Reid and Reid Ship Oneshots

Reid's Germaphobia

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"Reid, come on!" Morgan hurried, shivering and standing in the snow waiting for the boy genius to catch up with him.

Michigans winters were brutal, especially if you weren't used to them. It wasn't the BAU's first case there, but they didn't get invited regularly, so it was still a rare occurrence.
Morgan and Reid were partnered and assigned to gather the morticians report.
Once Morgan parked the car on the curb and got out, he began to walk towards the building, but when he looked back he noticed how Reid was struggling to walk through the snow.

"It's freezing out here, man. Come on, hurry!" He continued to pester. He stood still by the front doors of the mortuary with his hands stuffed in his pockets to prevent them from getting too cold.

Once Reid met with Morgan by the doors he apologized.
"Sorry. I didn't want to get snow in my shoes." He nodded towards the doors for the other to get them.

Morgan reached for the handle, and let Reid enter first. He walked behind him as he started talking.

"Did you know that snowflakes form around dust or pollen partials in the air, which results in a single square foot of snow consisting of 40 to 50 percent bacterial fragments. Not to mention the dirt, animals, and plants that it comes into contact with on the ground."

Morgan nodded attentively, now knowing why Reid seemed to hate the snow so much.

"Hello agents." The mortician greeted as he saw them enter the morgue.

"I'm SSA Derek Morgan, and this is Doctor Spencer Reid."

"Agent Jureau called me to inform me you were coming." He smiled, "I'm Doctor Gaelly."

Morgan shook his hand, and when he offered it to Reid he just waved awkwardly.

"So this young lady, unfortunately, was carved into antemortem." Dr. Gaelly sighed sympathetic, picking up a clipboard.

"We're these wounds what killed her?" Morgan asked, leaning over her body.

"No. These wounds avoided major arteries and veins, but her femoral artery was ruptured somehow. And that caused her to eventually exsanguinate." The mortician flipped through the clipboards papers to recite his findings.

"There was no external wound that caused the vein to burst?" Morgan asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"Artery." Reid corrected, changing the subject quickly. "Do you have a pair of gloves Doctor?"

"You're free to touch the body. The police have already collected everything they need, and she's been autopsied." Dr. Gaelly assured.

"I would still like a pair of gloves." Reid replied, pointing to a box of them on the other side of the victim.

"Sure."

Once Reid had the gloves he wanted, he asked for assistance in turning the body on its side to see the area of the femoral artery.

"What are you thinking, Reid?" Morgan asked.

"The artery may have been ruptured by a needle of air being injected into it. It would leave no external damage besides a small needle prick. So I'm looking for a needle hole." Reid explained, careful to only touch the victims body with his gloved hands and with nothing else.

"If enough air is forced into the body through the blood tracks it could definitely explode a vein or artery." Dr. Gaelly supported Reid's theory.

Back at the police station, the rest of the BAU sorted through the information they had collected on their tasks. Witness and family testimonies, crime scene evidence, etc.. As they did this, the two other men came back.

"The victims were all killed by arterial air embolisms through the femoral artery." Reid informed, getting straight to work in setting up the case board. He needed things to be organized his way, and whenever someone else set up the case board he would get agitated, because it was wrong.

"A what?" Rossi asked, setting down a crime scene photo.

"The unsub injected a syringe of air into a main artery and ruptured it." Morgan simplified, smiling absentmindedly at Reid as he strategically taped pictures and Post-it® notes up on the case board.

Over the next few hours, the BAU were in and out of the precinct, except for Reid. He stayed staring at the evidence trying to make something of it. He started on a geo-profile, but since there was only two bodies, it was hardly conclusive of anything.
While leaning over his map on the table, he tapped the side of his head with his fingers and mumbled a set of numbers that he often said.
"102881."

Morgan walking into the sub-room, and checked in on him.

"You make any progress?" He asked, sitting down in the empty chair next to him.

"Did you come from outside?" Reid quickly asked, leaning away from the area Morgan inhabited.

"No." He assured.

Reid relaxed, continued to mumble his numbers. Morgan didn't ask or stop him, as he knew why he was doing it.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"The map." Reid said, "It's covered in dust, and I don't know how to get it off."

"Just blow it away." Morgan offered up the solution.

"But then it will get everywhere." The idea of that worried Reid. He cringed and started to mumble his numbers again to try and think of a workable answer to his problem.

Taking charge, Morgan picked up the map carefully, as not to dump the dust anywhere, and walked outside of the sub-room. He dusted the map off, and wiped it with his hand for good measure. He brought it back in to Reid and set it back in front of him.
Reid straightened it out, so that it was parallel to himself.

"Thank you." He smiled, silencing his numbers, verbally and mentally.

He grabbed a pen from his breast pocket and began to doodle on the, now clean, map.

"You're welcome." Morgan replied, staying seated by Reid and watching him work through his geo-profile.