#moreid week

[tabbystardust]

“Mistletoe” by tabbystardust [AO3]

For @moreid-week prompt “Holidays”

Sneaky Penelope has put mistletoe all around the BAU Christmas party... ;)

This is for @ladykatiekay. Happy Holidays dear!

[tabbystardust]

“Research” by tabbystardust [AO3]

Morgan and Reid secretly making out doing research in the archive room.

For @moreid-week prompt “Trying to keep the relationship a secret”

[moreid-week]

Moreid Week 2016 Prompts

Sunday, December 18th: Trying to keep the relationship a secret

They’re in love, but they’re not quite ready to tell someone yet (parents? siblings? non-FBI friends? the BAU gang? it’s up to you) but let’s face it, it’s not easy keeping something like this a secret.

Monday, December 19th: Long nights

It’s 4 or 5 in the morning, why are they still up?

Tuesday, December 20th: Undercover as a gay couple and falling in love for real

It started out as a simple mission, but feelings are making it way more complicated. What shenanigans do Spencer and Derek end up getting into as they fall for each other?

Wednesday, December 21st: Coming out to the team

They’ve decided it’s time to tell the team. How do they do it, and how does the gang at the BAU react?

Thursday, December 22nd: AU

Coffee shop? Hogwarts? Vaguely (or extremely) inappropriate student/teacher relationship? Wanna throw them into another TV show or movie you love? Pick your favorite AU, imagine our boys in it, and let your brain go wild.

(If you’re having a hard time coming up with one, your mod found this list that should help!)

Friday, December 23rd: First time______

Their first time doing something together, from ice skating, to apple picking, to sex.

Saturday, December 24th: Holidays

From the mainstream like Christmas and Halloween to the most obscure or ridiculous one you can find (and there are some ridiculous ones, believe me), or maybe even make up one of your own. What are Derek and Spencer doing to mark the occasion?

[moreid-week]

I plan on putting out the prompts list tomorrow, so if you have a suggestion, please send it in ASAP!

[moreid-week]

Your mod is a bit of a forgetful idiot.

I’ve had some family stuff going on and despite picking out the dates for this years Moreid Week, I completely forgot to actually come on here, change the dates in the description and announce that I’m taking prompt suggestions until someone sent me an ask.

This year the dates are December 18th to December 24th, though as usual I’ll accept prompt fills til at least January 1st.

If you have prompt suggestions, I’d love to hear them!

I’m so, so, sorry I forgot to actually make the announcement post.

[tabbystardust]

I was thinking about the @moreid-week honeymoon prompt and there’s two scenarios I can see happening (and how I would write it if I could)

#1 They get called on a case and Morgan & Reid have to cancel their plans at the last minute. The closest thing to a honeymoon they get is tiredly making out in the hotel room at the end of each day.

#2 They go on a honeymoon trip. Reid gets kidnapped (of course) and Morgan has to call in the team to help find him.

Or I guess it could be both if they reschedule after #1. :P

Anyway, how do you imagine a Morgan/Reid honeymoon? Where would they go? What would they do?

[fluffduckling]

MoReid Week Day 1 -- First Meeting -- Untitled

This may be expanded upon.

First days were never good days. The butterflies woke him up and often it led to bricks settling with the cereal he would eat for breakfast and shortly followed by the need to throw up everything and quit the day until sunrise tomorrow. But some things just needed to be done and this was one of those things.

An FBI agent. He was an FBI agent. That is, if he could keep his legs from turning to jelly underneath him long enough to not fall down the stairs and break his neck on the first day.

Pushing his hair down for the eighth time since six fifteen, when he’d slicked it back, Spencer Reid, brand new probationary agent under the Behavioral Analysis Unit in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, began his thirty minute commute to Quantico, Virginia.

Spencer fiddled with his messenger bag and tried to straighten every potential wrinkle in his sweater vest that he could comprehend as he stood, holding onto a pole with one hand, swaying forward and back with the motions of the train. His tie knot was smoothed over and made to look nice again and again and his scuffed tennis shoes that probably were not the best thing to wear to a professional job were not as scuffed as they could have been, since Spencer had spent the better half of the night before scrubbing them to look nice. They were his nicest pair, of course.

The short walk from the metro station to the Bureau headquarters was spent grasping his bag in a white knuckled grip, his fingers turning cold with the lack of blood flow. The butterflies from early morning had returned, somehow crawling from beneath the bricks and floating to the top of the lake of lactose-free milk and soggy Lucky Charms in his stomach. It was not a pleasant combination of feelings.

Everyone Spencer passed on the street were staring at him and judging his appearance, scoffing at his shoes or laughing at his wrinkled sweater vest, jokes were made about his dorky glasses too big for his face, and even his hair couldn’t escape ridicule. He knew he should have invested in an iron for his vests, but then he would need an ironing board and who had the time for that? His hair kept flopping in front of his eyes, because the wind had decided to start up just in the last few feet of his trek and now Spencer was trying to straighten his hair out once more this morning. He really wanted to make a good impression with his new coworkers.

The inside of the building was immaculate. People milled about or rushed to the elevators and Spencer glanced at his watch, only to become one of those sort, tapping the up button thirty times and tapping their foot while their hands became idle with the folders or their briefcase they were holding.

The ride up the floors was spent in a daze and Spencer took the chance to take a few deep breaths and mentally prepare himself for a normal day, just with new people. He had already done the hard part of passing the classes. Now he just had to meet his new friends. Because they would be friends. Hopefully.

Gideon’s office would be in the back, just past the large glass doors that he wouldn’t be able to miss once he departed the elevator, Gideon had told him. Then his boss, Special Supervisory Agent Aaron Hotchner would be just next door, to the right. He could do this. It’s just like talking to his professors about homework. He did it all the time. It was a breeze.

The glass doors were spectacular, with the FBI emblem frosted onto them and so clean Spencer was a bit hesitant to even touch the handles in fear of smudging them. The office on the other side wasn’t the beehive of activity that he had been expecting. There were certainly enough micro cubicles for there to be a cacophony of noise from hard working employees, but the place was practically empty. A lone man was sat at one of the first cubicles, working at the computer and not even looking as if he had heard Spencer enter.

Thankful for that small grace, Spencer quickly made his way to the far side of the office, where he could see the private offices lining the wall. Of course, not all things could go his way and half-way there Spencer tripped over a stray cord and nearly fell onto his face. Righting himself quickly, and discreetly glancing back at the nameless computer drone, Spencer hastened his speed, but not without keeping an eye on where his feet lay.

He could see Gideon’s name on one of the plaques on the wall next to one of the doors as he made his way past them. Aaron Hotchner’s door was next. The window had blinds covering it and they were shut, but Spencer could see a light on it and so he took a few seconds to breathe again before knocking.

“Come in,” a muffled voice Spencer could just hear replied. Spencer entered on nervous knees.

“Ah, Spencer! Right on time.” Gideon was sitting at a chair in front of the desk of his employer, a stern looking man, not too young and not too old. Experienced. “I was just talking with Aaron about you. Come sit down for a moment.”

“I wanted to be a little early, in case the trains were late.” Spencer almost, almost tripped over his own shoes, but he held it together long enough to sit like a normal person in the second chair.

“Like I was saying,” Gideon began, turning back to Aaron. “Doctor Reid will be an invaluable addition to our team. His mind is top notch and we’re lucky to have talked Strauss into nabbing him.”

Spencer felt his face flush a dark red, still not used to being praised so openly like Gideon did. It was embarrassing.

“It’s very good to meet you, Doctor Reid,” Aaron Hotchner said. He leant forward in his chair and held his hand out. “Gideon won’t shut up about you.”

“It’s very nice to meet you finally too, Sir.” Spencer bit his tongue and cheek and shook Mr. Hotchner’s hand. He could feel Gideon’s eyes on him as he did and when the greeting was over, he started to discreetly scratch his palm with his middle finger. He tried to hide it by holding his bag in his lap.

“We have an early start today, Doctor Reid. I’ll show you to your desk and then we have a meeting in the second to last office down the hall. It’s the only room with a round table. The rest of our Unit will be milling about, I’m sure. We can introduce you at the meeting.” Mr. Hotchner stood and Gideon stood as well, so Spencer jumped to his feet, not wanting to be waited on. The two men began walking out the door and Spencer followed after them, holding onto his bag in a vice grip once again. His right hand was hurting already from the scratching.

In the large office space now, instead of the still nameless computer drone, a man with large arms and a dark complexion was standing at one of the computer desks and talking with a pale woman who sat on top of the desk. She smiled when she saw Spencer. That got the man to look over.

And that’s what finally got Spencer to trip up and fall flat on his face after failing to notice the three steps down into the dugout floor, too invested in the face of the man with the big arms and the bigger smile. Everyone around him jumped and Gideon and the woman were crouching down to help him up within seconds.

Spencer, as soon as his nose hit the floor, began spouting off apologies and thanking the woman for grabbing his arm and to Gideon for patting down his vest for dust. His face was bright red now and he could tell there were two little marks on his nose, where his glasses had smashed into his face. He was just thanking the gods that be that he hadn’t started spraying blood out his nose. He might have died from the humility, had that happened. He would have to hand in his badge on his very first day on the job and then where would he be, but never again able to see that startlingly handsome face again.

Spencer was smitten.

[woodsbane]

Nice Surprises

So I wanted to do the first prompt for moreid week! 

The First Meeting. 

Derek Morgan had wanted to walk into work that day with some coffee, some time to work on his case files, and no surprises. His head was hurting from the hangover he was sporting, and the last thing he needs is some big case that had them fly out.

He had, unfortunately, not gotten his wish.

It wasn’t a case though, oh no. It was someone called Spencer Reid.

Derek gripped the coffee in his hand for dear life. His head was pounding, his movements a little sluggish, and he had to keep his head down. He knew he shouldn’t have had that many drinks last night, he knew what would happen. Why he didn’t listen to the better part of his mind was beyond him.

He was walking into the elevator after cringing at the loud ding. He pressed the ten that was faintly glowing, going to the BAU. He was, thankfully, alone when the elevator closed, but he heard a small shout, “Wait! Hold the door please!”

Derek immediately put his hand between the sliding doors, to see a young guy running to get to the door. He stepped in quickly, panting a little. When Derek really looked at him, he couldn’t have been older than 20 or 21, with a sweater vest on, a messenger bag slung across his body, his hair gelled back, wearing corduroy pants with black converse. Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

“Thank you, getting past security took forever. Although, it’s understandable considering it's the FBI’s headquarters. It’s kind of weird to think about though, considering that the FBI has only been around for a hundred and two years, if you don’t count the unofficial start off in 1892, but when it really started in 1907. It’s very unique at how the FBI has progressed at such a short period of time, considering the FBI had very few federal crimes to start with. It had no security at all since they didn’t have a headquarters until 1910. Even then, the FBI didn’t get security as heavy as this until after World War Two because they didn’t want any nazi’s infiltrating the FBI headquarters during that time period. After that though, they needed to double up and it continues to this day-”

Derek stared at him a little wide eyed, taking in all this information as he was still talking. Derek just sat there thinking what this kid was doing and why was he at FBI headquarters. “Kid, slow down for a second. You never told me what floor.”

The boy next to him stopped talking, going pink. Derek realized he probably rambled on about this stuff all the time, and he probably thought he needed to be quiet now. “Uh, the tenth floor please- oh. I see it’s already pressed.”

Derek raised his eyebrows at that, but didn’t say anything.

“You never told me your name, by the way.” Derek said after taking a sip of his coffee. His headache was still there but since he was a little distracted by the talking that the guy was doing, he didn’t think about it.

“Oh, uh, I’m Doctor Spencer Reid.”

“Doctor?”

Spencer looked a little sheepish, but nodded. “Y-yeah, I hold three PhD’s and three B.A.s.”

“Damn. How old are you?”

“Uh, twenty-three.”

Derek sat there a little dumbfounded staring at him with a slightly skeptical face. He just shook his head though, not really dwelling on it. “I’m Derek Morgan.” That’s all he said, and the rest of the elevator ride was in silence, sans the occasional fidgeting of the younger man next to him.

Derek looked at him again, noticing how high his cheekbones were, and how his lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he looked down. He also noticed that the kid had really thin hands as they twirled around his strap. Nervous habit.

Derek thought the kid was a little… strange. A good strange. Derek looked down all the way down to his shoes, and he noticed the flash of color under the pants as he shifted. Derek chuckled, sipping his coffee and looking up again.

When they both got off, Derek raised his cup of coffee as a goodbye, and Spencer waved. Derek walked to his desk, watching the Spencer walk to Hotch’s office, nervousness written all over his face. Before he looked around though, he saw Gideon coming out of the conference room and smiled at him. Gideon smiled back, pointing to Hotch’s office. Spencer nodded, taking a deep breath and walked up the steps before knocking. Hotch let him in, and he closed the door.

“Who’s that?” Elle said, pointing to Hotch’s office. Gideon heard and walked down the steps while answering her question.

“That would be our new team member, if all goes well.”

Elle raised her eyebrow at that. “Isn’t he a little young?”

“He meets the requirements of the FBI standards, so no.” Gideon walks off to his office, holding some case files that probably needed to be doing.

Derek just stayed silent, eyeing Hotch’s office. He watched Spencer with a curiosity through the blinds. For some reason, Derek didn’t know what to think about him. Especially after meeting him in the elevator, which was a whirlwind of a start.

After ten minutes, Hotch came out of his office with Spencer in tow. “Guys, this is Doctor Spencer Reid, he’s the new team member. Treat him well. Spencer, this is your desk next to Morgan’s.” Hotch said, pointing at the empty desk next to Derek. Spencer nodded, mumbling a thank you. He starts to set his stuff down, and Derek watches with mild fascination.

“Well, hello. I’m Elle. Nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand and Spencer just looks down at it for a second before speaking. “Did you know that on average, a person has 1,500 bacteria on their hands. It would be actually be healthier if we kissed because of the difference from hands and mouths.”

Elle raised her eyebrow as Spencer took in what he said, and he got a panicky look on his face. “N-not that we should kiss! I was merely stating that as a fact that hands are not good forms of gree-”

“Woah woah, slow down. Relax Spencer, all you had to say was that you didn’t like handshakes. Although, if you did try to kiss me I would punch you, so fair warning.” She chuckled, walking off to her own desk. Spencer was red all over, and Derek couldn’t help but laugh at his shaky introduction with Elle. He just turned quickly to his desk and started on his case files.

He wasn’t excited per say, but Derek did feel a little jump in his stomach at knowing the kid would work with him, them, now. He found the man next to him unique. He wouldn’t mind getting to know him as they worked. Derek smiled at the thought.

“Congrats kid.” Derek said, earning a small smile from the, now, co-worker next to him.

His surprise today was a nice one, he thinks.