consciousness- MoReid

one

a/n: okay so this is only my second attempt at writing something, so i'm not sure how well this will go. if anyone's even gonna read this, thanks (:

Reid's POV
It was a Friday morning like any other. I walked down to the subway, which I take to work pretty much every morning. Its not that I can't drive or don't want to, I simply enjoy observing others just going about their lives. Anyhow, I walk into the BAU, greeting JJ and Prentiss on my way over to my desk. I start to unpack my things and go to start on some of the paperwork I had left on my desk on Friday, as I look over to see Morgan who just dropped his coffee mug trying to wipe up the mess off of the ground.

I walk over to help him and when he sees me reach for the paper towel, he chuckles a bit, "you don't have to help, Im just clumsy sometimes" he says looking back down at the now smaller mess. "Why wouldn't I help a good friend out?" I reply in a rhetorical fashion. he lets out another small laugh and stands back up to throw away the paper towel. I give him a small smile and make my way back over to my desk, just as Hotch calls me into his office. I can't remember messing anything up so I'm not too worried, but I do receive some raised eyebrows from my colleagues as I walk past them up the steps.

"Close the door", is what Hotch says before turning around and going to sit down. Maybe I am a bit worried now. "What's going on? Did I do something wrong?", I ask sitting down across from him. "No. No, that's not why I called you in...", he looks down at the papers on his desk, "I'm worried about you Reid", he says looking back up at me. Now this did come as a shock to me, as was beginning to wonder how much he knows about what happened at Tobias Hankles'.

"What are you talking about?", I ask with a slight nervous chuckle. "Listen... I know he drugged you and... I know there's a high risk of addiction, especially when it comes to high and rapid doses of dilaudid, so... if there's anything you've been feeling, any urges or anything of that kind, I want you to tell me." I did want to tell him. I wanted to tell him about all of if, but I just can't loose this job and
this family. "Honestly Hotch, I feel fine. I'll come to you if anything does start to change, I promise.", I gave him a reassuring smile. He gave me a small smile, "okay good. Thank you for being so cooperative about this."

Walking out of his office, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I felt terrible about keeping this from all of them, but I know it's for the best, because this is only temporary. I look over to Morgan, catch his eye and my stomach flips. He gives me a questioning look but just smile and shake my head, to which he responds with a soft smile.

Oh, that's right. I forgot to mention I'm gay and crushing pretty hard on Derek Morgan.

a/n i know this ones very short but that's all i could crank into this one. next ones will be longer and (hopefully) better (: