A/N: So, I have read a few de-aged Criminal Minds fics, which I do love by the way. But what I have noticed is that the majority of them are de-aged Reid (because I mean really, who doesn't love a mini version of our favourite boy genius?). So, you know what I decided to do? Write a de-aged Morgan fic, of course! Because I think a little Morgan would be nothing short of adorable and hilarious- hence this fic was born. I really don't need to be starting a new multi-chapter fic, but oh well! I kinda need the comic relief right now...

And I am working on Chicago, I am halfway through the chapter now, which is far better than where I was before. But before I start rambling on too much, on with this story!

Summary: When Morgan fails to show up for work one morning, what the team find at his house is most definitely not what they expected. De-aged Morgan.

Little Boy Blue

Discovery

The BAU team arrived at the office in the same order nearly every morning. Reid and Hotch were always the first two to arrive- Hotch because he was the Unit Chief and felt it his duty to be there first, and Reid because- well, because he was Reid and he lived the closest to the FBI building in Quantico, anyway. Rossi and Garcia usually showed up next, with JJ coming soon after leaving her young son in her boyfriend's capable hands. Prentiss usually showed up next, with Morgan- last but definitely not least- coming not far behind her. It wasn't unusual for Morgan to be late but, one day, when it had been nearly two hours since he should have arrived and he still hadn't shown up, the team was beginning to worry.

"You'd think Morgan would've called if he wasn't coming into today," Reid said to Prentiss and JJ as they sat in the bullpen. He tried to come off as casual, but his tone and the tension in his expression revealed his worry.

"He could be too sick to call," Prentiss said, trying to calm down both herself and JJ and Reid. "Or he could be at the doctor, and he's going to call us after…"

"No offence, Prentiss, but neither of those instill that much confidence in me about Morgan's wellbeing," Reid admitted.

"No, me neither," Prentiss conceded. "It is like Morgan to be late. It isn't like him to be two hours late without calling in first."

"Maybe Garcia knows where he is," JJ said as the technical analyst in question walked into the bullpen. "Garcia!"

"Morning, my doves!" Garcia called as she walked over to them. "What's up?"

"Have you heard from Morgan?" Reid asked.

"No," Garcia answered, confused. "Should I have?"

"He hasn't come in this morning, and he hasn't called in sick or anything," JJ explained. "We're kinda getting worried."

"I haven't heard from him…" Garcia pulled out her phone, hoping that there would be maybe a message or a missed call from Morgan, but her inbox was empty. "Nope, nothing. Where would he be?"

"We have no idea," said Prentiss. "That's why we were hoping you would know."

"Well I hate to disappoint you- and myself- but I have absolutely no idea where my chocolate god could be," said Garcia. "Maybe we should ask Hotch and Rossi?"

"Good idea," said JJ, and she and Reid rose from their chairs, heading for Hotch's office. "Hotch?" she said when they arrived.

"Can I help you two?" Hotch asked, not looking up from the file he had open in front of him.

"We were actually hoping you'd heard from Morgan," said JJ. "He hasn't shown up for work yet."

"He hasn't?" Hotch repeated, finally looking up. "That's strange… and none of you have heard from him?"

Reid shook his head. "None of us. Not even Garcia." If anyone was likely to know where Morgan was, it would be Garcia. Not only because she probably had some sort of program monitoring Morgan's computer use and thus his life, but also because she was probably the closest to the man out of the whole team.

Hotch brow furrowed. "He never said anything about being late or not coming in today… I'll try calling him, then." Hotch picked up his phone, dialling Morgan's home number. The phone rang several times before Hotch ended the call, sighing. "He's not answering. It just rang out. I'll try his cell." Hotch dialled Morgan's cell phone number, but again he set the phone down with a sigh after a few moments. "No answer there either. It rings so long, it goes to his voicemail."

"This isn't like him," said Reid. "There is no way he wouldn't call if he wasn't going to show up to work. He knows we would worry."

"You're right," said Hotch. He thought for a moment before deciding. "Okay. You two go to his house. I don't want to send a full team in and find out we don't need one, especially when there isn't anything to prove that Morgan's in danger. Go, but be careful. And call when you find anything."

"Yes, sir," Reid and JJ chorused, and the two of them left Hotch's office.

"What did Hotch say?" Prentiss asked when they reached the bullpen.

"He told me and JJ to go check out Morgan's place," Reid informed them. "We'll call as soon as we know anything."

"Hey," said JJ softly, putting a hand on Garcia's shoulder. The technical analyst was visibly very worried about her best friend. "He'll be fine, Garcia. He'll be okay."

"Sorry if I don't believe that without proof, Jayje," Garcia sighed. "Just… just go see if my boy's safe, okay?"

"Will do," JJ promised, and the two of them headed out, silently and secretly praying that their teammate was okay.

*CMxSRxDMxFF*

When Derek Morgan woke up, he felt like his entire world was spinning. His head absolutely ached, like he had been hit by a freight train. And for some incredibly strange reason, he just felt like crying. Okay, that is not normal, he thought to himself. I have never felt like crying for no apparent reason. Something is not right.

When Morgan finally managed to open his eyes, things felt even more wrong. Everything just looked… bigger. Like he was looking at the world through a giant magnifying glass. Okay, something is definitely wrong. Did I hit my head last night or something? Oh god… what did I even do last night?

Morgan racked his brains, trying to find his memories from the night before. Try as he might, though, he could not remember anything after leaving work that day. Could somebody have done something to him that night?

With a growing sense of dread, Morgan started to push back the covers on his bed. It was quite a struggle, strangely- almost like the covers were far too big for him. When he finally got them off of him, Morgan swung his legs over the side of the bed- and they didn't even touch the ground. He was beginning to really panic, now. Something was definitely wrong.

Morgan had to push himself off his bed, almost jumping to get to the ground safely. As it was, he wobbled a little bit on his feet before he found his balance. And as he stood there, Morgan realised just how big everything looked to him. Almost like his entire bedroom had tripled or almost quadrupled in size overnight. What in the hell was going on?

A shrill ringing pierced the silence, and Morgan realised it was his home phone ringing. Shit, what time is it? I'm probably late for work! Morgan made to answer the phone, but he tripped and fell onto his stomach after taking only a few steps.

Tears sprang to Morgan's eyes almost instantly, and he fought hard to keep them back. Why do I want to cry? I shouldn't want to cry. I have had far, far worse falls before. Morgan's knee throbbed suddenly, and he couldn't hold the tears back anymore. They fell fast from his eyes, and try as he might, Morgan couldn't make them stop. Eventually he gave up trying and the tears just fell, Morgan sobbing from where he sat on the floor.

As he cried, Morgan's home phone stopped ringing, and only a few moments later his cell phone went off. Hotch must be trying to call me, Morgan realised as he continued to cry. God, the team's going to be worried. But I can't answer the phone… they cannot hear me cry like this. Morgan wished he knew what on earth was wrong with him that would make everything in his room so much bigger and make him unable to control his crying. He went through all the possibilities, but he couldn't think of anything that would cause this.

Morgan managed to pull himself into a sitting position, his hands curling into fists involuntarily as he continued to cry. He couldn't even remember the last time he had cried like this; it was years and years ago. He scrubbed at his eyes fiercely with his fists, trying unsuccessfully to stop the tears, letting out a wet hiccup as the liquid dripped down his face. He knew that someone on the team would be coming now; he had to stop crying before they got there. If they saw him in tears like this, they would never let him live it down. But still, Morgan hoped they'd come soon. Maybe they would be able to figure out what was wrong with him. And Morgan felt this strange yearning to be near them- like he needed their attention and comfort - or a hug. He was sure they would all give good hugs and he honestly couldn't remember the last time he had hugged them properly, which oddly made him incredibly sad.

Please get here, guys, Morgan thought to himself, scared by his own thoughts. Please get here soon.

*CMxSRxDMxFF*

"Have you ever been to Morgan's place before?" JJ asked as she drove.

"A few times," Reid answered. "To watch movies after cases, usually with Garcia too. Or to, well, talk about women…"

"Ah." JJ had a small smirk on her face as she watched Reid out of the corner of her eye. "Anyone special in your life?"

"N-no," Reid stammered, flustered. "Not really."

"Ah, so you like someone, then," JJ surmised, grinning when Reid blushed deeply, confirming her suspicion. "Who is it?"

Reid was saved from answering by looking up and seeing the road they were looking for. "That's Morgan's street," he said, and JJ instantly took the turn, pulling up out the front of Morgan's place. Both of them drew their guns as they slowly climbed from the car. "Be careful," Reid cautioned.

"I'll be fine," JJ assured him. "As long as we don't split up. We don't want a repeat of the last time we did that…"

Reid almost shuddered at the thought. He knew exactly what JJ was talking about. "No, no we don't," he agreed. "We definitely don't want that. Stay close to me, then."

The two of them approached the front door. Reid tried to open it, but it was still locked. "I'm hoping that's a good sign," said Reid.

"Please say you have a spare key or something," said JJ.

"No, but I know where Morgan hid his spare," said Reid. "He told me, in case of situations like this." Reid bent down over the garden bed beside the door, reaching down into the well-hidden crevice to pull out a key. He unlocked the door and opened it slowly, pocketing the key and beckoning to JJ with the hand that wasn't holding his gun. "Follow me," he whispered.

The two agents entered the house, moving through it as quietly as they possible could as they checked every room. Finding all of them empty and with no signs of a struggle or that anything had happened, they moved towards the last room: Morgan's bedroom. The door was every-so-slightly ajar, and Reid and JJ could hear something in the room beyond- like somebody sniffling quietly.

"Can you hear that?" JJ asked.

"Yeah, I can," Reid replied. "What is it?"

"It's almost like… like somebody crying. Like they've just been crying," JJ said, sounding surprised. "Let's… let's check it out, shall we?"

JJ pushed the door opened slowly, putting away her gun almost as soon as she caught sight of the room beyond. Reid followed suit as soon as JJ moved inside the room, and he could get a proper view. Morgan was nowhere to be seen. Instead there was a little boy sitting on the floor, about three or four years old. He was almost certainly the source of the sniffing noise, judging by his red puffy eyes and his tear-stained face. The little boy had chocolate-coloured skin and dark brown eyes, and a fuzz of black hair sitting on top of his head. He looked to have fallen over, judging by the bloody graze on his left knee.

The little boy looked up at them with wide eyes, which gleamed with recognition and a slight flash of fear as soon as he saw them and the guns they were brandishing. "R-Reid?" he said in a small, shaky voice, reaching a hand towards the two and almost falling forwards onto his stomach, as it was the only thing holding him upright. "JJ?"

Reid's eyes grew wide as he stared at the little boy, and he took an involuntary step backward. He didn't understand. This wasn't logical in the slightest and he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

JJ, standing next to Reid, was thinking similarly, except she had taken a step towards the little boy on the floor. Her motherly instincts weren't allowing her to leave him alone on the floor when he was clearly upset. They both knew who this was, even though everything they had experienced in life told them this should be impossible. "Oh, my god," she gasped, crouching in front of him and stroking a tear from underneath one eye. "Morgan?"

A/N: Aww, little Morgan... anyone else really wanna hug him right now? Because I kinda do... And some of you are probably wondering why Reid is one of the main characters in this story- this will be revealed later, don't you worry! :)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Reviews are, as always very much appreciated, so please send them my way! :)