Title: Hunter
Authour: prettychemistry
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Criminal Minds in any way, I only write these for entertainment.
Pairing: Reid/Morgan
Rating: FRT
Summary: A "missing scene" from Ep 3x17: In Heat. What if they did not find the clue leading them to look in youth hostels for the unsub? The team and local cops instead canvas gay establishments in the area. Morgan and Reid get lucky.

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Spencer sat at the bar, drinking a Coke, watching Morgan dancing flirtatiously with some young blond man. It was shocking how easily his colleague managed to fit in everywhere - even in a gay bar where they were searching for a serial killer. As Reid scanned the crowd, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

 

He turned, and almost yelped - there was the unsub, less than a foot from his face, caressing his arm. "Um, hi."

 

"I am Michael. Are you from here in Miami?" he asked, the soft German accent sounding fake only because he knew it was.

 

"No, actually. I'm from - I live in Virginia. I'm here on business. I'm Spencer," he replied, and managed to smile.

 

"I am on vacation myself. It is lovely here. What is it you do, Spencer?" The unsub took a seat on the stool next to his, giving him a welcoming smile.

 

"I'm an engineer. I came for a conference. I heard this was a, a good place to hang out." Reid offered. He wished he'd had more practice at flirting. He only hoped ‘Michael' wouldn't notice his gun, or his engineer story would be busted wide open.

 

He shouldn't have worried about that.

 

"Pretty boy, there you are," Morgan announced, slinging a possessive arm around Spencer's waist and kissing him firmly.

 

The moment their lips touched, something sparked. Every nerve ending in Spencer's body lit up. He tilted his head back, his hands coming to rest on muscular shoulders of their own free will. His own biology had yielded to Morgan's - he parted his lips at the first hint of intent, welcomed the older man's tongue with his own. In this humid, cloying, noisy place something about his world had shifted - he was learning something he had never known before.

 

And then it was over. Morgan had straightened and his absence felt cold. The unsub had moved on to new prey.

 

"You're not the bait, you're the hunter. Call Hotch while I keep an eye on this guy," Morgan instructed. Spencer went out to the patio to find a cell signal. There was no point in looking back. He knew Morgan wouldn't be.

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