Desk

Another month has past and now the hotter weather has risen. The sun sets later, the air is more humid (which has not done wonders for my hair), and more cases have been piling in by the day. It's as if the hot weather brings out the serial killers.

"Good night my queen." Garcia sings as she taps my desk. I stop writing on a piece of white printer paper and look up at her, trying to keep a straight face. I slowly hide the paper with my hand, hoping she didn't catch on to my weird behavior.

"Good night Penelope." I say with a small smile. She frowns slightly and lowers her voice.

"Don't worry, I'm going home and tracking Joshua. We're gonna get him." She says noticing my off mood. I smile gladly and rub her shoulder.

"Thank you Garcia." I say before waving at her.

"Good luck with those case papers." She says pointing to my desk. I fake a laugh before she turns around, causing her full dress to sway at her ends. I sigh and crumple the paper, throwing it away. I grab another and slap it in front of me.

"You staying tonight?" Reid asks as he walks up from behind me. My shoulders twitch and I let out a small breath.

"God Reid. Didn't we talk about not sneaking up on people." I say as I put my hand on my chest. He looks down and apologizes as he plays with the hairtie on his wrist while sitting on my desk.

"Wow you still use that?" I ask with a small smile.

"Yeah, my anxiety never really leaves. I wear it everyday...but if you want it back-" he starts taking off the hairtie but I shake my head and place a hand over his own.

"No I don't want it back. You keep it." I speak aloud. He nods before thanking me and rubbing his eyes.

"You should go home Spency. You look like shit." I say with a smirk. He rolls his eyes and gets off the corner of my desk.

"Geez, thanks Isla." He says sarcastically. I raise my brows at him surprised.

"Was that sarcasm spoken by the Doctor Spencer Reid. I've officially seen it all." I tease.

"Hey I can be sarcastic." He defends.

"Spency, pop culture and modern vocabulary goes right over your head." I point out. He grumbles and shoved my hand playfully.

"Night." I mumble through a laugh.

"Good night." He whispers before leaving through the double glass doors.

The only people left on the floor is Hotch in his office, me at my desk, and only God knows where Morgan is. I sigh and look back at my wooden desk. Case files, papers, pictures, and pens line my desk messily. But one lonely piece of white printer paper is all that's on my mind. In my eyes it stands out from the rest of the papers on my desk.

Just thinking and looking at it makes my hands sweat. I shakily grab my pen and place my head in my hand, while my right hand places itself on the desk in a writing position.

Only I don't know how to start.

I sit there for I don't even know how long, staring at the thin sheet. My hand never even makes a twitch in movement. Not a mark of ink scratches the paper. I'm so engulfed in thought that I don't even notice someone stand behind me. So engulfed that I don't even feel arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug.

My eyes bulge slightly and I slowly place the paper under the case files.

"Whatcha doing?" Morgan's curious voice sings through my ears. I clear my voice and hum.

"Nothing, just going through the case files. Paperwork." I say trying to keep my voice clear.

"Okay, don't tell me." He says before taking his hands off my shoulders, instead walking in front of me.

"What time is it?" I ask yawning slightly. His perfect brow arches before he looks over at me with worry.

"Isla, its 4am. You stayed in the office longer than Hotch." He speaks lowly as if I already knew this information.

"Oh wow, time flys." I say looking down at the files.

"You okay?" He asks. I spare him a glance before looking back down and scribbling something in a few files.

"Yeah. Just a little stressed with the whole Joshua thing. We haven't really gotten anywhere." I say.

(Play Song)

"Have you talked to Leo?" He asks.

"Not since that night no." I answer.

"Maybe you should...you know talk to him about this 'Joshua case'." He voices.

"I'll think about it." I say flipping through some papers. He groans in annoyance but my eyes never falter from my downward glance.

"Is there something wrong Morgan?" I ask bored.

"You, you is the something that's wrong." He says honestly.

"That so?" I question as I lick my finger so I can flip to the next page.

"Yeah, it's like your not involved in the whole Joshua thing." He says annoyed.

"Trust me I'm smack in the middle of it." I say rolling my eyes.

"Are you? God damnit look up at me, I'm talking to you." He says angrily.

"Yea, matter of fact I am. Maybe you're too involved in the case." I propose, not glancing up. Scared that if I do, he can see right through me. Because quite frankly, he's extremely good at that.

"Don't bullshit me Isla." He says, his voice rising slightly.

"You work this case like you work any other" I tell him as I finally look up at his tall frame from my sitting position at my work desk. I look back down and start to read the files of the case.

His hands forcefully land on the corners of my desk, but my eyes never falter from the witness reports. His large hand connects to the bottom of my chin, his thumb gripping the top of it, strong enough to separate my lips slightly.

"You don't need to explain how to do my job to me Isla." He whispers as he stares straight into my eyes. I slyly smirk and lean closer to his lips stopping centimeters from them.

"Well someone has to Mo-" I start to say before his lips forcefully enfold mine shutting me up. His hands start to roam down my body from across the desk, feeling the sides of why breasts. I moan into the kiss causing him to bite my lip. I sit up from my chair, causing it to wheel away behind me from the impact of standing up so fast.

We never break the kiss, not even when I start to climb over my desk, papers, files, and pens starting to fall messily. Morgan helps me over the desk by looping his thumb through the loops of my dress pants. He lifts me over the desk, pushing me up by my rear.

Once I'm fully over the desk he drops me down and pushes me down roughly. My back hits my desk, a few pens digging into my spine. I groan and unlatch my arms from his neck, instead now pulling out the items from underneath me. Morgan breaks the kiss and places his hand behind my neck, pulling me into a sitting position.

He swipes his arm to clear everything under me. The clanking of pens and sound of paper falling engulfs me and before I know it Morgan pushes himself between my legs and falls over me, forcing me back down on the now clear desk. I place my hands on his belt before grabbing he ends of his loose long sleeve. I yank the shirt up exposing his clean cut abs. Morgan stands up straighter and hurriedly takes off his shirt.

The shirt flys to the side and before he reconnects our lips he pins them up over my head. Not letting my hands roam his body this time. His lips trap my neck, sharp teeth nibbling my sensitive skin. I moan and tilt my head further back to give him more access. He grows impatient so he stands up and rips my button up shirt open, a button or two flying to unknown places.

I smirk when he lowers his face into my breasts and shakes his head between them. I take off his belt causing his loose cargo pants to fall without them. He smiles brightly down at me and climbs back on top of me. I grab his gold chain and lower his lips to mine once more while he takes off my pants as well. Once we both only wear our undergarments he breaks the kiss and starts kissing down my neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, then finally inner thigh.

I sit up slightly, putting all my weight on my elbows as I look down at Morgan. He looks up as he grabs my leg and pushes my thigh to his mouth. His gaze through his eyelashes as he bites my tan leg causes a spark to ignite in me.

"You sure...here?" Morgan asks me as his finger runs across my underwear line. Instead of answering I push his head down between my legs. He smiles and quickly takes off my undergarments, using his tongue to pursue pleasure. I let out a moan as my head falls off the of the desk. My left hand grips the corner of the desk in pleasure and my right grips the back of Morgan's neck.

"Oh my god..." I groan as I wrap my legs around his shoulders, feeling every stroke of his tongue. I feel his mouth grow into a smirk before getting up and yanking off his boxers.

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We finally got up to the discretion of the book, hope you enjoyed this chapter. The work desk seggs was bound to happen eventually.

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