Fingertips | Spencer Reid

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: what's your favourite colour?

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Sunday rolled by and after a week full of work, Reid just wanted to stay at home and lazy around, maybe read a book or two and watch a movie.

He was just dozing off into an after-lunch nap when the doorbell to his apartment rang. Still not fully awake, he made his way to the door, opening it without checking who had bothered his sleep.

"Woah, you look like shit man" Derek looked him up and down. His hair was messier than usual and seeing the Doctor in non-formal clothes was weird. Morgan had always imagined that Reid wore a tie even in his house.

"Morgan?" he frowned "What are you doing here?"

"We're going out"

"Have fun" the younger tried to close his door.

"No no no no no... I don't think you understood" Derek placed his foot in front of him, not letting the door close "We-" he pointed at Reid and himself "are going out"

Spencer just rolled his head back with a groan "I really don't want to, Morgan"

"Oh, but I didn't ask" he said before pushing his way in, taking the boy by the arm taking him to where he remembered the bedroom was "Now, get dressed. You really don't want me to do that myself, do ya?"

"No"

"Good, neither do I!" he clapped his hands "Hurry up"

About thirty minutes later, the two agents were walking through the street to an unknown location for the Doctor.

He only realised where they were heading to when they were in front of the building.

"You have to be kidding me"

Morgan smirked looking back at the boy.

"I told you I am not participating in this!"

"Live a little man. Just look at the art!"

"I can't just look at the art! I know what you will be doing in the meantime and you just made me accomplice!"

The man laughed at the boy in distress "Reid, relax" he patted his back "Now, let's go in. I am actually quite interested in what type of art she does. I saw a lot of pamphlets around talking about this, so it might actually be pretty cool"

"Oh Jesus..." Spencer worried "This is going to end bad... I'm not good at pretending"

The two of them walked into the gallery and Morgan instantly felt like he had chosen the wrong clothing: everyone there was wearing suits and cocktail dresses, as if this were some sort of fancy party for high society.

Being the way he is, Derek went back to minding his own business, looking over at the paintings along with trying to spot the girl he had been there for. Spencer on the other hand, completely forgot about the real reason he was there.

He was utterly impressed with the art displayed in the room, reading all of the comments on the pieces to know the story behind each of them, analysing the strokes of the brush and the different techniques used. Most of the backgrounds and rough details of the pieces were definitely made with bare hands, only the precise ones being made with actual painting brushes.

Spencer couldn't help but remember a time in his early teenage years where he tried painting with his hands, to see what it felt like: a few kids in high school would do it and say how amazing it was. Needless to say, he didn't see why it was.