To Speak it Aloud

Title: To Speak it Aloud 1/?
Author: Gothabilly13
Rating: NC-17, language and future chapter m/m sex,
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Summary: Reid needs to learn to speak up for what he wants before he loses the chance.
Warnings: will be sex, language and possible references to angst and violence.
A/N: This is my first more then a drabble with this pairing. Please read and review if you are interested. I tend to get nervous and any feedback would be great. I have not beta, so mistakes are mine alone.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and all related characters are not mine, I make no money. Only thing that is mine are Original Characters created for the story sake. Written for kicks and fun.
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Chapter 1

Spencer Reid was in Hell.

That is if Hell had pleather seated booths and way too loud dance music. He was seated between Emily and Penelope, trying to fade into the background.

True he could have said 'no'. In fact he had said 'no' hadn't he? He looked over at Penelope, she wasn't one to take 'no' for an answer. The genius profiler sighed into his drink and looked at the current focus of attention.

When Garcia had said they were meeting Morgan's former partner from his days on the police force, Spencer had envisioned a broad shouldered man with similar interests and looks to Morgan. What had walked through the door was anything but. Senior Homicide Detective Ronnie Carnes wasn't what Reid had pictured at all.

Tall, statuesque and definitely female. Morgan's former partner, Veronica, was a knock out. Long black hair, high cheek bones and crystal blue eyes. Almost every head turned as she came in and made her way over to the team's booth. The hug Morgan had given her was tight, long and filled with mumbled words and laughter. Reid felt his throat tighten. There was absolutely no reason for him to not like her. Yet the boy 'hated' her almost instantly.

She was charming and gregarious as well as easy to talk to. She had engaged every team member as they were introduced and managed to say something positive she had heard from Morgan about each of them.

Shaking Reid's hand she had winked and smiled a dazzling array of perfect white teeth.

"The famous Dr. Reid at last, Derek talks about you the most." she said her voice pitched just for the two of them. Reid couldn't help the blush that dusted his cheeks and he stammered a hello. He tried to keep the bitterness off his expressive face as she laughed and talked animatedly.

He had wanted to return the compliment but truth be told, Morgan hadn't ever talked to Spencer about her. In fact, it seemed Reid was the only one who hadn't heard of her before. For Christ sake even Rossi had an anecdote Morgan had shared.

Reid wondered at the fact that Morgan hadn't mentioned her to him, he claimed Spencer was his best friend. The genius was perplexed. Not to mention the way Ronnie and Morgan were behaving had the younger agent feeling a sensation of jealousy. A jealousy he had no right to.

He hadn't confessed his feelings to Derek as of yet. He shouldn't be acting and feeling liked Derek was jilting him. Spencer had never given voice to how he felt for the older profiler. But, that didn't change the way his stomach twisted when Ronnie leaned into Derek, grasping his thigh as she laughed at another story from 'the old days'.

Spencer was feeling over heated and sweaty. Ronnie continued to share things from their past. Her body language aggressive and practically putting her in Derek's lap. Feeling like he couldn't catch his breath, Reid nudged Emily.

"I need to get up." he stammered and pushed her again. Looking surprised and concerned, Emily moved to let him out.

"Are you ok?" she asked as Reid brushed past her, heading for the restroom. The rest of the table looked up questioningly as the young profiler hurried away, pushing through the crowd.

"What happened?" Morgan asked looking confused and a little irritated. Emily's brows went up and she shrugged.

"I've no idea, he pushed me and said he needed to get up." she sat down and leaned on her elbow. "Maybe he is feeling sick?" she suggested. Garcia lifted the mostly full glass Reid had been nursing.

"He hasn't drunk anything much." she said, her brows furrowed in worry as well. Ronnie looked around the table wondering what the big deal was. She turned to face Derek and shrugged.

"Maybe he just had to go, man." she said laughing brightly, making the tension ease a bit. The conversation resumed, though not as boisterously as before. Morgan kept glancing at the corner where the restrooms were. He had a weird feeling that Reid was upset, he'd been acting funny since Ronnie had arrived.

After ten minutes the young agent hadn't returned. Morgan nudged Ronnie.

"Let me go check on him." he said in a low voice. She looked surprised but when she caught the serious expression in Morgan's eyes she slipped out of the booth. As he stood to moved past her she grabbed his wrist.

"Have you even told him?" she asked and Derek gave her a dark look. "I thought not." she said and sat down again letting him move quickly toward the restrooms.

Sighing deeply, he crossed the club and pushed into the men's room. A pair of boys stumbled past him chuckling their 'excuse me's'. He gave them a blank look before turning to look around the tiled room.

The place was empty.

He checked the stalls and found them all unoccupied. Turning quickly, he pushed past a guy coming in and began scanning the club. The flashing lights and moving people made it difficult.

He didn't see Reid. Shaking his head and trying to quell the worry that popped up, he moved toward the doors, hoping the boy had gone for some air.

Stepping on to the sidewalk, he looked both ways down the street. No sign of the lanky figure he was looking for. He turned back to the beefy bouncer standing at the door.

"Hey man, did you see the tall guy who came in with us?" he asked and the bouncer furrowed his brow.

"The geeky one with the handbag?" he asked, Derek frowned.

"It's a messenger bag but yeah." he snapped and crossed his arms over his chest. The big man shrugged and pointed a pudgy finger toward the parking lot across the street.

"He went that way bout five minutes ago." he said. Morgan thanked him and crossed the street. Looking around the half empty parking lot, he finally caught sight of the slender figure ambling down the row toward his car.

"Reid!" he called out and started jogging after the boy. "Hold up." he added when the young doctor turned around looking startled. Spencer stepped back a little as Mogan reached him and tucked his hands in his pockets. He looked at the pavement.

"What's up, Pretty Boy?" Derek asked, his voice breathy from his trot. Reid shrugged his shoulders.

"I wasn't feeling very well, I find the recycled air is cloying. Too many smells." he said not looking up at Morgan. His long locks creating a veil for him to hide behind. Taking a deep breath Derek relaxed his stance.

"Well, maybe next time you could tell one of us you are leaving?" he said his voice pitched with a mild scolding.

"I nearly had a heart attack when I couldn't find you." he groused and reached out to chuck the younger man in the shoulder. Spencer frowned and finally looked up. His hazel eyes flashed with old resentment.

"I'm not a child, Morgan. I can take care of myself." he sounded angry.

"I'm sorry I didn't say good night. You'd better get back." he said turning to walk again. "Ronnie's waiting."

Morgan's brows creased at the sarcastic tone and he tried to stop the younger man.

"Hey, what's up with you?" he asked trying to grab Spencer's arm. The slender boy pulled away.

"I'm fine, Morgan! Good night." he snapped and reached in his pocket for his keys.

"Go back to your 'partner'." he added as he yanked the door open. Morgan's mouth turned down.

"What the fuck is that about?" he snarled and moved to try and intercept the door before it closed. Spencer's dark look stopped him and he felt his stomach clench.

"I'm a profiler too, Morgan, remember? And I'm anything but stupid." he said and slammed the door.

Morgan stood looking deeply confused and a little stunned as the genius started the car and drove away.

"Well, fuck." he muttered watching the tail lights fade. He ran a hand over his face and turned to go back inside.

"Why didn't you say something sooner, Pretty Boy?" Morgan had a sinking feeling in his gut.