. It made him want to pin a note to the front of Spencer's coat with his name and phone number on it, just in case somebody got spooked and called the cops. Then again, Spencer didn't make a habit talking to himself when there was no one around to answer, at least as far as Derek knew, so the rest of the commuters would probably just catch the absent-minded professor vibe he was throwing off and assume he was headed to campus to break about two hundred undergrad hearts.
Derek figured that probably wasn't too far from the truth; Spencer would never notice, but Derek had seen girls look twice more than once, smiling like he was an especially cute puppy they wanted to take home. Hell, he'd seen guys give Spencer that same look, and he couldn't even blame any of them. So he was bound to leave a few disappointed coeds behind after his symposium, and Derek wasn't sure if it was sad or just really cute that Spencer would never even know.
When the train pulled into his station he let the crowd carry him out, filing up the stairs with the rest of the commuters and out onto the sidewalk. Lower Manhattan was pretty much a sea of suits and ties every morning, and Derek swallowed a sigh and thought of ugly wool coats and long hair as he stopped to pick up a cup of coffee on the way into the office.
Thinking about Spencer's hair was dangerous, though, because Derek was pretty sure he could imagine what it would feel like wrapped around his fingers. And Spencer might even let him, let Derek pull his head back and mouth his way along that pale neck, because Spencer trusted him. Which was the whole problem, Derek reminded himself. He scowled and pulled open the door to the Federal Building, taking off his gun and watch and tossing them on the belt before he flashed his I.D. at security.
Once he was through the metal detectors he headed for the bank of elevators that would take him to the 23rd floor. He nodded a good morning to the other federal employees who boarded the elevator with him, then he found a spot against the back wall and reached into his pocket for his phone. There was a message alert blinking at him, and he grinned and flipped his phone open.
Garcia says you live two blocks from the best pizza on the planet. I told her that was a subjective statement but she seemed adamant.
Guess we better not disappoint her then. Pizza and a movie sound good to you?
Derek flipped his phone shut as the elevator stopped at his floor. He stepped into the hallway and looked around, taking in the bustle of agents moving around in the office and bracing himself for a long day of directing traffic and fielding calls from Quantico. He was halfway to his office when his phone beeped again, but he waited until he'd picked up his messages and set his coffee down on his desk before he read it.
It's the only offer I've had so far, so I guess so.
Derek shook his head, trying and failing to fight what he was sure was a pretty stupid grin. He didn't really want any of his team to see him grinning at his cell phone like...well, like a teenager with a crush. But the fact was, he was almost sure Spencer was flirting with him.
Just let me know if you get a better offer, Pretty Boy. Plenty of coeds around, I bet they're batting their eyelashes already.
His phone beeped again almost immediately, and when Derek flipped it open and read Spencer's message his heart thudded to a stop and then started over again in double-time.
I hadn't noticed. See you tonight.
~