Hi everyone! Welcome to another story! I know what you're probably all thinking "Already? You're not even done with your other one!" And yes, that's true, I'm not done with the other one. But I just couldn't resist writing this one, and decided that I should at least try to post the first chapter and see what people think. So, here it is!

Summary-One late night walk leads to another when Derek Morgan finds himself face to face with Spencer Reid, a homeless person with a troubled backstory. What happens when he is suddenly able to turn into a wolf, Morgan finds himself looped into something he never thought was possible.

Relationships: Everything canon, ReidXMorgan, mentions of ReidXMaeve

Rating: M for gore and blood (the good shit)

WARNING: THERE ARE SCENES WITH VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE, TORTURE, BROMANCE (GAY), FOUL LANGUAGE! THIS IS ALSO EXTREMELY AU AND THERE WILL BE OOC BEHAVIORS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds!

Chapter 1: Alleyways and Stray Dogs

"Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey."

~Lord Byron

The moon is a bright white as it sits above the city, lighting a path for whoever chose to be out that late. The sky is a dark navy blue around the moon that gently fades off into the blackness that is the night.

Derek Morgan walked down the streets of Chicago, Illinois, unable to sleep. He had been trying for hours, to no avail. Though he isn't in his regular area where he currently lives. He is in Chicago visiting his mother and two sisters for a well overdue vacation. The whole team had been given a whole week off for Thanksgiving, and this is his first night back.

Of course, all of them had been thrilled. All of them being Jennifer Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, and Emily Prentiss, as well as himself. It had been a long year, all of them having dealt with their own problems. It was nice to finally have a break and just relax from everything.

The night air is cool and crisp as he breathes in, stuffing his cold hands into his pockets in an attempt to warm them. He isn't really ready to go back home, he wouldn't be able to sleep anyways. Which is strange, since he is usually able to sleep perfectly on vacation. Something had been bothering him ever since he had gotten on the plane to Chicago, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

He passes a nearby alley in between a strip mall and a sea food place. He would have kept walking, since it is any normal alleyway in Chicago, but it's the noise that stops him.

The clinking of glass bottles and empty beer cans ring out throughout the quiet night, followed by a loud crash as a trash bin is knocked over. Morgan takes it as a homeless person, a stray cat or dog, but he can't be too sure. His profiler mind kicking into gear.

"Hello?" Morgan calls out, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun that he always took with him. Even on vacation, sort of a precaution and a habit mixed together. "Anyone there?"

The motions through the trash comes to an abrupt stop when whatever or whoever hears Morgan approach the alleyway. It doesn't make any more noise, seemingly frozen in time as Morgan stops at the entrance.

Morgan is about to pull his phone out of his pocket to use as a light when he stops at hearing the low, warning growl of what sounds like a large stray dog. Morgan stops, not wanting to aggravate it anymore than it already probably is.

"Hey," he calls out, trying to coax the dog out. Shining a light on it might scare it, so he doesn't even bother taking his phone out of his pocket. Instead he just makes kissing noises with his lips, in hopes to draw it out long enough to get a glimpse of it.

But the animal doesn't listen. At least, it doesn't respond to Morgan. The only reaction Morgan gets is the quiet clicking of claws and the faint outline of the dog as it hastily makes its retreat, back further into the alley.

"Whatever," Morgan mutters to himself as he straightens his posture, removing his hand from his holstered gun. He wasn't really in the mood to go chasing after a stray dog that isn't too fond of people. And besides, he really should be getting back before someone woke up and noticed him missing.

He turns around and starts walking back in the direction he came from, stopping when he hears a long, drawn out howl sounding way too close for comfort. So, wasting no more time, he quickly walks back the way he came, not even once looking back over his shoulder.

Morgan wakes up early the next morning to hear someone knocking on his open door. He rolls over and sees his mother, Fran, standing in the doorway with a nice smile on her face.

"Late night?" She asks, watching as Morgan slowly sits up. He is wearing a worn out old t-shirt with black shorts. Usually he would only wear his boxers, but seeing as he isn't completely alone in the house with three women, he decided to wear a little more than just boxers.

"No, I just couldn't sleep," Morgan half lied, not wanting to mention the fact that he had taken a walk. He didn't want to think about that strange dog. "Is something up?"

"I made breakfast, it's on the counter," Fran replies, her smile never faltering as she watches Morgan swing his legs over the edge of the bed. "I was going to go out and shop for a little bit, why don't you take your sisters around town? I'm sure it will do you some good to reminisce over things."

"Will do mama," Morgan replies with a smile as he stands up. "I'll be out in a minute, just let me change first."

Fran nods and wordlessly leaves, gently shutting the door behind her. Morgan then quickly strips down to his boxers and pulls on a dark green t-shit with black jeans. He then heads out of his room and into the kitchen where he sees his two sisters siting, eating their own food as they talked about gossip.

"So," Sarah says when they hear him enter the kitchen. "Who's the latest lucky girl?"

"Sarah, you know that's not fair," Morgan jokes as he looks down at his plate full of eggs and bacon. Something he normally makes himself, as he isn't really all that good at cooking. "I don't always take girls home with me."

"What do you plan on doing today?" Desiree asks curiously, having already finished her breakfast.

"Mama said that I should take you out around the town," Morgan replies casually as he takes a bite of his eggs. "Said it would be good to reminisce."

"Then that's exactly what we'll do!" Sarah exclaims as she stands up, a bright smile on her face. "Hurry up Derek, you don't want to be late to the hustle and bustle of the city, now, do you?"

Morgan only chuckles as he shakes his head, taking another bite off his fork. "No I do not."

The city is more loud and crowded than it was at night. The roads are full of cars and the sidewalks are full of people.

Morgan, Sarah, and Desiree all chose to walk instead of drive, not wanting to get caught up in traffic seeing as Sarah and Desiree have to go to work in a few hours. Also, Sarah was the one to talk them into it saying that she liked walking better anyways.

"What do you two do when you can't sleep?" Morgan asks as they pass the alley from last night where Morgan had heard the stray dog. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"I usually just lay in bed until I fall asleep," Desiree answers as she stuffs her cold hands into her pockets. "Sarah gets up and walks around, sometimes waking mama up in the process, with her stomping and whatnot."

"Hey! I don't walk that loudly!" Sarah exclaims as she lightly scuffs Desiree on the shoulder with a smile, Desiree returning it with a chuckle. Sarah then looks at her brother, a smirk on her face. "Is something keeping the all mighty Derek Morgan awake at night? Perhaps a pretty lady?"

"Ha ha, very funny," Morgan chuckles as he rolls his eyes. "It was weird, usually when I visit I can sleep. Something last night just kept bothering me, and I had this need to just...go out and walk."

"Sounds like some supernatural stuff," Sarah comments while Desiree nods. "Did you meet anyone? Perhaps...a girl?"

"You're never going to let me live that down," Morgan chuckles as he shakes his had. "But no, I didn't meet anyone. There was this stray dog in an alleyway a few blocks back. When I was heading home I heard it howling."

"Like a wolf?" Desiree asks, perking up with interest. "I remember hearing something going around the news lately, apparently there's this rabid animal that kills the street dogs and cats. They haven't caught it yet."

"If it was rabid, it would go after people." Morgan comments with a shrug. "I don't know what it was, but it was weird."

"That's definitely some freaky ass supernatural shit," Sarah replies with a laugh as she nudges Derek in the ribs with her elbow.

"Sarah! Ma said to watch your language," Desiree scolds as she shoots a semi-serious glare at her sister. "Besides, I'm sure it's only a lonely street dog just wanting some friends."

After a fw hours of walking around and buying things, both Desiree and Sarah had to get back home to get ready for work. That left Derek open to do whatever he wanted for the remainder of the day, seeing as his mother always shopped for a while. Half the day.

What Morgan chose to do was go back to the alley from last night to see if he could see the stray dog he hadn't been able to see last night. That is, if it was still even there.

He backtracked until he was standing directly in front of the same dead end alleyway as last night. Now that it's bright out, he could clearly see the tipped over trash cans with the trash spilled out everywhere. No one even seemed to care that it was spilled.

"Ya lookin' fer da rabid dog?" A gruff voice asks with a heavy accent as an old man steps to stand next to him.

"Uh," Morgan looks over to the person to see a man in his late sixties standing there. He looks homeless with raggedy clothes, a tangled gray beard. "I don't think-"

"It always comes 'round here," the man continues, ignoring the fact that he had cut Morgan off. "We don't know why, it's never been caught. I haven't heard it around today though."

"Excuse me, did you say 'heard'?" Morgan asks, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you see it?"

"You'd think so," the stranger chuckles. "But nah, the thing is a master at hidin', you'd be blessed ta even get a glimpse of the damn thing."

"Alright," Morgan says as he looks back at the alley. He listens as the man walks away before he walks down the alley. "Strange guy."

Morgan walks down the alley, making sure to take in any sign that the creature he had heard from last night was even there. To this disappointment, and surprise, there was nothing. Not even so much as a tuff of fur. Only trash.

He stop when he comes to the end of the alleyway to see a makeshift shelter out of cardboard, old dirty blankets, and wood sticks. The cardboard is in the corner, built in the shape of a large box held together by peeling ducktape. It is being held up by two thick wooden steaks and the old blanket is hanging off to the side, acting as a makeshift door.

"Hello?" Morgan asks as he kneels down in front of the box. His eyes widen with curiosity, his eyebrows raising at the person sitting in the box.

The person is another man, looking to be younger than Morgan by a few years. He has semi-long brown hair that is dirty and tangled and uneven. He is wearing a lose stained white shirt that hangs low on his shoulders, showing his potruding collarbones. He is wearing thin brown pants and he is barefoot.

"Go away," he mutters as he backs up in the corner, curled up. He is a lot paler than any person Morgan's ever met with expressive brown eyes and kissable lips.

Morgan shakes his head at the last thought. Where had that come from? Yes, he's bi, and yes he takes the occasional man home. But taking notice of a homeless person? That's something he didn't even think was possible.

"You're staring," he muttered as he wraps his skinny arms around himself. It looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks, which he probably hadn't.

"Sorry," Morgan quickly mutters out as he meets his eyes with his own. "Hey, uh, you wouldn't have happened to have seen a stray dog running around here last night, have you?"

The quick fear that flashes through his eyes is quickly noticed by the skilled profiler as he watches the younger man shift uncomfortably. "No."

"Do you sleep here?" Morgan asks, eyebrows furrowing as he looks the kid over. Seriously, how could someone this pretty end up out on the streets?

"Some...sometimes." He replies hesitantly, looking away. He is obviously very uncomfortable with talking to people, by the way he doesn't make eye contact very well.

"Where were you last night?"

"Is this an interrogation or something?" He asks, suddenly defensive as he sits up taller. "Look, I may be homeless but-"

"I'm just curious," Morgan says as he puts his hands up, showing that he means no harm. "So, what's your name kid?"

"S...Spencer Reid. It used to be...dr. but..." He trails off, eyes silghtly widening as if he had said too much.

"Really?" Morgan asks as he shifts. The ground was really starting to feel uncomfortable. "What happened to get you thrown out onto the street?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Spencer mumbles quietly as he looks away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Can you...leave me alone now? Please?"

"Alright, alright, fine." Morgan sighs with exasstperation. "It was nice talking to ya kid."

Spencer doesn't respond. So, Morgan stands up and takes his leave. As he is walking down the alleyway he pulls his phone out of his pocket and pulls up his messages.

1:24 pm
MORGAN: hey bby girl, ive got a task 4 u

GARCIA: o honey u kno i like them tasks
GARCIA: shoot

MORGAN: i met this really interesting homeless person that apparently used to be a doctor of some sort
MORGAN: could u look him up?

GARCIA: derek morgan am i hearing u correctly
GARCIA: u gonna chase after a homeless person

MORGAN: no bby girl
MORGAN: i would just like 2 kno more about him

GARCIA: alright fine
GARCIA: but u owe me

MORGAN: thx bby girl
(SEEN)

"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls."

~George Carlin

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