Morgan opened Reids door quietly, slipping inside and allowing Garcia to walk past with the over stuffed picnic basket which she set on the floor by the couch before closing it.
Reid had called twenty minutes ago sounding distressed and panicked and on the verge of a major freak out saying he had to come over right away. So of course the moment the phone had been hung up he had hurried from the bullpen, bumping into the tech support woman along the way, having to wait briefly as Garcia got "supplies".
When he didn't get an answer, he looked at Garcia who stared back worriedly before pushing her glasses back up her nose and vanishing through the young agents half closed bedroom door, Morgan pausing for a moment before following her.
By the time Morgan pushed the door open all the way, Garcia had already laid down on the bed next to the lump under the blankets on the other side, one hand holding Reids and the other brushing the younger mans hair back out of his face, Reid talking too quietly for Morgan to make out what he was saying.
Reid lifted his head and looked over at the darker skinned agent who stood in the doorway, then rested his head back on the pillow as Morgan walked further into the room, "he called... how... how could they let him call?"
"I don't know sweetie," Garcia replied, her tone soothing, "but I'm gonna make sure it never ever happens again."
Morgan folded his arms, tilting his head to the side slightly as he fixed his eyes on the two agents on the bed, "what did he want?"
Reid wet his lips, "he said he wants me to come and visit him in a few days."
"And what did you say?" replied Morgan, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, one eyebrow raising slightly.
"I said I would..." the younger mans voice seemed hesitant.
"Oh, sweetie," Garcia reached out again to brush Reid's hair back out of his eyes.
"I just... heard his voice and my mind, it just... it just jammed and I couldn't think straight, Reid suddenly rolled onto his back and sat up, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around them, seeming to go from scared to almost angry, "and I just, went along with whatever he said... I'm sorry."
"Spence, there's nothing to be sorry for, you didn't do anything wrong," Garcia sat up next to him and rubbed his back, "now how 'bout we get out of here for a bit?"
"Yeah kid, Garcia packed enough stuff to feed an army," Morgan smiled slightly when Reid looked at him, then looked at the blonde, "didn't you sweetheart?"
Garcia smiled when Reid turned his head to look at her, "three armies actually."
Reid smiled, though it was practically no more then a twitch in the corner of his mouth.
"So lets go eat," Morgan finally said after a long pause, unfolding his arms and spreading them, "that's if Reid's capable of getting out of bed," he added jokingly.
"I am fully capable of getting out of bed," stated Reid scowling at the older agent, half shoving, half kicking at the blankets to get them off and getting up as if just to prove that he could.
Morgan laughed slightly, "that's good kid, now put on some nicer clothes and we'll head out. C'mon Garcia."
Garcia and Morgan left the room, closing the door behind him so that Reid could get changed in private.
The young agent emerged almost ten minutes later, wearing his usual, slightly geeky, style of outfit that consisted of dress pants, dress shirt with a pull over vest, he had fixed his still damp hair and was currently fumbling to get his watch fastened to his wrist, half glaring at the silver accessory as he stopped and allowed Garcia to fasten for him, "thanks."
"No problem sweetie, you ready to go?" the blonde reached up to fuss absently with the young mans hair.
Morgan reached down and picked up the basket by the couch, "then lets go."
The three left the apartment, Reid pausing to lock the door, before continuing down the hall and out into the cool evening air, the breeze that occasionally swept passed surprisingly warm.
It took them almost twenty minutes to walk to the park and Reid's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the torch lit area and the rest of the team waiting for them.
"What's everyone doing here?" asked Reid as they neared the group, Garcia holding onto his arm as she lead him across the grass.
"They're here for you, just like always," Garcia explained, "I called them when me and Derek were driving over, and they all thought it was a great idea. You know, since we never get together to eat anymore. I thought it'd be fun."
After a round of quick hugs and hello's everyone settled on the blankets Gideon and JJ had spread out and Hotch finished lighting the last of the torches, tossing the lighter back to Prentiss once he had made sure the wick had caught.
Garcia opened the basket and started to pass out napkins and forks, humming a happy little tune that Reid didn't recognize.
In no time flat the food was almost gone and Reid found himself actually smiling for the first time in months, this in turn seemed to perk up the moods of everyone else and by the time the sun had fully set, the months past events seemed to have been erased from everyone's minds, even Reids.
Months had passed since that night, and everything had seemed to only get better.
It was a Tuesday night that Reid found himself waking up with a jerk, at first unsure of what had awakened him.
It took him a moment to realize that he could hear the TV in the next room and he clumsily kicked the blankets off muttering, still groggy from sleep.
Yawning and stretching, the young agent shuffled out of his bedroom, glancing around the darkened living room before heading to the end table to grab the remote, 'guess I was more tired then I thought, didn't even bother to turn the TV off.'
Reid's finger froze on the power button the moment his brain processed what was on the TV.
On screen the news anchor was reporting a special news alert, the story causing the hairs on the back of the young mans neck to stand up and his throat to constrict almost painfully as he sunk down onto the couch as his legs became suddenly boneless.
At 11:30pm, when Reid had been out having an amazing time at the club with the team after they had just solved their most recent case, a convict had escaped the near by penitentiary.
Reilly Peter's had escaped.
I shall possibly be writing a sequel... :D or be evil and not
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