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cm_hotch_reidTitle: Profiler, Profiled: the Aftermath
Part 10
Summary: After Profiler, Profiled. Morgan is struggling. Reid tries to help. Morgan doesn't react well to finding out that Hotch and Reid are a couple. Not well at all.
Warnings: slash, slight d/s, violence, angst
Pairing: Hotch/Reid, Morgan/Reid (one-sided)
A/N:
I'm really glad people seem to be enjoying this story, I know it's not the usual plot what with Morgan kind of turning into the UnSub. I got some feedback complaining about that so I figured I'd start this off with a WARNING:
While I try to keep the characters in character as much as possible, this obviously deviates a bit from how Morgan would normally act. I'm not trying to stigmatize him, I'm just writing a scenario which I think may have happened under certain circumstances. His downward spiral will likely get worse with upcoming chapters. I understand if you don't like that, and luckily there are more than enough stories about Morgan to choose the kind you like. Thank you.
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Morgan´s living room is quiet except for an old CD he´s put on, the sound soft and sad. The dim lightning is only disrupted by the periodical flashing of his cell phone screen, telling him that someone is trying to call. It´s surprisingly easy to ignore.
Morgan stares at the muted phone from where he is sitting in his arm chair, the only movement that of bringing his drink back to his lips. The alcohol has yet to affect him in the way he wishes, finally numbing, drowning out the noises inside his head, hammering against his skull like a jackhammer.
For now it's just making him more depressed and on edge.
His eyes wander to the couch opposite of him.
Reid is still unconscious, his still form draped over the cushions in a way that makes Morgan feel breathless and queasy at the same time. He tries not to feel too guilty. The bump on his forehead seems to be the worst of his injuries; Morgan has made sure nothing´s broken.
He shifts uneasily in his seat; he wants for Reid to finally wake up almost as much as he dreads it. To think that Reid has gotten hurt and that it is kind of his fault is gnawing at him, tearing at his heart…but it is Reid's own fault, too, for freaking out unnecessarily and crashing them like he did.
And all that just because of Hotch…
Morgan takes another generous gulp of his liquor, trying to drown the contempt rising inside him when he thinks of his unit chief.
He can see the marks his hands have left on Reid's skin even from where he is sitting…how could something like that have happened right under his nose?
Damn, he knew that Reid is susceptible because of his issues, that he may have fallen easily for Hotch´s lies in the beginning…but even he wouldn't have endured open abuse silently, would he?
Unbidden mental images flood his mind, of Reid, so frighteningly slight in comparison to the other men on the team, of Hotch taking advantage of that to subdue his subordinate, tying him up so he can't fight back…
Morgan shakes his head in repulsion, squeezing his eyes shut tightly to get rid of the mental image. Apart from destroying his faith in humanity, he really doesn't need those pictures to get stuck in his brain; they're even more disturbing than the stuff that is already there.
Because, if he´s honest he's not much better himself. He wants the same thing as Hotch after all.
Another gulp for his nerves. He doesn't know how long he has had romantic feelings for Reid, or when he´s stopped seeing him as only a friend and confident but as desirable. God knows, he has done his best to suppress those thoughts until now, partially because he wasn't sure he would even be emotionally ready for a relationship with a man and partially because he has been afraid of losing Reid if he were to ever find out.
He was always so sure that the shy, young genius simply didn't have a girlfriend because of his awkwardness and self-conscience – but now…
Reid told him he was gay just this morning.
His heart clenches at the idea that he may have missed out on a shot at true happiness all these years by not even trying to approach Reid.
But then, even that admission might have been just another excuse to distract from Morgan from Hotch and what is really going on.
No, he can´t believe Reid and Hotch have a real relationship. If Hotch cared anything about Reid he wouldn't hurt him, no matter how great his passion, right? Right?
Unable to stop himself he remembers all those times he has spent fantasizing about simply walking up to Reid and pushing him against a wall, kissing him until he´s breathless. All those times he´s lain in cold hotel rooms, acutely aware of Reid sleeping just a few feet away, of how easy it would be to walk over to his bed and pull the blankets aside, draping himself over the other man´s lithe body, kissing and touching that soft hair and skin until Reid would squirm with pleasure underneath him.
He shudders at those memories. The mere idea of it excites and yet terrifies him.
He knows it was right not to act on those urges. How could he have risked that Reid might be made to feel like he was a good fifteen years ago?
But now? Has anything changed?
He still feels all these things, feels the slow burn caused by just seeing Reid stretched out on his couch, tousled hair and bare stomach were his shirt has ridden up. But thinking what he might have gone through in the past weeks scares him even more than before.
There simply is no way around it.
He has to ask Reid what exactly is going on, whether he wants to tell him or not. Tonight, while there is no one else to influence him might be his only chance. He will have to dig into the wound in order to clean it.
Then, once Reid is thinking clearly again they can go to the hospital to have them collect evidence and make sure Hotch never gets another foot on the ground.
He holds his breath as Reid finally moves, eyelids fluttering as he slowly comes back into conscience.
This is it. Now or never.
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Reid groans in pain, hand flying to his temple the second he regains consciousness. His head hurts like someone has hit him with a baseball bat.
What-?
He blinks, slowly becoming aware that he doesn't recognize his surroundings. It´s dark, all he can hear soft jazz music somewhere in the background.
His heart leaps in his chest as he flashes back to the last time he´s woken up in an unknown place. Hankel.
Involuntary panic flares up in him and he quickly pushes himself up into a sitting position, scanning his surroundings for an immediate dangers.
Fear turns to momentary confusion when his eyes fall on Morgan, sitting across from him in the dark room, drinking what looks like bourbon, maybe wallowing in the music. His expression is somewhere between torn and grave and he suddenly remembers the last time he´s seen Morgan look that way.
After that, it all comes back to him pretty quickly.
Their fight, Hotch injured, Morgan throwing his phone out of a driving car he didn't want to be in.
Oh, dear God, no.
He tenses, suddenly feeling ill. Even if he was there, he still can't believe that Morgan practically…he is reluctant to even think the word, abducted him.
He looks around Morgan's living room, trying to figure out how much time has passed. Aaron must be worried by now. He has to get back to the hospital.
Reid takes a deep breath, trying to calm down instead of freaking himself out. He's just overreacting, Morgan just wanted to talk to him, and when he hit his head he had no choice but to bring him here. That's all.
He can just leave if he wants to and all this will be over before he knows it.
He remains still for a long moment, trying to make out where they stand now from Morgan's expression, trying to anticipate his reaction.
Morgan is just sitting there, drinking and staring at him with an unreadable expression. It´s impossible to tell if he is drunk, just melancholic, or angry.
For a moment neither man moves, Reid merely staring at Morgan, desperate to find anything familiar in his face while the music fills the uncomfortable silence.
´I scare myself just thinking about you´, the singer is just announcing, making Reid shiver, ´I scare myself when I let my thoughts run, I scare myself, to think what I could do.`
How fitting.
He takes a deep breath, blocking everything out as best as he can.
He needs to leave.
But if he tries to, will Morgan even let him?
He feels ill and sort of guilty at the thought, shifting uneasily. Morgan puts his glass down on the table between them, looking sort of put off by Reid's behavior.
"How's your head?" he asks quietly, sounding concerned enough. Reid can't help but glare at him, preferring annoyance over fear.
"My memory is still intact I'm afraid." he replies in a clipped tone.
Morgan sighs when he realizes Reid hasn't gotten any more cooperative, pushing to his feet. He turns the music off before walking over to the couch and sitting on the glass table, his legs to both sides of Reid´s.
"It's time we have a serious talk, Reid."
Reid swallows hard, forcing himself not to back up even if he feels uncomfortable with their sudden closeness, to remain seated. He doesn't want to feel uncomfortable in Morgan's presence. And yet there's just something disturbing about the situation, something off about Morgan's eyes that likely has to do with the way he reeks of liquor.
"We already did. I don't want to talk anymore. I want to leave." he says stoically, hoping that he at least sounds sure of himself.
The urge to have a tête-à-tête with Morgan has naturally completely vanished by now. He just wants this situation to stop and for someone, anyone to fix it so it will be back to normal the next time they meet.
He makes to get up, but doesn't even have time to fully straighten up before Morgan's hands are around his wrists, pulling him back down. There's just enough strength behind it to let Reid know he won't be going anywhere if Morgan doesn't want him to, grip tightening when he tries to pull away, holding him in place.
"Once we´ve talked, Reid."
There is no room for discussion in those words, making Reid´s blood grow cold with apprehension and hot with betrayal and anger at the same time. He has to force himself to not give a heated reply, telling Morgan exactly what he thinks of his behavior. Considering that he didn't get far with anger in the car though, he realizes that he needs to try a different approach, as hard as it is.
With considerable effort, he suppresses the urge to struggle and stops moving, hoping that his voice sounds calm instead of insecure, "Morgan, let me go. I don´t know what you want from me, but frankly, you're starting to scare me. You can't do this."
Morgan frowns at his behavior, but doesn't move, determined. After a moment his expression softens a little and so does his grip, until he´s holding both of Reid´s hands in his.
"I didn't do this to scare you." he sighs, looking troubled, "It's just…I care about you…more than you seem to realize. And thinking that someone is hurting you in that way and you're letting him…it just tears me apart."
This sudden confession is so unexpected after all of Morgan's tantrums that it throws Reid completely off track for a moment. As much as he tries he can't keep glaring at his colleague after he's said that, can't stay cold. Of course Morgan is doing this because he's worried about his friend, he knows that, but the way he is doing it is just wrong.
"Morgan, I'm okay, alright?" he assures him quietly, sighing, "I promise, I'm fine. Aaron loves me and he takes good care of me."
He gasps when the grip around his hands suddenly tightens, Morgan's large hands squeezing his almost painfully. And there it is again, that burning behind his black eyes replacing sadness, the very thing that scared him in the first place.
"Don't. Keep saying that. I saw, remember?" Morgan presses out from behind clenched teeth, sounding like he is barely containing his anger.
He stares down at Reid's wrist bared between them, looking troubled again, and the sudden changes in temper are now seriously starting to scare the younger man. He wonders how much Morgan has had to drink.
Morgan looks at him sharply, "This is screaming abuse, Reid."
At this point, Reid has long left anger as a possible reaction behind, instead torn between worry for Morgan's mental state and worry for himself. Retreat isn't working, rightful indignation isn't working, reason isn't working – he's running out of options here and he knows it.
The only thing Morgan will be satisfied with hearing is if Reid blames Hotch for everything. But he can't do that. He won't, under no circumstances.
The only thing he has left to try is brutal honesty, shifting the blame from Hotch by explaining his less than passive role in what they do.
He swallows hard as he tries to gather his courage. Even now there is this irrational fear of Morgan despising him if he finds out, keeping him from speaking up right away.
"Morgan, I…I don´t know how to tell you this," he starts off hesitantly, telling himself it has to be done, "I know this won't be easy to hear for you, that's why I didn't tell you before…Hotch isn't doing anything I don't want him to."
He feels Morgan´s irritated, confused look on him, feels his cheeks burning in embarrassment already. He can't belie he´s going to talk about this, and to Morgan of all people.
But what choice does he have? Maybe if Morgan gets mad at him upon realizing he's not a victim at all, he will finally kick him out.
"What?" Morgan asks tonelessly, clearly confused.
And Reid can't look at him, stares down at the carpet instead, "I…sometimes I just need him to be…um, assertive."
There is stunned silence, then…
"Assertive?" Morgan repeats, a quick peek showing Reid that he's looking at him like he's lost his mind. Either he doesn't believe him or he doesn't want to understand.
"What he does…it's not really him," Reid tries again, trying to explain it in a way that won´t sound too disturbing, "it's just this…scenario we play out sometimes to relieve stress. You know, he gets to feel in control and I get to be free of it for a while. This," he points to the marks on his arms, "is just collateral damage. It doesn't bother me…In a way it even shows me how much he loves me…
He breaks off his fishy explanation the second he dares to look up into Morgan's face again, immediately realizing he´s made a mistake. The other man looks livid, jaw clenched and eyes blazing as he stares at him.
Morgan believes him alright. He just doesn't like what he's hearing.
"Are you telling me…you want him to hurt you?" he presses out from behind clenched teeth, his grip on Reid´s arms suddenly so tight that he thinks he hears the bones grating.
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Not much of a development I know, I'm kinda stalling because I'm nervous about writing the next chapter, I guess.
Morgan is so mad right now, I doubt it was a good idea to tell him the truth…
Anyway, the song is by Bill Hicks, called I scare myself and the lyrics apply to Morgan in case you were confused. It fits the situation really well, I think.
Ok, so I understand if you don't want to keep reading this, but if you do then please leave me a comment, I could need some cheering up right now. Thanks!
Part 10
Summary: After Profiler, Profiled. Morgan is struggling. Reid tries to help. Morgan doesn't react well to finding out that Hotch and Reid are a couple. Not well at all.
Warnings: slash, slight d/s, violence, angst
Pairing: Hotch/Reid, Morgan/Reid (one-sided)
A/N:
I'm really glad people seem to be enjoying this story, I know it's not the usual plot what with Morgan kind of turning into the UnSub. I got some feedback complaining about that so I figured I'd start this off with a WARNING:
While I try to keep the characters in character as much as possible, this obviously deviates a bit from how Morgan would normally act. I'm not trying to stigmatize him, I'm just writing a scenario which I think may have happened under certain circumstances. His downward spiral will likely get worse with upcoming chapters. I understand if you don't like that, and luckily there are more than enough stories about Morgan to choose the kind you like. Thank you.
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Morgan´s living room is quiet except for an old CD he´s put on, the sound soft and sad. The dim lightning is only disrupted by the periodical flashing of his cell phone screen, telling him that someone is trying to call. It´s surprisingly easy to ignore.
Morgan stares at the muted phone from where he is sitting in his arm chair, the only movement that of bringing his drink back to his lips. The alcohol has yet to affect him in the way he wishes, finally numbing, drowning out the noises inside his head, hammering against his skull like a jackhammer.
For now it's just making him more depressed and on edge.
His eyes wander to the couch opposite of him.
Reid is still unconscious, his still form draped over the cushions in a way that makes Morgan feel breathless and queasy at the same time. He tries not to feel too guilty. The bump on his forehead seems to be the worst of his injuries; Morgan has made sure nothing´s broken.
He shifts uneasily in his seat; he wants for Reid to finally wake up almost as much as he dreads it. To think that Reid has gotten hurt and that it is kind of his fault is gnawing at him, tearing at his heart…but it is Reid's own fault, too, for freaking out unnecessarily and crashing them like he did.
And all that just because of Hotch…
Morgan takes another generous gulp of his liquor, trying to drown the contempt rising inside him when he thinks of his unit chief.
He can see the marks his hands have left on Reid's skin even from where he is sitting…how could something like that have happened right under his nose?
Damn, he knew that Reid is susceptible because of his issues, that he may have fallen easily for Hotch´s lies in the beginning…but even he wouldn't have endured open abuse silently, would he?
Unbidden mental images flood his mind, of Reid, so frighteningly slight in comparison to the other men on the team, of Hotch taking advantage of that to subdue his subordinate, tying him up so he can't fight back…
Morgan shakes his head in repulsion, squeezing his eyes shut tightly to get rid of the mental image. Apart from destroying his faith in humanity, he really doesn't need those pictures to get stuck in his brain; they're even more disturbing than the stuff that is already there.
Because, if he´s honest he's not much better himself. He wants the same thing as Hotch after all.
Another gulp for his nerves. He doesn't know how long he has had romantic feelings for Reid, or when he´s stopped seeing him as only a friend and confident but as desirable. God knows, he has done his best to suppress those thoughts until now, partially because he wasn't sure he would even be emotionally ready for a relationship with a man and partially because he has been afraid of losing Reid if he were to ever find out.
He was always so sure that the shy, young genius simply didn't have a girlfriend because of his awkwardness and self-conscience – but now…
Reid told him he was gay just this morning.
His heart clenches at the idea that he may have missed out on a shot at true happiness all these years by not even trying to approach Reid.
But then, even that admission might have been just another excuse to distract from Morgan from Hotch and what is really going on.
No, he can´t believe Reid and Hotch have a real relationship. If Hotch cared anything about Reid he wouldn't hurt him, no matter how great his passion, right? Right?
Unable to stop himself he remembers all those times he has spent fantasizing about simply walking up to Reid and pushing him against a wall, kissing him until he´s breathless. All those times he´s lain in cold hotel rooms, acutely aware of Reid sleeping just a few feet away, of how easy it would be to walk over to his bed and pull the blankets aside, draping himself over the other man´s lithe body, kissing and touching that soft hair and skin until Reid would squirm with pleasure underneath him.
He shudders at those memories. The mere idea of it excites and yet terrifies him.
He knows it was right not to act on those urges. How could he have risked that Reid might be made to feel like he was a good fifteen years ago?
But now? Has anything changed?
He still feels all these things, feels the slow burn caused by just seeing Reid stretched out on his couch, tousled hair and bare stomach were his shirt has ridden up. But thinking what he might have gone through in the past weeks scares him even more than before.
There simply is no way around it.
He has to ask Reid what exactly is going on, whether he wants to tell him or not. Tonight, while there is no one else to influence him might be his only chance. He will have to dig into the wound in order to clean it.
Then, once Reid is thinking clearly again they can go to the hospital to have them collect evidence and make sure Hotch never gets another foot on the ground.
He holds his breath as Reid finally moves, eyelids fluttering as he slowly comes back into conscience.
This is it. Now or never.
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Reid groans in pain, hand flying to his temple the second he regains consciousness. His head hurts like someone has hit him with a baseball bat.
What-?
He blinks, slowly becoming aware that he doesn't recognize his surroundings. It´s dark, all he can hear soft jazz music somewhere in the background.
His heart leaps in his chest as he flashes back to the last time he´s woken up in an unknown place. Hankel.
Involuntary panic flares up in him and he quickly pushes himself up into a sitting position, scanning his surroundings for an immediate dangers.
Fear turns to momentary confusion when his eyes fall on Morgan, sitting across from him in the dark room, drinking what looks like bourbon, maybe wallowing in the music. His expression is somewhere between torn and grave and he suddenly remembers the last time he´s seen Morgan look that way.
After that, it all comes back to him pretty quickly.
Their fight, Hotch injured, Morgan throwing his phone out of a driving car he didn't want to be in.
Oh, dear God, no.
He tenses, suddenly feeling ill. Even if he was there, he still can't believe that Morgan practically…he is reluctant to even think the word, abducted him.
He looks around Morgan's living room, trying to figure out how much time has passed. Aaron must be worried by now. He has to get back to the hospital.
Reid takes a deep breath, trying to calm down instead of freaking himself out. He's just overreacting, Morgan just wanted to talk to him, and when he hit his head he had no choice but to bring him here. That's all.
He can just leave if he wants to and all this will be over before he knows it.
He remains still for a long moment, trying to make out where they stand now from Morgan's expression, trying to anticipate his reaction.
Morgan is just sitting there, drinking and staring at him with an unreadable expression. It´s impossible to tell if he is drunk, just melancholic, or angry.
For a moment neither man moves, Reid merely staring at Morgan, desperate to find anything familiar in his face while the music fills the uncomfortable silence.
´I scare myself just thinking about you´, the singer is just announcing, making Reid shiver, ´I scare myself when I let my thoughts run, I scare myself, to think what I could do.`
How fitting.
He takes a deep breath, blocking everything out as best as he can.
He needs to leave.
But if he tries to, will Morgan even let him?
He feels ill and sort of guilty at the thought, shifting uneasily. Morgan puts his glass down on the table between them, looking sort of put off by Reid's behavior.
"How's your head?" he asks quietly, sounding concerned enough. Reid can't help but glare at him, preferring annoyance over fear.
"My memory is still intact I'm afraid." he replies in a clipped tone.
Morgan sighs when he realizes Reid hasn't gotten any more cooperative, pushing to his feet. He turns the music off before walking over to the couch and sitting on the glass table, his legs to both sides of Reid´s.
"It's time we have a serious talk, Reid."
Reid swallows hard, forcing himself not to back up even if he feels uncomfortable with their sudden closeness, to remain seated. He doesn't want to feel uncomfortable in Morgan's presence. And yet there's just something disturbing about the situation, something off about Morgan's eyes that likely has to do with the way he reeks of liquor.
"We already did. I don't want to talk anymore. I want to leave." he says stoically, hoping that he at least sounds sure of himself.
The urge to have a tête-à-tête with Morgan has naturally completely vanished by now. He just wants this situation to stop and for someone, anyone to fix it so it will be back to normal the next time they meet.
He makes to get up, but doesn't even have time to fully straighten up before Morgan's hands are around his wrists, pulling him back down. There's just enough strength behind it to let Reid know he won't be going anywhere if Morgan doesn't want him to, grip tightening when he tries to pull away, holding him in place.
"Once we´ve talked, Reid."
There is no room for discussion in those words, making Reid´s blood grow cold with apprehension and hot with betrayal and anger at the same time. He has to force himself to not give a heated reply, telling Morgan exactly what he thinks of his behavior. Considering that he didn't get far with anger in the car though, he realizes that he needs to try a different approach, as hard as it is.
With considerable effort, he suppresses the urge to struggle and stops moving, hoping that his voice sounds calm instead of insecure, "Morgan, let me go. I don´t know what you want from me, but frankly, you're starting to scare me. You can't do this."
Morgan frowns at his behavior, but doesn't move, determined. After a moment his expression softens a little and so does his grip, until he´s holding both of Reid´s hands in his.
"I didn't do this to scare you." he sighs, looking troubled, "It's just…I care about you…more than you seem to realize. And thinking that someone is hurting you in that way and you're letting him…it just tears me apart."
This sudden confession is so unexpected after all of Morgan's tantrums that it throws Reid completely off track for a moment. As much as he tries he can't keep glaring at his colleague after he's said that, can't stay cold. Of course Morgan is doing this because he's worried about his friend, he knows that, but the way he is doing it is just wrong.
"Morgan, I'm okay, alright?" he assures him quietly, sighing, "I promise, I'm fine. Aaron loves me and he takes good care of me."
He gasps when the grip around his hands suddenly tightens, Morgan's large hands squeezing his almost painfully. And there it is again, that burning behind his black eyes replacing sadness, the very thing that scared him in the first place.
"Don't. Keep saying that. I saw, remember?" Morgan presses out from behind clenched teeth, sounding like he is barely containing his anger.
He stares down at Reid's wrist bared between them, looking troubled again, and the sudden changes in temper are now seriously starting to scare the younger man. He wonders how much Morgan has had to drink.
Morgan looks at him sharply, "This is screaming abuse, Reid."
At this point, Reid has long left anger as a possible reaction behind, instead torn between worry for Morgan's mental state and worry for himself. Retreat isn't working, rightful indignation isn't working, reason isn't working – he's running out of options here and he knows it.
The only thing Morgan will be satisfied with hearing is if Reid blames Hotch for everything. But he can't do that. He won't, under no circumstances.
The only thing he has left to try is brutal honesty, shifting the blame from Hotch by explaining his less than passive role in what they do.
He swallows hard as he tries to gather his courage. Even now there is this irrational fear of Morgan despising him if he finds out, keeping him from speaking up right away.
"Morgan, I…I don´t know how to tell you this," he starts off hesitantly, telling himself it has to be done, "I know this won't be easy to hear for you, that's why I didn't tell you before…Hotch isn't doing anything I don't want him to."
He feels Morgan´s irritated, confused look on him, feels his cheeks burning in embarrassment already. He can't belie he´s going to talk about this, and to Morgan of all people.
But what choice does he have? Maybe if Morgan gets mad at him upon realizing he's not a victim at all, he will finally kick him out.
"What?" Morgan asks tonelessly, clearly confused.
And Reid can't look at him, stares down at the carpet instead, "I…sometimes I just need him to be…um, assertive."
There is stunned silence, then…
"Assertive?" Morgan repeats, a quick peek showing Reid that he's looking at him like he's lost his mind. Either he doesn't believe him or he doesn't want to understand.
"What he does…it's not really him," Reid tries again, trying to explain it in a way that won´t sound too disturbing, "it's just this…scenario we play out sometimes to relieve stress. You know, he gets to feel in control and I get to be free of it for a while. This," he points to the marks on his arms, "is just collateral damage. It doesn't bother me…In a way it even shows me how much he loves me…
He breaks off his fishy explanation the second he dares to look up into Morgan's face again, immediately realizing he´s made a mistake. The other man looks livid, jaw clenched and eyes blazing as he stares at him.
Morgan believes him alright. He just doesn't like what he's hearing.
"Are you telling me…you want him to hurt you?" he presses out from behind clenched teeth, his grip on Reid´s arms suddenly so tight that he thinks he hears the bones grating.
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Not much of a development I know, I'm kinda stalling because I'm nervous about writing the next chapter, I guess.
Morgan is so mad right now, I doubt it was a good idea to tell him the truth…
Anyway, the song is by Bill Hicks, called I scare myself and the lyrics apply to Morgan in case you were confused. It fits the situation really well, I think.
Ok, so I understand if you don't want to keep reading this, but if you do then please leave me a comment, I could need some cheering up right now. Thanks!
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on 7 July 2011 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 7 July 2011 04:09 pm (UTC)His secret is out, he feels ashamed, he's dealing with his feelings for Reid at a very inopportune time, he's confronted with the knowledge that Hotch is sleeping with Reid, he's afraid that Reid is in an abusive relationship ... and now learns that Reid "wanted it" all along.
It's a lot to take in.
At first, I was afraid Morgan wouldn't believe Reid, but now I think the problem is different.
Morgan tried to get Reid to open up, he attacked his unit chief (which was a very risky move), convinced that Reid needed to be saved he abducted him.... and now he's finally realizing that he went through all this "trouble" for nothing because Reid didn't need to be saved at all. He finally understands that Reid is not a victim but a willing participant.
I'm afraid he might take it out on Reid for more than one reason : 1) because jealousy might settle in now that he has acknowledged the fact that Reid is happy with Hotch - 2) he might be angry to have jeopardized his whole career to try to save someone who didn't need saving - 3) because I'm not sure how he'll react to Reid saying that he liked Hotch to be assertive and that he liked to give up control....couple the effect of Reid's words on Morgan with the jealousy and anger he's bound to feel...
I'm wondering if Hotch will suspect what's or what could be happening. He's a top profiler and he could be guessing what is going on in Morgan's mind and the danger Reid is facing...
I can't wait to see what you have planed for the next chapters (and I'll keep reading your story no matter what, don't worry).
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on 7 July 2011 05:28 pm (UTC)this new revelation is like another punch in the gut that has to be digested somehow. maybe it wasnt the smartest thing for reid to come clean right then and there...im not sure just how to incorporate that jealousy bit, but i think i reallyant to, so i´ll try to come up with something.
and yeah, of course hotch is going to be worried by now. off to the rescue, fair knight! lol
thanks for your lovely review, hon!
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on 7 July 2011 09:27 pm (UTC)I like how the story progressing so far. It's obvious that the situation is unstable and there doesn't seem to be a cut-and-dry solution to it all. Thrilling stuff!
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on 8 July 2011 09:51 am (UTC)I do love this story, as scary as it is getting for little adorable Reid. I just hope things get lighter in the sense that Hotch is actually doing something and doing an effort to save Spencer.
Anywho, can't wait for the next chapter!
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on 8 July 2011 10:22 am (UTC)thanks for reading!
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on 8 July 2011 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
on 12 July 2011 01:05 am (UTC)Keep going!
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on 12 July 2011 08:04 am (UTC)