Title: Certainly Not Cute
Author: BooHyuu
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid (pre-slash)
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Summary: It's at times like this that Morgan really, really wishes there was something to crawl under.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds

Notes: Something really short I did because I was bored. It's half-assed, I tell ya, so some OOCness is probably in order. I ran it through spell check, but that's about it. I'm too tired to check anything else. Bleh.

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It's at times like this that Morgan really, really wishes there was something to crawl under.

How could he have known that Reid would be this afraid of a Ferris Wheel? He's just fine in a jet, so that should mean that he's most certainly not afraid of heights. Except, he's most certainly on the Ferris Wheel, and he's most certainly afraid, so that idea goes down the drain.

Some kind of pillow to scream into -or punch- would be nice, too.

There was a carnival in town, and Garcia had been the perfect angel she was and asked them politely and innocently to go with her - except with threats of baby pictures and cowboy hats, which he could not refuse. Kevin was apparently visiting family somewhere else in the world, and she really wanted to spend a day with her 'Chocolate God' and 'Junior G-Man' . The idea sounded a lot better then his original plans of 'sit around all day and do nothing', so he accepted.

Apparently, Reid had never been to a carnival. The second he voiced his thoughts, Garcia went completely insane and vowed to take him to see every single attraction. And Morgan did not think that Reid playing some suction-cup fishing game was cute. Reid winning a little stuffed elephant and beaming like a child was really quite immature. And not cute. At all.

Seriously.

Eventually, Garcia had pulled him onto the Ferris Wheel, Reid watching from the ground. She waved enthusiastically at him when they reached the top, and then her attention turned back to Morgan, cooing and rambling about how adorable Reid looked with that little elephant. Morgan couldn't help but agree, and he swore that when he did something flashed in Garcia's eyes.

When they were back on solid ground, Garcia told Reid that he absolutely had to ride the Ferris Wheel at least once, and it took some persuasion, but he finally agreed, spouting off facts about carnival rides and then ending abruptly and telling Garcia that he would only ride if she went with him. Instead of agreeing and dragging him onto it as fast as her legs could carry her, she waved him off, telling him that she had to use the washroom and mumbling something about too much cotton candy before she hurried away. He could have sworn that the bathrooms were in the other direction.

So, there he was, sitting next to a very tense Reid who refused to look at anything but the elephant he was holding, when a sudden gust of wind jerked them forward. Reid gave a surprised cry and grabbed onto the closest thing he could find -which happened to be Morgan's arm.

They sat like that for a while before Morgan realized that Reid was not letting go. If anything, his grip was getting tighter. So he tried to comfort his adora- friend, his plain, nothing special, friend.

"Hey, Baby Boy, it's alright...", his voice was tender, but trailed off with a nervous chuckle.

Reid seemed to wake up, jolting awkwardly and pushing himself away before Morgan knew what was happening. Reid just stared at him, a rosy flush spreading across his cheeks.

"...What?", Reid's voice cracked as it reached an unnatural pitch.

What did he mean? Morgan was just seeing if he was okay and-

Oh.

Shit.