reagan, liam
It had taken about a week for Reagan to be able to pick up a paintbrush and paint something substantial. Once he'd started, though, it was like the flood gates had been opened and he lost himself in painting for hours while Liam was at work. He had his laptop open and music playing, all of the songs on shuffle, and when he realized it was the playlist that had been playing when he'd first brought Liam home with him he paused to listen for a moment. Most of it was Depeche Mode. A soft smile spread across his lips and he went back to painting, completely lost in the music and what he was creating. He wasn't even sure what it was just yet, but he always liked those paintings the best.
Liam was exhausted. The drive back to the BAU had been long. But with Murphy sleeping in the backseat, things had been satisfyingly peaceful and Liam felt accomplished. Once he got back to the office, je wrapped up all that he could and then headed home eagerly.
He heard the music from downstairs and after slipping off his shoes and loosening his tie, he headed down. Making sure not to sneak up on Reagan, Liam made his presence known with a clearing of his throat as he moved into view. "Good news," he said, voice full of relief.
When Reagan heard the footsteps on the stairs, he abandoned his paintbrush in a cup of water before he got up to grab a towel so that he could wipe his hands off. When Liam came into view, he smiled softly. He'd been worried about Murphy, even before - when they'd first gotten rescued, and his worry had only grown.
"I like good news," he said as he tossed the towel aside and went over to slip his arms around Liam's waist. "What is it?" He had hopes, but he wanted to hear it.
"Murphy is safe. He's upset and pretty lost emotionally, but physically he's going to be all right. We found him in the train station. He'd refused any help from the police officers." As Liam spoke, he realized it didn't sound like that great of news. "They got Adam," he added and that made it much better.
He let himself relax against his husband, finally able to feel like he had him fully back because the man who had taken him would be broght to justice.
Reagan closed his eyes and let out a breath of relief. A part of him really had believed that maybe Murphy would never be seen again, that maybe a part of Murphy would always want to be with Adam, as disturbing as that thought was. It was good to hear that not only was Adam in custody, but that Murphy was safe.
"He's home?" he asked, pulling back to look at Liam. "Did you make sure he got home?" He was speaking of Murphy, he wasn't quite yet ready to speak of Adam.
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