Criminal

The First Night

The team is tense with anticipation as we make our way to the grocery store where the suspect works. As we pull into the grocery store, we try to spread out so as to not seem alarming. A man who fits the description is putting the carts back in their usual area. He eyes Reid and I, who are working towards him. He must notice the hidden gun on the side of Reid's pants, because he looks down, then up again, and then makes a bolt. Reid and I sprint after him, calling for backup along the way. The man makes his way into a restaurant parking lot before we catch up to him.
He turns around with a look of defeat as Reid and I hold our guns at eye level. "Don't shoot. I'm sorry! I saw the news, I know I fit the description, but I didn't do it!" I lower my gun and pull out handcuffs. My first time handcuffing someone feels bitter-sweet.
Morgan takes the man in for questioning and even through the window I can tell that Morgan is really good at manipulating people to get answers. After about an hour of questioning, a reasonable alibi and us realizing that this man has no psychopathic tendencies, we let him go.
Finally, time to check into the hotel. The hotel is impressive, almost as impressive as the jet we flew on earlier. It's ten thirty at night and all I want to do is relax. There's mini bottles of alcohol in the fridge and so I help myself to a few. And then a few more. I realize that I'm not just a little buzzed, I'm drunk. I hear a knock on the door and I stumble over to the door in my oversized t shirt and short shorts not sure of who I'll see.
Morgan. "Hey Hun I wanted to-" he stops himself and eyes me suspiciously. "Are you drunk?" "Hey I'm off the clock", I say slurring my words a bit. Morgan takes one look at me and laughs. "Now that's a smart woman." Morgan walks out briefly and comes back with some more bottles of alcohol from his room. "Guess I better catch up with you then." Morgan takes a few shots and pretty soon we're talking and laughing louder than we should be in a fancy hotel like this. Morgan might be more drunk than I am. He gets up, saying something about how he should probably get to bed. I look at the time, and it's about midnight. I get up and stumble over my chair. Morgan grabs my arm to make sure I don't fall and I reach for him. The next thing I know, we're making out. He has a hand on my lower back and one reaching around my shoulders. His lips are soft, and somehow gentle yet strong. Kissing someone drunk, I've discovered, is enjoyable. Sex with someone drunk is even better.
I wake up at five a.m. to a pounding headache and a pounding in the door. Morgan's body is pressed against mine as the big spoon. I slowly slide out from under Morgan's arm and tiptoe to the door. I open it to see Emily. "Hey, there were two killings last night, we have to get a head start." Emily says with sleep in her eyes. I close the door more so that she can't see that Morgan is in my bed. "Hey have you seen Morgan by the way?" Hearing Morgan's name makes my heartbeat go faster. "No, why would I have seen him?" I say sharply. "I don't know... anyway, we're meeting in ten minutes in the board room." Emily walks away after her final statement.
I climb back in bed and kiss Morgan on the nose. He smiles and then slowly opens his eyes. "That was close, Foster" he smirks. I frown. "I know." My voice getting somber, "If Hotchner ever found out-" he stops me, "he won't. This will be our secret." Secrets aren't my thing but taking one look at Morgan's deep brown eyes makes me say, "Okay."