Once Upon A Crime Scene

Gay Panic: Derek Morgan

 Music plays softly through my headphones, and I lean my head back against the seat to try to relax. I have a crazy amount of nervous energy right now, but there really isn't much I can do about it 30,000 feet in the air.

I open my eyes and glance around the jet. Everyone is still asleep, just like they were an hour ago. I stand up and stretch silently. Damn, how did I get so stiff just sitting here for a couple hours?

Reid is stretched out on the couch, and I'm honestly relieved that he's finally getting a little bit of sleep. This case really got to him. I don't think he slept more than a couple hours over the three days we were here.

He sighs softly in his sleep, and a brief smile crosses his lips. I can't keep the smile off of my own lips. Fuck, he's cute.

I really can't deny my attraction to him; not that I've actually tried to lie to myself for the past month. But for the past year? Yeah, it took me a while to come to terms with it. There's nothing wrong with being gay; I've always known that. For some reason, though, I'm afraid to tell anyone that I think I'm bisexual.

I tried to fight it for a long time. The list of women I've been with is...extensive to say the least. And I did enjoy that, but I never let myself even consider any other possibility. That is, until I met Dr. Spencer Reid.

When he joined the BAU, he was shy and awkward, but man, he was the smartest person I'd ever met. He still is.

At first, I thought he was just adorable. The long hair, sweaters, and timidity made me more protective of him than anything else. But over the months, that started to change. I found myself wanting to be close to him. I wanted to hear him talk about anything. Once, I listened to him discuss the differences between sugar and aspartame for twenty minutes; I'm still not proud of that one.

"What are you smiling about?" a sleepy voice startles me from my memories.

"Nothing, Pretty Boy," I try to hide the embarrassment in my voice, but I can't stop the heat from reaching my cheeks when I meet his soft brown eyes.

"Okay, Derek. How much longer until we're back?" he asks with a yawn.

"I think another hour or so. Go back to sleep, Reid. I'll wake you up when we get back."

"Could you sit here with me? I'm kind of cold," Reid's cheeks flush a little.

"Of course." I sit down and he snuggles closer to me, laying his feet across my lap. I put my headphones back in and drift into a light sleep.

...

"Alright, guys, have a good night," Hotch waves at the rest of the team as he walks to the elevator.

"Hey, hold the door for me, Hotch. I'm heading out too," Rossi follows him out the door and leaves the rest of us in the bullpen, leaning against various desks.

"Ugh, thank God we have a couple days off after that one," Emily Prentiss runs her hand through her dark brown hair and collapses into the chair next to her desk.

"You can say that again. I need a drink. Anyone else up for it?" JJ's blue eyes sparkle as she raises her eyebrows at us.

"I'm in! We leaving now?" Emily doesn't even hesitate.

"Absolutely. The sooner I have tequila in me, the better," JJ grins and winks at her girlfriend.

Emily's cheeks flush, and I can't help but smile. The whole team has been insanely supportive of their relationship since they told us they were dating three months ago. We thought there might be some bureaucratic red tape to maneuver around, but it was much easier for them than expected. This team wouldn't be the same if either of them left, and their job performances hadn't changed, so we just kept moving forward.