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It had been a normal, boring day in the BAU. Reid had spent the day looking over case files for other departments. Others around him mostly worked on writing up old case reports they hadn't finished. But we all know Reid to be the genius, autistic, weird kid of the BAU. There was one thing the BAU team hadn't known about boy wonder. He had been severely touch-starved.
“Hey pretty boy”, Morgan had jogged over to Reid's desk with a grin. “You think you could help read over my case reports?”
Reid sighed and looked up at him. “Again?” He was well aware of the fact the BAU, well besides Rossi and Hotch, loved having him finish up loose ends in their case reports.
Morgan sat on the edge of Reid's desk, “Eh I'm not the genius of the group, pretty boy”. He slowly pushed the case file over to Reid.
The boy took the file and scanned over it, “Y-know I hate when you sit there” he says while reading.
Morgan rolled his eyes and slowly stood up and walked closer to Reid, watching him read over his work. He had placed his hand on the back of Reid’s chair, his fingers lightly tracing the back of Reid's head.
Reid's fingers gripped the case file in his hand as he lightly flinched from the touch. It's not like he hated it, quite the opposite actually, but he just hadn't expected it. Good touch had always been a foreign concept to Spencer. Having non-caring parents, being bullied, socially awkward genius, and now working with older people; he hadn't been touched in a long time.
Morgan seeing the way Reid tightened up and stopped reading, he had taken his hands away. Feeling bad he tried to change the mood, “So... um how is it?”
Reid felt Morgan's fingers leave the back of his chair. He felt the tingling feeling that would keep him up slowly appear. He had known it was bad, but he had never guessed that just by that simple action would leave him with butterflies. Not that he liked Morgan for anything but a brother figure… he had just craved the touch of a trusted friend.
“Oh ya..” Reid had sat up straighter and cleared his throat. “Just go into more detail about how you tackled the unsub and how you figured out where he was. Then I think you'll be fine.” His hand shakes as he hands back the case file with a fake smile; not making eye contact.
Morgan takes back the file and puts it into his left hand. “Alright thanks pretty boy”. He gently ruffled Reid’s hair and walked back to his desk.
Reid sits there shocked, and he feels a small smile appear on his face. He turns back to his work, but his mind is lost in thought. He knows that the body produces serotonin when meant with physical touch, but he had never expected that something so simple could leave him wanting to curl up into his warm muscular body, in a platonic way of course.