The elder BAU agent stops on his way out the door, turning back to face the one who’d called on him. “Hm?” He spots Morgan sitting in the bullpen, behind a stack of papers, but at Rossi’s acknowledgment, he stands and motions him aside. “What’s going on, Derek?”
“It’s about Reid.” Morgan says. “He’s been… acting weird. Not sleeping well.”
Rossi’s eyes analyze him critically, obviously profiling for answers. “Should I ask why you know this? Did he tell you?”
Morgan shrugs, moves his hand to rub absently at a mark just barley evident under the collar of his shirt. Rossi has had suspicions, and more likely they are seeming. “I… just know, okay? I’m worried. I think he’s been having dreams about Tobias Hankel, none of them are good.” He explains, and while he doesn’t like leaking this rather decidedly private knowledge of Spencer Reid, he’s afraid he has no choice.
“Have you asked him about it?” Rossi suggests. “Maybe, maybe he’ll talk to you. Since he hasn’t to anyone else, to my knowledge.”
Morgan considers this, even though he’d already thought of it himself – hearing the same suggestion from someone he trusted solidified the idea. “I’ll work on it.” He says, nodding in thanks.
“However it is that you ‘just know’, don’t mess it up. It’s good for Reid, I think. Good for you. And don’t even make me get Garcia involved.” He nods in response and disappears around the corner before Morgan can respond.
Just in time for Reid to make his own appearance, too. “Hey, Pretty Boy.” Morgan greets, with a wide grin, as he slings an arm over the youngers shoulders. “We need to talk.”
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We Need To Talk
Date: 2010-01-23 06:20 am (UTC)The elder BAU agent stops on his way out the door, turning back to face the one who’d called on him. “Hm?” He spots Morgan sitting in the bullpen, behind a stack of papers, but at Rossi’s acknowledgment, he stands and motions him aside. “What’s going on, Derek?”
“It’s about Reid.” Morgan says. “He’s been… acting weird. Not sleeping well.”
Rossi’s eyes analyze him critically, obviously profiling for answers. “Should I ask why you know this? Did he tell you?”
Morgan shrugs, moves his hand to rub absently at a mark just barley evident under the collar of his shirt. Rossi has had suspicions, and more likely they are seeming. “I… just know, okay? I’m worried. I think he’s been having dreams about Tobias Hankel, none of them are good.” He explains, and while he doesn’t like leaking this rather decidedly private knowledge of Spencer Reid, he’s afraid he has no choice.
“Have you asked him about it?” Rossi suggests. “Maybe, maybe he’ll talk to you. Since he hasn’t to anyone else, to my knowledge.”
Morgan considers this, even though he’d already thought of it himself – hearing the same suggestion from someone he trusted solidified the idea. “I’ll work on it.” He says, nodding in thanks.
“However it is that you ‘just know’, don’t mess it up. It’s good for Reid, I think. Good for you. And don’t even make me get Garcia involved.” He nods in response and disappears around the corner before Morgan can respond.
Just in time for Reid to make his own appearance, too. “Hey, Pretty Boy.” Morgan greets, with a wide grin, as he slings an arm over the youngers shoulders. “We need to talk.”