Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious. (berryblue_girl) wrote,
Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious.

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Title: Attentiveness
Author: berryblue_girl
Rating: PG
Genre/Warnings: Genderbending
Summary: Sylvia grinned when she felt Derek's chuckle rumble on her chest.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the doves, and ain't that sad?
Author's Note: Inspired by the 
[info]comment_fic  prompt Criminal Minds, Morgan/AlwaysAGirl!Reid, Morgan is such an attentive partner which is great off the clock but annoying to Reid when they're at work. She is just as capable as him.  Enjoy!


"Oh my God, Derek!  That was amazing!"

Sylvia grinned when she felt Derek's chuckle rumble on her chest.  She laid a soft kiss on his forehead, which was covered with a thin sheen of sweat.  Derek started trailing kisses from one breast to the other, causing her to moan and hum in approval.  They had only been together for a little over a month, and every spare moment they had, they spent together.  And in the those rare and special moments, Sylvia learned what an amazing lover he was.  He seemed to understand what every whimper or shudder meant and responded to it in turn.

Her stomach rumbled, and Derek tickled her side, teasing, "Is someone hungry?"

"Shut up," she laughed, swatting his head and sitting up.  As she looked around the room, trying to spot her robe, Derek peppered her back and neck with kisses.  She smiled, squeezing his knee before she stood and walked to the end of the bed.  She bent over and picked up her robe, slipping it on.  Derek stood as well, slipping on a pair of boxers.  He moved in front of her and wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her and murmuring, "It's a sin and a shame for you to cover up this hot, little body."

His hands trailed down her back towards her bottom and she pulled away, scolding, "No, sir.  I am hungry!  Feed me and we can have more sex later."


Sylvia's heart raced with nerves as they traveled down the shadowy hallways, Derek's voice echoing as he called out to Garner.  As they took positions on either side of a long hallway, she saw Garner's body pass across the crack on the office door at the end.  She motioned to Derek and whispered, "He's in there."

"All right, cover me," Derek replied.  "I'm going in."

Her mind working at lightning space, she stopped him, causing Derek to frown in confusion.  Licking her lips, nervously, she called out, "Mr. Garner?  My name is Sylvia Reid.  You were in the hospital with my mother?  I t-think she might have confused you.  All we want to do is help Rebecca.  That's exactly what you want, right?  That's why you sent us the puzzles, that's why you said you'd hope you'd be seeing us soon?"

Mr. Garner finally spoke, rasping, "Ask the question."

"There is no magical question, Mr. Garner," Sylvia tried to reason.  Looking to Derek and Hotch, she explained softly, "He believes if I ask him the right question, it will heal all of his wounds."

Hotch asked, "Do you know the question?"

Getting ready to move, she said, "I know what he wants.  I'm going to move to where he can see me."

Hotch and Derek protested, Derek the most insistent.  She didn't listened, telling the SWAT member near her to move back and handed him her gun.  She lifted her hands in a sign of surrender, still hearing Derek's soft protests behind her.  She could feel her pulse racing, but she forced herself not to show any sign of fear.  Slowly processing down the hall, she called out to Mr. Garner, "Stay calm, Mr. Garner."

"Ask the question."

She once again tried reasoning with him, but his delusions were so strong.  He kept insisting Rebecca was died, that she died in the fire with the rest of his family.  He insisted her mother explained everything to him.  As she explained that Rebecca did exist, she reached the end of the hallway and pushed the door open, revealing Mr. Garner sitting in his chair with a row of pipe bomb strapped to his chest and a detonator in his hand.  Her eyes widening, she turned her head some and said, "Hotch, Morgan...I think it would be better if you guys waited downstairs.  Mr. Garner and I are just going to talk alone up here."

"Go ahead and talk, Reid," Derek replied, "but we're not going anywhere!"

"Ask the question, I'll be healed," Mr. Garner insisted again, "and you may take the grail.  Just ask the question, Fair Knight."

"I can't," Sylvia replied softly.

"Heal me!"

Trying to remain calm and collected, she explained, "Mr. Garner, a fisher king wound cannot be healed by somebody else.  It''s not a wound of the body.  It's a wound of the memory, a wound of the mind.  It''s a wound that only you can find, and a would that only you can heal."

"Just ask the question!"

"There's only one question that matters, Mr. Garner," she continued, feeling in the back of her mind that she wasn't going to be able to reach this man.  "There's only one really important question.  Can you forgive yourself?"

"I can't get to them," the man finally admitted, and Sylvia felt a small shred of relief.

"If you tell me where she is, you can save Rebecca now.  Tell me where Rebecca is."

"You already know," he replied.  "I sent your mother the map."

Sylvia felt her heart drop into her stomach.  "What map?"

"Can I forgive myself?" he continued and she started to back away.  "No, I can't."

Knowing what he was going to do, she turned and ran down the hall, shouting, "Run!"

The explosion rocked the halls and floor, and when she landed on the ground, the air was forced from her legs.  Her ears were ringing and she felt her legs burning.  Even with the chaos around them, they were still able to find Rebecca and get out of the house before anyone was hurt.  Before they knew it, the street was swamped with firefighters and EMTs.  One checked her out, all while Sylvia insisted, "I'm fine.  Rebecca is the one people need to be looking after!" 

After she was given the okay, Hotch, Derek, and Sylvia loaded into the SUV they arrived in and headed back to the BAU.  Sylvia wanted to organize her desk, get it ready to work through the mountain of paperwork she knew was coming, and then take her mother home.  They made their way to the bullpen, each a sweaty and sooty mess.  Her mother saw her and cried out, rushing toward her and exclaiming, "Oh God, Sylvia!  Are you okay, honey?"

Sylvia nodded, giving her mother a hug, and explained, "I'm fine, Mom.  Let me go get cleaned up and we'll leave soon.  Just wait at my desk, okay?"

After checking in with JJ and Garcia, she headed to the bathroom.  Her nose wrinkled as she took in her disheveled state.  She tugged a few paper towels from the dispenser and put them under the running water.  She cleaned off her face and neck and pulled her hair back into a messy bun, feeling a bit better.  As she washed her hands, the door creaked open as someone else entered.  She didn't think anything of it until she heard the lock click into place.  She lifted her head and turned, seeing Derek in the bathroom.  She grabbed a few more paper towels and dried her hands, chiding, "This is the ladies restroom, Derek.  You're going to get yourself into trouble."

"What the hell was that back there?"

She glared and snapped back, "I'm not sure what you mean."

As she moved to throw her soiled towels away, Derek growled, "I said I would go after Garner.  You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"So could you!" Sylvia shouted, folding her arms over her chest.  "How is my risk any greater than yours?"

"Because I...well, you're..." Derek trailed off, unable to answer.

Sylvia sighed and scrubbed her face with her hands.  Walking toward Derek, she reached out and took his hands.  She studied his tense face and said, "I know you worry about me, even more now that we're together, but you have to trust me, Derek.  Trust me to know what I'm doing."

"In my mind, I know that," Derek replied, squeezing her hands, "but in my heart...Sylvia, I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you."

Derek pulled her into his arms and she rubbed his back in soothing circles.  After a moment, they pulled away from each other and Sylvia smiled and asked bashfully, "Would you like to follow me and my mother home?  I get my night owl tendencies from her, so we'll be up for hours."

"I would love to," Derek replied, giving her a soft kiss.  "Maybe if I'm lucky, I can get a few kiddo Sylvia stories out of her."

Sylvia laughed, "Oh, she will be more than willing!  My mother is quite the story teller."

A/N: Thank you for reading!  Reviews are yummy like s'mores!
Tags: category: het, fandom: criminal minds, fanfiction, pairing: derek/spencer, prompt: comment_fic, rating: pg
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