Endgame | ᴍᴏʀᴇɪᴅ

Why Is It Always Prentiss?

Morgan watched as Reid sped through another book, his brows furrowed and eyes concentrated. His fingers running down the page like he always does while reading.

"Planning another prank?" Rossi asked the muscular agent.

"What?" Morgan blinked, looking at Rossi who was sitting next to Reid.

"Well you're staring at the kid," Rossi shrugged.

"I zoned out man," he chuckled, hoping it wasn't anything too obvious. Rossi only gave him a look before returning to his magazine. Morgan sighed and scrolled through the different albums before deciding on one of the songs. he relaxed against his seat listening to the music and the lyrics.

Morgan couldn't help but question what was next. They had kissed and Morgan liked it, a lot. He like Spencer a lot. But now what? He was so lost when he never had been before in these types of situations. It was different with Spencer and all he really knew was that Morgan didn't want to hurt him. Morgan sneaked another look at the younger and as if feeling Morgan's eyes, Spencer's lifted from the page. Spencer smiled small and he returned the smile.

Derek felt awkward being like this in front of everyone. Obviously, no one could know they were doing whatever it is that this was because of regulations and second, he was pretty sure neither of them actually knew what they were doing currently. Looking down at his phone, he figured it was smart to just text him instead of staring at him like a creep.

Morgan: You plan on sleeping this flight?

Spencer looked perplexed as he went to check his vibrating phone. His eyes flicked to Morgan for a second before going to answer.

Pretty Boy: Not sure, I'm not that tired right now. Are you?

Morgan: Not sure either. But I'm bored.

Pretty Boy: Read a book.

Morgan: I'd rather read you.

Pretty Boy: I'm sure you've profiled me before. No need to do it again.

Morgan: Fine, then I'd rather just stare at you.

Pretty Boy: Well I hope you don't. We're surrounded by profilers, Morgan.

Morgan: Relax, I was kidding.

Pretty Boy: Oh.

Morgan: I'll stare at you in private then.

Morgan found pleasure in watching Spencer's cheeks reddened, seemingly flustered. Morgan grinned as the younger shot him a dirty look.

Pretty Boy: Go to sleep. You'll be jet-lagged.

Morgan: Take your own advice too.

Pretty Boy: Fine I will.

Spencer put his phone down and looked at the page number in his book before slouching comfortably against his seat and shutting his eyes. Morgan chuckled and turned his phone off, also attempting to get some sleep.

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Once they arrived and the crime scenes were investigated, they profiled as much as they could but couldn't make an arrest yet because they didn't have an ID on the unsub, simply the profile.

"We'll meet tomorrow at 8 am," Hotch told everyone as they headed up to their hotel rooms. Morgan entered his room and immediately threw his shirt off, wanting nothing more than a shower. He frowned at the multiple doors and opened the first one to the right, figuring it'd make sense to have the bathroom be next to the closet. He opened the door and was shocked to see Reid shirtless.