delacourtings | [fic] tender loving care ; criminal minds, morgan & reid

tender loving care. criminal minds. morgan & reid. g. 300. ao3.

“you were tossing and turning."

"sorry.”

“don’t be."

notes: for a

“Morgan?” Reid asks, voice rough. He’d just been on the precipice of sleep when a noise jolted him awake. He rubs his eyes, squints into the darkness of the hotel room.

“Hey, kid,” Morgan whispers. “Sorry.” He sounds far away so Reid fumbles for his glasses on the nightstand and slides them on, Morgan slowly coming into focus. Instead of being in the twin bed opposite Reid, he’s knelt down by the door.

“What are you doing?” Reid asks.

Morgan stands, his knees cracking. Reid doesn't need light to know he’s wincing. As he moves back towards the center of the room, Reid notices there’s no longer a thin strip of light coming from underneath the door. Morgan must’ve covered it with something. A towel, maybe?

“You were tossing and turning,” Morgan explains.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Morgan says, his voice stern and yet somehow still gentle. “I figured it was the migraines. Got you some water, a heating pad, and an ice pack. There’s some more Tylenol on the table and soda in the fridge if you need some caffeine. The coffee machine’s all set too. And I got housekeeping to bring up a fan. It’s quiet enough I think it shouldn’t bother you but loud enough to muffle any other noise.”

Reid bites his lip. “It won’t bother you?”

Morgan rolls his eyes. “I’ll be fine, Reid.”

Reid doesn’t know what to say, how to adequately thank him. No one’s cared for him like this before. Maybe when he was a child but not in his adult life. He’s silent for a moment. Then lets out a soft, “Thank you.”

Morgan smiles, walks over and gently takes Reid’s glasses off, sets them on his bedside table. He reaches back over, ruffles Reid’s hair.

“Get some sleep, kid.”

Reid does.