For My Love {Dark! Morgan x Ried}

A Pink Rosebud

{Ried}

I step out of the elevator and watch in confusion as my coworkers crowd around my desk.

What are they looking at?

I crane my neck to see what's so fascinating about my work space as I approach the small cluster of some of my closest colleagues.

Morgan is the first to notice I'm there, he's sitting on the edge of my desk and grins like an idiot when he sees me. I feel a ping of irritation that he so carelessly shoved around my papers and made a mess of my neat desk but I quickly dismiss it in light of more urgent matters. Like why in the hell they're crowded at my desk in specific.

"Hey there lover boy." He greeted me, a playful grin clear on his handsome face.

"What-" I started but he cut me off.

"No no no. Don't try to play me kid, now tell us who sent them." He laughed, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Garcia stood next to him, with JJ and Emily both beside her, all looking at me waiting for my answer.

"Someone sent me something?" I asked, obviously confused. I didn't order anything so I shouldn't have anything, right?

"Well someone brought you those flowers. And as far as I know, they don't just appear over night kid." He teased.

Flowers?

"Guys, I'm sorry to disappoint you but this is obviously a mistake. I mean, I didn't order any flowers and no one I know would send me something like that." I said, looking at my friends who stared at me skeptically.

"Ried, sweetheart, you can tell us." Garcia said in an attempt to coarse me into giving it up, obviously not believing me.

"Wait, so do you really not know who sent them?" Emily asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"Guys, I really don't!" I responded, somewhat frustrated at this point.

"Whoa kid, calm down!" Morgan said, his playful grin falling at the frustration in my voice.

I didn't respond and moved past them to get to my seat, finally catching sight of the flowers they'd been teasing me about. In all honesty, the arrangement was quite beautiful but I didn't want to tell them that.

It was a collection of pale pink roses arranged nicely with baby's breath and another small pink flower to accompany it, wrapped in a cellophane casing and tied with a pink ribbon into a neat bow. The person who sent it, obviously put a lot of effort into putting it together.

It's almost sweet.

Except I didn't ask for it and I don't know who sent it or how they knew which desk was mine.

"It's kinda sweet though." JJ commented, smiling along with Garcia who nodded excitedly.

"Our baby has a secret admirer!" She all but swooned, her short blonde pigtails bouncing along with her in her excitement.

"Isn't it a little concerning that he doesn't know who it's from?" Emily butts in, looking a little worried.

"Pfft, details details." Garcia scoffed playfully.

"So the kid has a secret admirer, what's wrong with that?" Morgan replied, obviously not concerned in the slightest.

"See! Even Derek thinks it's sweet! Our little genius is finally gonna have a special someone. Oh, I can't wait to see little baby geniuses running around." Garcia gushed, already in her own little world.

"Now, that is disturbing." Morgan laughed, pushing himself off my desk.

"C'mon baby girl, let's leave him be so his special someone doesn't think we're moving in on their man." He joked and him and Garcia walked off in the direction of the coffee station.

JJ went off to tend to something else and Emily returned to her own desk, across from mine, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I quickly set to work in tidying up my work space, arranging my stack of papers into back into a neat stack rather than the pile Morgan had made when he knocked them over.

I fixed my pens to be in a neater order as well and picked up the bouquet off of my keyboard, setting it to the side of my desk. A single pink rosebud was left on the keyboard, resting on the black key, obstructing the white 'H' printed on it.

I stared at it, twirling it around in my fingers as if any amount of staring would give me the answers I'm searching for. I concentrated on the feeling of the stem rolling in fingertips as I contemplated the meaning of the gift.

A pink rosebud.

It's used to symbolize new love and in some cases, friendship. Flower language has been used for centuries as a vital role in courtships. Roses in specific have been proven to be the most common of these flowers, used to express feelings of love and admiration for another.

But who could have left it?

And why me, of all people? I'm not really one for romantic endeavors , let alone have I ever been courted before in my entire life. I don't talk to many people either, only my fellow team members at the B.A.U and others involved in my work.

So who?

The only people who have access to my desk would be the people working here and possible visitors such as repair men or deliver workers. Unsurprisingly, that's a rather long list of people to work through.

An idea struck me suddenly and I began sifting through the papers on my desk, searching for it. I didn't find it in the stack and moved on to another. I ended up finding it in my bottom desk drawer, hidden under a few files.

Of course, they'd leave a note after going through all the effort to get such a detailed a flower arrangement!

The note was sealed in a pale pink envelope, matching the color of the flowers perfectly. The black ink contrasted against the pastel paper starkly, drawing my eyes to it quickly.  In neat, cursive handwriting my first name was written elegantly.

I flipped it over carefully, using the silver letter opener JJ had gotten me last Christmas to open it smoothly. I pulled out a crisp sheet of heavier, off white, eggshell colored parchment paper. Once opened, I ran my eyes down the note, using my finger to keep my place as I moved down the page.

My love,

I hope you enjoyed the flowers I sent you. I spent a long time trying to figure out which ones to get. None of them seemed good enough. I ended up taking the florist's suggestion and running with it. She seemed like she knew what she was doing. I've been wanting to get you something special for awhile now, so you know how much I care for you.

Love, your future husband.

I stared at the piece of parchment, long after I'd already read it. Is this person serious?

Future husband?

So it's a man? I would've bet on it being a woman with the attention to detail and delicate style of the gift and cursive lettering on the envelope and letter itself.

I decided to put it away so I could avoid any further teasing from my peers.I carefully folded the letter, sliding it back into its envelope and tucking it into my satchel but not before slipping the rosebud inside with the letter at the last second.

After I effectively hid the letter, I went to go get a coffee to clear my mind. As I poured my drink, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a chill run down my spine as I felt eyes on me. But when I turned around, no one seemed to be watching me.

In fact, no one even seemed to notice I was at the coffee station. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own little worlds, chatting with each other and those who weren't chatting were working diligently at their desks.

Maybe no one's watching me after all...

I'm sure I'm just paranoid from the gift and letter.

A/N: I saw that there aren't many fanfics for Criminal Minds on here and decided to make my own for my otp with the series. Let me know what you think in the comments! :)