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carolinecrane) wrote2010-10-18 10:24 am
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Fic: Zeroes and Ones 5/? (Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, NC17)
Title: Zeroes and Ones 5/?
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 know, I know, I skipped Saturday too. Mea culpa.
"Congratulations, Mr. Morgan, it's all yours."
"It's Derek," Derek said, grasping first the mortgage broker's, then his real estate broker's hand. "Thanks."
"It's a great neighborhood. I think you're going to be very happy there," his broker said. He handed over the keys to the brownstone and Derek pushed a stacked of signed papers towards him, pushing his chair back and standing up.
A few minutes later he was saying one last goodbye and letting himself out of the mortgage broker's office, the keys to his new place tucked firmly in his pocket. It was a quick subway ride back to his office, and he waved to his new team as he crossed the bullpen and let himself into the glassed-in office at the back of the room. It had taken awhile to get used to being the one who sat in that office instead of having a cubicle out in the center, but he'd finally stopped hesitating every time he reached for the door handle. This time he let himself in and closed the door behind him, setting his new keys and his phone on the desk as he sat down.
There were reports to sift through about a suspected terrorist cell they'd been watching for awhile, and on top of his inbox was a stack of messages detailing all the phone calls he'd missed while he was signing the papers for his new house. He had lots of catching up to do, but another couple of minutes wasn't going to make a difference either way. Hell, he was the boss now anyway, right? Derek grinned at the thought and picked up his phone, opening a new message and typing in Reid's e-mail address.
Just signed the papers: now it's official. Guess I'm stuck with this gig for awhile, so I better not screw it up. When are you coming up to see the place? If you're scared to take the train alone I bet Garcia will hold your hand the first time.
He laughed and set his phone down again, then he picked up the stack of phone messages and flipped through them. He was still sorting them into piles by importance when his phone beeped, and he picked it up and glanced at the screen. He expected to see the e-mail alert, but instead the screen read 'new txt msg from Spen...' Derek smiled and opened the message, shaking his head as he read it.
Not scared, just busy. I know you're a desk jockey now, but you can't have forgotten what it's like at the BAU already.
Derek hit 'reply' and glanced out at the bullpen to make sure no one was watching him before he started typing.
That's pretty big talk, considering. You know I've still got eyes in that place. Garcia says you've been in town all week, safe and sound.
He set his phone down again and finished sorting his messages. When he was finished he glanced at his cell, but the screen was still black. He reached for the land line and dialed the number scribbled on the first message, and when it went straight to voice mail he listened to the message and left one of his own. He worked his way through half the messages, glancing at his cell phone between each one, and just as the line connected with his supervisor's office down in Quantico Derek's cell beeped again.
"Derek Morgan returning the Director's call," he said when the receptionist picked up. She put him on hold and he reached for his cell phone, then set it back down again and rolled his eyes. It was just a text from Reid; it probably didn't even say much of anything, and there was no reason it couldn't wait. His focus should be on his job, especially when it was his boss calling to check up on him. That didn't stop him from swallowing a sigh of relief when the receptionist came back on the line to say that the Director was out, but she'd leave a message that Derek had called. He thanked her and hung up, then he picked up his cell phone and opened Reid's text.
Can't make the same weekend as Garcia. Maybe next month, if we don't have a case.
Derek grinned at his phone and hit 'reply' without hesitating.
Any time, you know that. I'm not going anywhere.
He was pretty sure Reid knew that. Derek hoped he did, at least. He'd been honest before he left Quantico; he'd told Reid he was going to miss him, and it turned out to be even more true than he'd realized at the time. Maybe it was just because he didn't know anybody in New York, or maybe it was just that he was the boss now, and he missed having somebody around who was his equal. Either way it didn't really matter, as long as Reid wanted to keep in touch.
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 know, I know, I skipped Saturday too. Mea culpa.
"Congratulations, Mr. Morgan, it's all yours."
"It's Derek," Derek said, grasping first the mortgage broker's, then his real estate broker's hand. "Thanks."
"It's a great neighborhood. I think you're going to be very happy there," his broker said. He handed over the keys to the brownstone and Derek pushed a stacked of signed papers towards him, pushing his chair back and standing up.
A few minutes later he was saying one last goodbye and letting himself out of the mortgage broker's office, the keys to his new place tucked firmly in his pocket. It was a quick subway ride back to his office, and he waved to his new team as he crossed the bullpen and let himself into the glassed-in office at the back of the room. It had taken awhile to get used to being the one who sat in that office instead of having a cubicle out in the center, but he'd finally stopped hesitating every time he reached for the door handle. This time he let himself in and closed the door behind him, setting his new keys and his phone on the desk as he sat down.
There were reports to sift through about a suspected terrorist cell they'd been watching for awhile, and on top of his inbox was a stack of messages detailing all the phone calls he'd missed while he was signing the papers for his new house. He had lots of catching up to do, but another couple of minutes wasn't going to make a difference either way. Hell, he was the boss now anyway, right? Derek grinned at the thought and picked up his phone, opening a new message and typing in Reid's e-mail address.
Just signed the papers: now it's official. Guess I'm stuck with this gig for awhile, so I better not screw it up. When are you coming up to see the place? If you're scared to take the train alone I bet Garcia will hold your hand the first time.
He laughed and set his phone down again, then he picked up the stack of phone messages and flipped through them. He was still sorting them into piles by importance when his phone beeped, and he picked it up and glanced at the screen. He expected to see the e-mail alert, but instead the screen read 'new txt msg from Spen...' Derek smiled and opened the message, shaking his head as he read it.
Not scared, just busy. I know you're a desk jockey now, but you can't have forgotten what it's like at the BAU already.
Derek hit 'reply' and glanced out at the bullpen to make sure no one was watching him before he started typing.
That's pretty big talk, considering. You know I've still got eyes in that place. Garcia says you've been in town all week, safe and sound.
He set his phone down again and finished sorting his messages. When he was finished he glanced at his cell, but the screen was still black. He reached for the land line and dialed the number scribbled on the first message, and when it went straight to voice mail he listened to the message and left one of his own. He worked his way through half the messages, glancing at his cell phone between each one, and just as the line connected with his supervisor's office down in Quantico Derek's cell beeped again.
"Derek Morgan returning the Director's call," he said when the receptionist picked up. She put him on hold and he reached for his cell phone, then set it back down again and rolled his eyes. It was just a text from Reid; it probably didn't even say much of anything, and there was no reason it couldn't wait. His focus should be on his job, especially when it was his boss calling to check up on him. That didn't stop him from swallowing a sigh of relief when the receptionist came back on the line to say that the Director was out, but she'd leave a message that Derek had called. He thanked her and hung up, then he picked up his cell phone and opened Reid's text.
Can't make the same weekend as Garcia. Maybe next month, if we don't have a case.
Derek grinned at his phone and hit 'reply' without hesitating.
Any time, you know that. I'm not going anywhere.
He was pretty sure Reid knew that. Derek hoped he did, at least. He'd been honest before he left Quantico; he'd told Reid he was going to miss him, and it turned out to be even more true than he'd realized at the time. Maybe it was just because he didn't know anybody in New York, or maybe it was just that he was the boss now, and he missed having somebody around who was his equal. Either way it didn't really matter, as long as Reid wanted to keep in touch.