Moreid, Sperek & Shematthew one-shots

Friday Clubbing

Spencer Reid:

I was sitting down in the chair in front of my desk, my eyes going over a file I'd been meaning to go over for months and never got around to it. Silence filled the bullpen, and of course it was a bit strange that Morgan had been sitting there working on a file on a Friday of all nights.

Morgan typically took Friday nights to go out to clubs and pick up women, something I had terrible troubles with, but not this Friday.

The clubs Morgan frequented were far from the ones I frequented, and my frequency isn't nearly as frequent as Morgan. If I'm not at one of the clubs I go to, to pick up men, I'm probably at home or working. Morgan goes every Friday, though. I don't. I only go when I'm feeling particularly frustrated. I limit myself to once every two months, if that. Most of the time, I don't even get around to it every two months.

But tonight, I was practically aching. I wanted to go out, it's been about four months, but something was off about Morgan. And it was absolutely driving me batty.

"Pretty boy," Morgan said, and I jumped, finally noticing that he was standing behind me.

"Sorry, Morgan." I said, my cheeks heating up as I turned around in my chair, and I looked up at him. Morgan was leaning back against the desk behind him, looking down at me thoughtfully.

"Do you want to go out tonight?" he asked, and I sighed deeply, and looked down at my lap.

Dammit, I can't say no, but I really wanted to get laid... I nodded silently, and stood up, closing the case file and putting it into my desk drawer. I locked the drawer and grabbed my messenger bag.

It was a silent ride down in the elevator, and I was feeling rather grumpy, but tried my best not to let it show. I hate that I can't tell Morgan no. something about the man just made it literally impossible. Maybe it was his deep eyes, or the sexy smirk he wore. Morgan made my insides warm, and my body is on edge.

What a wonderful day to decide to invite me out... I thought grumpily as I slumped into the car. A few minutes later we pulled into the club parking lot and we stopped, parked, and got out.

I was so desperate to get laid; I just... want to be touched. The line into the club was short, and thankfully we got in quickly. I couldn't wait to just get a drink and maybe I'd sneak off into the bathroom with some guy and suck him off... maybe. Hopefully.

We sat down at the bar, and moments later, we were both served beers. "What case were you reading?" he asked me, and I looked up.

"It was a case I was interested in from a long time ago." I said smoothly, not answering. "It doesn't matter." I looked down and took a small sip of my beer.

"Well, you must've been pretty ingrained in what you were reading because you didn't even know I was behind you." He said, and I shrugged.

"The light is in front of me, therefore creating a shadow behind me, not in front of me." I said logically, and Morgan rolled his eyes. "Leave it to you to know the exact place where the light in the bullpen casts a shadow." He said sarcastically, and looked down at the bar.

"It's just l..." I trailed off, as someone sat next to me. I looked up, and saw a handsome man looking down at me. I immediately watched him closely.

"What are you drinking?" he asked me, and I blushed, and looked down at my beer which only had a sip taken from it.

"Just a beer." I said, and he smirked easily.

"I'll buy you a new one." He said, and I smiled softly, looking over the man appreciatively. Muscles, strong jaw-line, and pretty blue eyes the man was certainly a looker. Why he was picking me up made no sense, but I didn't question it much. It's just a beer, and it's unlikely that I'll leave with him since Morgan is here.