~Moreid Oneshots~

Usual [angst]

Tw: attempted SA, Roofies,

It was unusual for Spencer to be out this late. His brain was often too concentrated on alll the cases he'd seen where the vic was blitzed while walking home. But it was an unusual night after all.

The Team had been working on a case right in DC, so when one of the LEOs turned out to be a former hookup, he wasn't too surprised.

What really surprised him was the way the LEO acted around him. Spencer didn't even know his name, but he sure knew Spencer.

Little love letters and small gifts began appearing by his bag. At first, he thought it might've had something to do with the case but when he asked Garcia, she just laughed it off and said that an officer probably has a crush on him.

To say his feeling were conflicted would be an understatement. He should love being admired, right? Or at least appreciate it. But whenever he'd see a tiny package with his things, he wanted to throw up.

Gladly, the case was over and he didn't have to deal with that anymore. The 24 hour bars would usually be winding down by now, letting Spencer enjoy the drinks while not getting overwhelmed.

He looked for an open bar, the only one he could find was something you can only describe as a dumpster filled with glowsticks.

The thought of leaving and buying cheap wine at a convenience store wiggled into his mind, but he rejected it, going into the club.

He hastily located the bar and sat down on a stool. The bartender was a man of few words, giving Spencer's drink without any riff-rafe.

"Spencer?" A familiar voice said, making Reid whip his head around. He quickly spotted the source of the voice, none other than Derek Morgan.

"Derek?" Spencer wanted to be happy to see his friend, but this interruption threw a wrench in his plans of time to think and wallowing in self-pity.

The older man slide into the barstool next to Spencer, putting a brightly colored drink on the bar and faced Reid.

"What're you doing here?"  Spencer asked, pretty stupidly since it was a club and he was talking to THE Derek Morgan, famous ladies man of the BAU.

"Just getting some drinks, the usual,"He shrugged, more intrigued by what the young docter was doing. "What about you?"

"Um, just trying to get my mind of things," Spencer focused on his drink, swirling it around as he tried to forget the strange LEO. The thought to tell Morgan flashed across his mind, but be instantly nixed that idea. He'd regret that sooner than he'd expect.

"Oh yeah, I'll be right back," Morgan said, distracted as he eyed a blonde from the dance floor. As he went over to dance, Spencer stayed in his seat, staring at his the pitiful remains of his drink.

Suddenly, a small shot came his way.
Assuming Derek had gotten it for him, he gulped it down quickly. The familiar burn that spread through his chest warmed the chill that seeped into his bones, though only for a momment.

"Hey, who's that from?" Derek suddenly came back, sitting back down and looking around for someone eyeing Spencer.

"It wasn't from you?" He asked, worry creeping into him as he ran through all the possibilities that could've happened.

"No, did the bartender tell you who it was from?" Morgan got up in front of Spencer, checking his eyes as best he could in the low lights of the club.

"How about we get you home?" Morgan asked, offering his arm out for support in more ways than one.  Spencer nodded, a dizziness washing over him