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carolinecrane) wrote2010-11-08 09:04 pm
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Fic: Zeroes and Ones 19/? (Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, NC17)
Title: Zeroes and Ones 19/?
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: I'm sorry for the delay in posting this. And I'm sorry for Friday altogether. It was CrazyTimes at work and I just didn't have the time. I will try tocare less about my job be better in future.
They never did get around to dinner the night before, so Derek justified calling the office the next morning and telling them he was going to be late by reminding himself that he owed Spencer a decent meal. What he wanted to do was blow off work entirely and spend the whole day in bed with Spencer, cell phones off and land line ripped out of the damn wall if it came down to it, just so there would be no interruptions.
But they both knew that wasn't possible, so he settled for sitting across a table from Spencer in a crowded diner, grinning over his coffee cup while he watched Spencer wolf down pancakes and sausage. He wasn't sure how long he'd been watching when Spencer finally looked up from his breakfast, blushing and reaching for his coffee. "What?"
"What'd you mean last night, when you said it's not Hotch's decision?" Derek asked, and until he said the words he didn't even know he'd been thinking about it.
Spencer shrugged and swallowed the last of his coffee, glancing around for their waitress and frowning when he didn't spot her through the crowd. "I meant that he's my boss, not my father. And even if he were my father, I'm an adult. He can't make decisions for me."
For a few seconds Derek just stared at Spencer's profile, watching him search for their waitress, or maybe just the nearest employee with a coffee pot. When he finally spotted someone and flagged them down he held out his cup, sighing like he'd been waiting hours instead of just a couple minutes for a refill.
"Did you really just compare Hotch to your dad?"
"No," Spencer answered, still not looking at Derek because he was too busy stirring half a dozen sugar packets into his coffee. "I compared him to a father. I can't compare him to my father. I don't know my father."
Derek knew Spencer wasn't close to his dad, mostly because he never mentioned the guy. He'd asked once, after Spencer was sort of forced to introduce the team to his mother, mostly because he wondered if maybe Spencer's father had died like Derek's. But he'd just said that his father left when he was a kid and changed the subject, and Derek hadn't pushed it. It was none of his business, he told himself at the time, and anyway it was pretty obvious Spencer didn't want to talk about it.
This was the first time he'd ever brought up his father voluntarily, and Derek didn't know if it was because their relationship had changed so much in the past twelve hours or if he was just trying to make a point. "When's the last time you talked to your dad, anyway?"
"When he left me and my mother," Spencer answered, finally looking up to frown at Derek. "I thought we were talking about Hotch."
"Actually we were talking about you. You change your flight yet?"
"While you were walking the dog." Spencer lifted his coffee cup and drained half its contents, then he set it down and glanced over at Derek's plate. "Are you going to finish that?"
Derek looked down at the bacon abandoned on the side of his plate, reminding himself about saturated fats and the amount of work he put into staying in shape before he slid it across the table to Spencer.
"That's a hell of an appetite you've got all of a sudden," Derek said, catching himself just before he added a 'kid' onto the end of the sentence. "Since when do you even eat breakfast? I thought in your world the first meal of the day consisted of six cups of bad government-issue coffee."
"It's the increase in physical activity," Spencer answered, and the way he said it was matter of fact, but Derek watched his cheeks flush as he focused his attention on dragging a piece of bacon through the remains of maple syrup on his plate. "Plus, we skipped dinner."
"Yeah, well, you better eat a good lunch, then, because I intend to wear you out tonight," Derek said, just to watch him blush even harder. He watched Spencer's eyes go wide, grinning and taking another sip of coffee. "So when's your new flight?"
"Sunday afternoon. 3:25."
It was earlier than Derek hoped for, but he wasn't going to argue about it. Spencer was giving him a whole extra day when it would have been just as easy for him to make up some excuse and leave on Saturday morning. But he'd come here...well, Derek wasn't exactly sure why, especially after hearing Spencer say he thought he was the reason Derek left the BAU in the first place. He kept picturing the look on Spencer's face when he said it, that scared little kid expression that reminded Derek every time of just how young he was, even though Spencer wished he could forget.
"Did you really think I left the BAU because of you?"
Spencer shrugged and chewed on the last of Derek's breakfast, looking at him from under his curtain of hair and when Derek spotted a little maple syrup on his chin he reached across the table and wiped it away with his thumb. As soon as Derek made contact Spencer turned into him, eyes closed for a second and he couldn't tell if Spencer was just savoring the contact, or if he was trying to avoid looking at Derek when he answered.
"At first I did. But when you kept asking me to visit I thought I must be wrong. Then you sent that graphic novel back with Garcia, and I knew there was no way you'd do that by accident. Chicago's first serial killer? It was a little obvious."
Derek laughed at that, because yeah, he had a point. But he was a genius, and even if he didn't have much practical experience when it came to the interpersonal stuff, he knew how to read the things people did. "It was either that or the one about Jack the Ripper. Which I've got back at my place, by the way. You can take it home with you, read it on the plane."
"According to you, I might need to sleep on the plane to recuperate from the rest of the week."
And he never would have called it until he saw it with his own eyes, but it turned out Spencer Reid actually knew how to flirt. Sure, it was kind of awkward and maybe to most people it wouldn't even sound like flirting, but Derek knew Spencer better than most, and he knew what it meant when Spencer looked up at him from under those long lashes of his.
"Hey, if you'd rather play tourist, that could be arranged," Derek offered, grinning and dropping his voice until it was kind of husky. "We could run through some of Garcia's list if you want."
"Somehow carriage rides through Central Park and a visit to the Museum of Sex don't really seem like your style."
Spencer was still flirting, but he was blushing again too, and yeah, Garcia had been making fun of Derek's crush when she made that list. The thing she hadn't counted on was Spencer actually getting any of it and assuming that she was making fun of the way Spencer felt about him. Not that Spencer had spelled out how he felt, not in so many words, but Derek got the picture. He was there when Spencer kissed him the first time, after all, and he was there when Spencer tore their clothes off with a total lack of finesse and a hell of a lot of enthusiasm. He was there when Spencer rocked up against him, gasping and murmuring Derek's name into his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin when Spencer came in his hand for the first time.
He was there when Spencer slid an arm around his neck and kissed him slow, his other hand wrapped around Derek's and pressed against his chest like he wasn't planning on letting go. Derek's heart clenched hard in his chest and he reached across the table, fingers sliding across Spencer's knuckles to wrap around his hand.
"I think I can do better than that."
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: I'm sorry for the delay in posting this. And I'm sorry for Friday altogether. It was CrazyTimes at work and I just didn't have the time. I will try to
They never did get around to dinner the night before, so Derek justified calling the office the next morning and telling them he was going to be late by reminding himself that he owed Spencer a decent meal. What he wanted to do was blow off work entirely and spend the whole day in bed with Spencer, cell phones off and land line ripped out of the damn wall if it came down to it, just so there would be no interruptions.
But they both knew that wasn't possible, so he settled for sitting across a table from Spencer in a crowded diner, grinning over his coffee cup while he watched Spencer wolf down pancakes and sausage. He wasn't sure how long he'd been watching when Spencer finally looked up from his breakfast, blushing and reaching for his coffee. "What?"
"What'd you mean last night, when you said it's not Hotch's decision?" Derek asked, and until he said the words he didn't even know he'd been thinking about it.
Spencer shrugged and swallowed the last of his coffee, glancing around for their waitress and frowning when he didn't spot her through the crowd. "I meant that he's my boss, not my father. And even if he were my father, I'm an adult. He can't make decisions for me."
For a few seconds Derek just stared at Spencer's profile, watching him search for their waitress, or maybe just the nearest employee with a coffee pot. When he finally spotted someone and flagged them down he held out his cup, sighing like he'd been waiting hours instead of just a couple minutes for a refill.
"Did you really just compare Hotch to your dad?"
"No," Spencer answered, still not looking at Derek because he was too busy stirring half a dozen sugar packets into his coffee. "I compared him to a father. I can't compare him to my father. I don't know my father."
Derek knew Spencer wasn't close to his dad, mostly because he never mentioned the guy. He'd asked once, after Spencer was sort of forced to introduce the team to his mother, mostly because he wondered if maybe Spencer's father had died like Derek's. But he'd just said that his father left when he was a kid and changed the subject, and Derek hadn't pushed it. It was none of his business, he told himself at the time, and anyway it was pretty obvious Spencer didn't want to talk about it.
This was the first time he'd ever brought up his father voluntarily, and Derek didn't know if it was because their relationship had changed so much in the past twelve hours or if he was just trying to make a point. "When's the last time you talked to your dad, anyway?"
"When he left me and my mother," Spencer answered, finally looking up to frown at Derek. "I thought we were talking about Hotch."
"Actually we were talking about you. You change your flight yet?"
"While you were walking the dog." Spencer lifted his coffee cup and drained half its contents, then he set it down and glanced over at Derek's plate. "Are you going to finish that?"
Derek looked down at the bacon abandoned on the side of his plate, reminding himself about saturated fats and the amount of work he put into staying in shape before he slid it across the table to Spencer.
"That's a hell of an appetite you've got all of a sudden," Derek said, catching himself just before he added a 'kid' onto the end of the sentence. "Since when do you even eat breakfast? I thought in your world the first meal of the day consisted of six cups of bad government-issue coffee."
"It's the increase in physical activity," Spencer answered, and the way he said it was matter of fact, but Derek watched his cheeks flush as he focused his attention on dragging a piece of bacon through the remains of maple syrup on his plate. "Plus, we skipped dinner."
"Yeah, well, you better eat a good lunch, then, because I intend to wear you out tonight," Derek said, just to watch him blush even harder. He watched Spencer's eyes go wide, grinning and taking another sip of coffee. "So when's your new flight?"
"Sunday afternoon. 3:25."
It was earlier than Derek hoped for, but he wasn't going to argue about it. Spencer was giving him a whole extra day when it would have been just as easy for him to make up some excuse and leave on Saturday morning. But he'd come here...well, Derek wasn't exactly sure why, especially after hearing Spencer say he thought he was the reason Derek left the BAU in the first place. He kept picturing the look on Spencer's face when he said it, that scared little kid expression that reminded Derek every time of just how young he was, even though Spencer wished he could forget.
"Did you really think I left the BAU because of you?"
Spencer shrugged and chewed on the last of Derek's breakfast, looking at him from under his curtain of hair and when Derek spotted a little maple syrup on his chin he reached across the table and wiped it away with his thumb. As soon as Derek made contact Spencer turned into him, eyes closed for a second and he couldn't tell if Spencer was just savoring the contact, or if he was trying to avoid looking at Derek when he answered.
"At first I did. But when you kept asking me to visit I thought I must be wrong. Then you sent that graphic novel back with Garcia, and I knew there was no way you'd do that by accident. Chicago's first serial killer? It was a little obvious."
Derek laughed at that, because yeah, he had a point. But he was a genius, and even if he didn't have much practical experience when it came to the interpersonal stuff, he knew how to read the things people did. "It was either that or the one about Jack the Ripper. Which I've got back at my place, by the way. You can take it home with you, read it on the plane."
"According to you, I might need to sleep on the plane to recuperate from the rest of the week."
And he never would have called it until he saw it with his own eyes, but it turned out Spencer Reid actually knew how to flirt. Sure, it was kind of awkward and maybe to most people it wouldn't even sound like flirting, but Derek knew Spencer better than most, and he knew what it meant when Spencer looked up at him from under those long lashes of his.
"Hey, if you'd rather play tourist, that could be arranged," Derek offered, grinning and dropping his voice until it was kind of husky. "We could run through some of Garcia's list if you want."
"Somehow carriage rides through Central Park and a visit to the Museum of Sex don't really seem like your style."
Spencer was still flirting, but he was blushing again too, and yeah, Garcia had been making fun of Derek's crush when she made that list. The thing she hadn't counted on was Spencer actually getting any of it and assuming that she was making fun of the way Spencer felt about him. Not that Spencer had spelled out how he felt, not in so many words, but Derek got the picture. He was there when Spencer kissed him the first time, after all, and he was there when Spencer tore their clothes off with a total lack of finesse and a hell of a lot of enthusiasm. He was there when Spencer rocked up against him, gasping and murmuring Derek's name into his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin when Spencer came in his hand for the first time.
He was there when Spencer slid an arm around his neck and kissed him slow, his other hand wrapped around Derek's and pressed against his chest like he wasn't planning on letting go. Derek's heart clenched hard in his chest and he reached across the table, fingers sliding across Spencer's knuckles to wrap around his hand.
"I think I can do better than that."