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He had woken up to the sound of birds chirping melodious tunes instead of the usual urban noises of a city rushing of to work, and he just knew it. Today was the day. Today, he – Derek Morgan – was going to sweep his genius teammate/best friend/star of his late night fantasies and all round good guy off his feet. The fact that said chirping was coming from his cell phone was redundant. Disabling the alarm, he stared resolutely at the ceiling, and nodded to himself. The girls were right: it was time to man up. He was going to woo the good doctor until he was well and truly wooed. All those years of practicing on so many, many ladies – and the occasional gentleman – was bound to come in handy.

With those encouraging thoughts in mind, Derek climbed out of bed straightening up with all the ardor of a soldier warming for battle and promptly went on to cough his throat sore. In hindsight, that should have been his first clue. But then again, Derek Morgan had never been very good with clues. Sure, faced with almost any of the sick deluded creatures he hunted down, Derek could look the bastard in the eye and tell him exactly why it was that his blankie had been called BoBo. When it came to self-discovery and understanding however, he was well and truly oblivious. Case in point, the 'Spencer-vention' the female members of his team had arranged a couple months ago when they had quote-'begun to get embarrassed on his behalf at his utter lovesick-ness'-unquote.

Needless to say, supervisory special agent Derek Morgan had no idea what he was in for as he gulped down a cup of scalding black coffee in the hopes of dissuading a very tell-tale itching at the back of his throat and headed to the office; blasting the ever-motivational 'Eye of the Tiger' in the car.

He entered the FBI headquarters with all the hope and anticipation of an inmate headed for a parole hearing; fingers crossed underneath the jacket that hung neatly from his arm. Clearing his throat every now and then to dispel the uncomfortable itching, Derek entered the bullpen, eyes peeled for the object of his affections.

There he was.

Dr. Spencer Reid. Sitting at his desk and calmly whizzing through a case-file, completely absorbed in whatever it was that he was consulting on. The weak sunlight that filtered through the Bureau's high density, bullet proof windows bounced off his pale skin and golden-brown hair, giving him an almost ethereal glow. It was almost unfair how aimlessly gorgeous he could be without even trying. How he wanted to run his fingers through the silky strands and anchor those beautiful lips to his own until neither of them could breathe.

Ignoring the less than honorable – but oh-so desirable – urges of his libido fueled mind, Derek made his way to his desk, every step mission oriented. There was wooing to be done.

Laying his jacket over the back of his chair he turned to the unsuspecting genius and put on his best you-know-you-want-a-piece-of-this smile on his face. Across from said genius, Prentiss, who had looked up to greet him, was now watching the scene unfold, completely enraptured. She knew that smile. This would be good.

Not taking his eyes of the price, Derek cleared his throat again, this time for effect, and drawled out the sultriest Good Morning in his arsenal; the one that had seen men and women of all shapes and sizes melt into pools of goo at his feet.

His Pretty Boy did not even look up. Bewildered, he tried again. This time, he was able to register the problem at hand; there was no sound emitting from his mouth. Eyes bugging out, he raised a hand to his throat and turned to Prentiss, panicked. She was looking at him in entertained amazement. Clearly this was happening. It wasn't just in his head. He had lost his freaking voice.

Glancing at the still oblivious man in front of him, Derek fought the sudden, childish urge to stomp his foot. This. Could. Not. Be. Happening.

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A/N : So I know that a lot of you are waiting for me to update my other stories and I apologize profusely for the delay. I lost the flash drive on which I stored all the newer chapters I had written and have to start all over again. And right now, with the mindset I have now, I won't be able to continue the stories in the same way that I want to. So I have been adviced to put them on hold and get something new done. This is my first attempt to do so. This will be roughly four or five chapters long and since it is my first time writing slash, I would really appreciate the input. Also, I will shortly publish a JJ/Reid fic that will be roughly fifteen chapters long. After that I will hopefully return to the pending projects so please bear with me.

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-NightShade94