Title: Anything
By: inkashes
Pairing: Reid/Moragn
Rating: NC-17
Warning: sort of WiP, but is made up of a series of semi-one-off drabbles
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own anything to do with Criminal Minds. This is purely my imagination at work here.
AN: These are mostly adorable blippets of Reid and Morgan. Trust me, I plan some darker, heavier stuff - but I also equally enjoy the fluffier, funnier stuff.
Summary: 100 Theme Challenge - Mostly Reid/Morgan blippets based on one hundred different themes. Every story is connected in the same 'verse. Watch our two favourite profilers go through the movements of betrayal, discovery, loss, and of course: love.

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[ 70. 67% ]

Those large, mocha-coloured hands have a crushing weight on his hips but Spencer's always welcomed it. They keep him steady. Those hands keep him grounded. He doesn't want to think about what would happen if he ever lost that grip. Maybe that's why he does what he does best... and runs his mouth when silence is perfectly acceptable for the moment.

"Do you know that sixty-seven percent of office relationships end badly?"

Derek Morgan's mouth forms a firm line, just inches away from claiming Spencer's lips for his own. A frown creases in his forehead and he draws his head back, as if he's studying the man he's possessively holding on to.

"Is that so, kid?" They both know what Spencer's really trying to say.

There's a sixty-seven percent chance that Spencer's heart is going to be broken - and the young profiler doesn't know if he can handle it.

With a gulp and a nod, Spencer doesn't say anything else.

"In school, sixty-seven percent is a D. I think we're safe, Spencer."

Spencer opens his mouth, ready to state that 'thirty-three percent is even lower than sixty-seven, so their odds aren't looking up'. But then he realizes what Derek's trying to say without really saying it.

There's a sixty-seven percent chance that Spencer's going to break Derek's heart.

A smile forms across the younger agent's mouth and he leans forward to finish that kiss. "Yeah, I think we're safe too."

[ 06. Break Away ]

There's snow on the ground. It's always fascinated Reid, from his very first winter in a region where Christmas isn't Christmas without snow. The young man, carrying more degrees than most people a decade older then him did, isn't as jaded as everyone else. Those that have lived here all their lives walk by him cursing the snow. Angry that they didn't choose an SUV with four-wheel drive over their compact, little gas-savers.

This is why he loves coming to Chicago - aside from the fact that Derek's mother always stuffs him full of ham and mashed potatoes and a lot of sweets. He loves sugar and Derek's always quick to mention how he nearly puts himself into a diabetic-coma every morning when he makes his coffee.

There. There it is, what he's been waiting for from his perch within the large bay window in the Morgan Household. He can barely make out the group of men but Spencer knows that Derek's among them. The Annual Christmas Eve Basketball Game. It's nothing official, Derek's mother told him before Derek left that afternoon. A group of boys from the old neighborhood meet up at night, and play basketball in the snow. Reid would have gone with with Derek, he wanted to go, but he wanted to help with wrapping the presents for tomorrow morning.

So he's been waiting for Derek to come back and it's nearly midnight. Finally, he breathes out before he jumps up and pulls the front door open. His heart feels like it's lifting up and soaring; the way Derek can make him feel like a little kid everytime he thinks about him. It's a feeling of emotion that the Genius had never felt before meeting the older man. It makes him feel normal and then, at the same time, more than that. Because he isn't normal. Normal didn't cover the love he felt aching in his chest for Derek Morgan, nor did it cover how lucky he was to have that love in return.

As his bare feet hit the snow, Spencer races across the yard towards Derek - who breaks away from the group to come and meet his best friend. His lover. His existence.

[ 89. Through the Fire ]

This is one of those moments where Reid wishes that he was so naturally inclined to danger. Somehow it always finds him, Somehow he always finds it. Like lightning to a metal rod. Like the moth to the flame, he thinks with the irony casting across his mind.

The ceiling is making a dangerous sound as if it's ready to collapse on top of him. The walls are already crumbling - and it's so hot. Unbearably so. Reid thinks he might be sweating even as his knees draw closer to his chest and his eyes slam shut at the sound of shouting. Too far away. Too late.

The fire is wreaking its havoc and it'll take him as its next victim. It'll burn across his flesh and proclaim it selfvictor over Dr. Spencer Reid and there's no escaping that.

His lungs are clogged. His eyes are watery and red. Reid's going to die.

But then, through the fire he sees a form moving. Beating all of the odds, Reid realizes that Morgan is there. More shouting reaches his ears but it's faint and he can't make out the words.

"Sixty-seven percent chance..." He whispers to himself

Strong arms wrap around him. Reid is tugged against an impossibly strong chest.

"Thirty-three percent chance we'll make it, but I'm more than a number." That familiar voice says to him. "I've got you, baby. This isn't ending today."

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[ 69. Annoyance ]

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It isn't always perfect. Dr. Spencer Reid knows this. Sometimes there are days when he feels like he's standing at the edge of a cliff and all it takes is one thing - and he's falling forward, no longer able to keep his head up. He's falling, falling, and when he crashes things get ugly.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Today is one of those days. It's something small. Something that doesn't even matter - but it pushes him over that proverbial edge.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Derek won't stop tapping his pen against his desk. It's annoying. It's distracting. It's driving Spencer absolutely bat-shit crazy.

Tap. Tap. TAPPITY TAPPITY TAP TAP.

"Stop." He hisses the word out after five long minutes of the same thing, over and over again, being drilled into his head.

Tap. Tap. Ta-

Derek glances up but instead of shooting back at his boyfriend in the same tone, there's a grin on his face. "It's about time you noticed. Pretty Boy, it's time for lunch. Come on."

Spencer blanches. His earth-coloured eyes widen and his jawline trembles, mouth dropping open. "You went through all of that just to get my attention? Why didn't you just ask me like a normal person?"

Derek stands up and nods his head towards the doors that lead into the bull pen. "Let's go. I'm starving."

Tap. Tap. Ta- broken pen.

[ 05. Seeking Solace ]

There's always a beginning to every story and Derek's been patiently waiting for his. Not the story of his life. Not the story of his career at the FBI. The beginning to his love story. Sure, there have been girls. Sure, there have been nights of amazing sex. Sure, there have been second dates and phone calls - but nothing that screams of love.

It's night. It's raining. All of the lights in his house are turned off save for the light in his bedroom. So why is there a knock at the door? His bedroom sits at the back of the house and anyone coming over would think that no one was home. Was someone lost? Had someone's car broken down?

One might think that Derek would be cautious, opening up his front door to, most likely, a complete stranger. Weren't all FBI Agents cautious? Not Derek. He undoes the latch, unlocks the handle, and pulls the door open.

To reveal a soaking wet, shivering Dr. Spencer Reid.

The kid's lips are tinged blue. He's quivering like a lost and frightened puppy.

"Pretty Boy, what are you doing here?"

Reid's teeth chatter. "Power's out. Drove here. Cold."

Derek doesn't have to ask anything else. He simply pulls the door further open and grants the younger man entrance. There are droplets of water clinging to his long hair. His cheek bones stand out in such stark relief. With wet fabric clinging to him and that 'in need of rescuing' look to him... Derek feels a stirring in his stomach.

The beginning.

[ 31. Flowers ]

Flowers. Not just any flowers - but colorful, bright flowers of every assortment - and they're sprayed across Spencer's head. As if someone's thrown flower-confetti all over him. Derek can't decide if he wants to laugh or feel sorry for his lover.

"Penelope did it."

There's a pout to Spencer's voice as he says this; as if it's the most awful thing that's ever happened to him.

Derek tries to stifle his laughter. He honestly tries - and he fails, horribly.

"You fell asleep in her office again, didn't you?"

Spencer's shoulders sag. His bottom lip sticks out. He's sulking.

Derek finds it amazingly attractive despite the situation. Despite the defeated look on Spencer's face. "If it's any consolation, you look good, baby."