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[1-Aug-2021] [Criminal Minds] Undercover
Title: Undercover
Day/Prompt: 1-Aug-2021
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Hotch, Morgan
Rating/Warning(s): General, vague reference to trauma
"First things first," Morgan splits the air between them with a hand, "I'm not saying or doin' anything I don't want to."
He swallows, and with it, he attempts forcing his objections, the crawl of his skin, the sweat in his shirt -- all with it. He's always been good at compartmentalizing, but now it's hard separating a case from his distant past.
"Okay," Hotch nods firmly, "In the end, you may have to cross professional boundaries, Derek." He says as if he's talking about gardening a backyard garden, not Morgan going to seduce an UnSub with a taste for African American males his age, his height, and his exact skin color.
"I know. Second thing," Morgan pauses, waiting for Hotch's attention to solidify again. His attention only wavers for a mere second. "I don't want this guy near me for as longer than he needs to be."
Hotch nods, pulling the tan bag of clothes from the table, inspecting it. Garcia has good, if eccentric taste, and JJ probably steered her clear of any ridiculous choices, but it wasn't like he was a fashion forward man.
"You ready, Morgan?" Hotch passes it along, and Morgan stares at the change of clothes. The UnSub likes pretty boys done up, 90's fashion, silk shirts, high-rise jeans, and the ensemble. The bagged outfit is about as gaudy, pretty boy 90's as it gets.
Morgan sighs. It is what it is. He'll complain when it's over, and maybe if it goes without a hitch, it'll become a legendary bar story.
"Let's just get this over with."
Day/Prompt: 1-Aug-2021
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Hotch, Morgan
Rating/Warning(s): General, vague reference to trauma
"First things first," Morgan splits the air between them with a hand, "I'm not saying or doin' anything I don't want to."
He swallows, and with it, he attempts forcing his objections, the crawl of his skin, the sweat in his shirt -- all with it. He's always been good at compartmentalizing, but now it's hard separating a case from his distant past.
"Okay," Hotch nods firmly, "In the end, you may have to cross professional boundaries, Derek." He says as if he's talking about gardening a backyard garden, not Morgan going to seduce an UnSub with a taste for African American males his age, his height, and his exact skin color.
"I know. Second thing," Morgan pauses, waiting for Hotch's attention to solidify again. His attention only wavers for a mere second. "I don't want this guy near me for as longer than he needs to be."
Hotch nods, pulling the tan bag of clothes from the table, inspecting it. Garcia has good, if eccentric taste, and JJ probably steered her clear of any ridiculous choices, but it wasn't like he was a fashion forward man.
"You ready, Morgan?" Hotch passes it along, and Morgan stares at the change of clothes. The UnSub likes pretty boys done up, 90's fashion, silk shirts, high-rise jeans, and the ensemble. The bagged outfit is about as gaudy, pretty boy 90's as it gets.
Morgan sighs. It is what it is. He'll complain when it's over, and maybe if it goes without a hitch, it'll become a legendary bar story.
"Let's just get this over with."