Request. Morgan is leaving the BAU.

Morgan folded his desktop planner closed, and leant down to dispose of it in the trash-can under his desk. Smiling slightly, he found a photograph of the team next. All of them sitting around a table at JJ and Will's wedding, happy. Not a care in the world. He put the photo in his cardboard box and started on the drawers.

He knew Reid was watching him. Out of the corner of his eye, Morgan saw the kid leaning against the door frame, arms folded and eyes on the floor. Reid had been avoiding him all week - for the past six months, really - but he knew that if he didn't come now, he wouldn't get a chance to say what he needed to say.

Morgan busied himself with cleaning out his top drawer, and waited for Reid to come over. When he finally did, he stopped in front of the desk and just stood there silently.

"Hey, kid." Morgan tried. "It's late. What are you still doing around?"

Reid looked up at Morgan briefly. Awkwardly. Nervously. As if they had never spoken before. But he didn't answer, and Morgan didn't push.

Morgan shut down his computer. He moved slowly and double checked all of his personal files were erased and his automatic login was disabled. Reid still stood there. His brow was furrowed, and he looked utterly confused.

"I don't know what to say to you." Reid said honestly. His voice was thick from lack of use.

"You don't have to say anything, Reid."

"I don't know how to help."

"That's okay."

"I don't want you to go."

"And I don't want to go, kid. But I don't get a choice."

Reid opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no words came out.

"But there's still... it's only July and the-"

Morgan cut him off. "I want to be with my family, Reid." He said softly.

Reid shook his head frantically. "But we're your family too!" He said, perhaps a little too loudly and with a little more force than he intended. "I'm... I'm your family."

Then Reid was furiously wiping at his face avoiding Morgan yet again.

Morgan had expected this kind of reaction from Reid. He had known everyone else would think it too selfish to come to him with their sadness and that they would try and act like everything was normal and he was simply leaving to take another job.

"Spencer." Morgan tried. Now his voice was weak. He went to Reid and put an arm around him, and before he knew it Reid was clinging to him and screaming some illegible jumbled of "don't go" "it doesn't make sense" "it's not fair" and everything Morgan had let out when he kicked holes into the wall of his bedroom, and smashed his fist through his windows.

Reid wasn't selfish. Reid was confused and angry and terrified. Just like Morgan was. His giant brain was splitting in half because it didn't make sense and it wasn't fair and he needed to talk and he didn't have anywhere else to go. Gideon was gone, Prentiss was gone.

"You can't go too." Reid whispered.

Morgan didn't respond.