A/N: Thanks to all of you who reviewed If Only! It really means so much. Since If Only kind of ended unresolved, I wanted to continue, with some lovely fluffiness between Reid and Morgan! This contains Morgan/Reid slash, so if that bothers you, please do not read. Some people asked if the photo Reid has framed is based on the picture that was posted on Twitter… it is [: That photo seriously makes me so happy. This takes place after If Only, and it probably won't make much sense unless you read that first…

Reid's thoughts are in italics.

Please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Criminal Minds, or the characters therein

When the team returned from the case in Florida, they were all exhausted. Reid, more than any of the others. They all sat in the jet, waiting to return to Quantico. Hotch and Rossi were sitting across from each other, and JJ and Emily were chatting across the aisle from them. Morgan was sitting on the couch, listening to his iPod. Reid was sitting at the other end of the jet as everyone else, his eyes glued on his book. No one seemed to notice that he hadn't turned a page in twenty minutes. His mind was racing, ratios and statistics not aiding in his plight.

Did Morgan find the picture? Because if he did, he would definitely know. It wasn't that subtle, not at all. How had he been so careless? He should have seen Morgan eyeing his bag, and taken it in with him when he showered. But, if he had found the picture, wouldn't he have been acting strangely? What if he was hiding it? I mean, he's a profiler, for god's sakes…

Reid's thoughts were interrupted by someone sitting across from him. He looked up from his book, trying to pass off his wandering mind as intense reading. JJ looked at him, concern swirling in her blue eyes. She leaned her elbows on her knees and said, "Reid? You okay?"

Reid smiled slightly and said, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, it was a tough case. For all of us," she replied, staring into his eyes. They both knew that wasn't why he was upset, but Reid didn't call her out on it.

"I'm fine, JJ. Thanks for asking, though," he said with a crooked smile. JJ nodded and returned to Emily, presumably to talk about Reid. Reid didn't seem to mind, however. He looked down at the book in his hands. It was A Hundred Years of Solitude, in its original Spanish. He had gotten the copy with his mother in one of her lucid spells.

They had gone to the used bookstore, one of the few places that Diana ever consistently wanted to go. The book, then, was pristine. The book jacket was covered with lush foliage, and the swirling letters of Cien años de soledad had captured Reid's attention in a heartbeat. It wasn't often one found a book that was well taken care of in the used bookstore. Reid was young enough that he didn't know Spanish yet, but he knew that this book was the one. He picked it up from the shelf, tracing the swirling white letters with his finger. He opened up the book, and the words of the book were enchanting. He read through the book, not knowing what a single word meant. He had no idea what the book was about, but he knew he had to have it. His mom bought it with a smile, saying, "Well, I guess we'll have to learn Spanish then." Reid had nodded enthusiastically, happy to have anything to do with his mother.

Yet, the next day was when his father had left them for good, and Reid never did get the chance to learn Spanish with his mother. Instead, he learned it on his own, in the school library, perusing the various Spanish dictionaries and textbooks. And when he did read Cien años de soledad, it was every bit as good as he knew it would be. He kept the copy, a reminder of that perfect day before his father had left. Eventually, the cover fell off, and he had to write the title on the green cover, even though he would never forget which book it was.

Reid traced his messy scrawl, his mind wandering back to Morgan. Morgan had gone through his bag. Reid should have felt angry, violated, but instead he was wondering what Morgan thought of him now.

Does he think I'm a nerd for reading a book in another language? Well, he probably already thinks I'm a nerd. What else did he find? Oh god, did he go through my iPod…?

In an embarrassing, yet inevitably true moment of weakness, Reid had tried to educate himself in pop culture and downloaded an obnoxious amount of rap onto his iPod. It was jarring, to say the least, when he was sitting on his couch listening to Beethoven when Jay-Z started blaring into his ears. Surprisingly, he didn't mind it as much as he had thought. After being mocked by the team for not knowing Lady Gaga, he quickly downloaded every song, trying to ascertain what he was missing. Maybe it was because he was male, but he didn't get it. Next, he watched A Clockwork Orange in another vain attempt to fit in better. He quickly wished he hadn't. Reid had seen many horrifying things, but he vowed he would never watch that movie ever, ever again.

Oh god, and he found that napkin…

Reid had received the napkin just before the case. Apparently Reid wasn't as hopeless a case as Morgan had deemed him. Unfortunately for Reid, his success with the opposite sex came only after he realized he was incredibly and utterly gay.

Maybe there was a correlation.

Regardless, Reid was heading back from the library on Friday night (Morgan couldn't always convince Reid to hit the club) when the smell of something made him stop in his tracks.

Coffee.

It was as if Reid's legs had minds of their own. He followed the smell of that heavenly coffee all the way into a small coffee shop two blocks away, where a slight blonde worked behind the counter. She looked up and smiled at him when the door opened with a jingle and asked him what she could do for him.

He said, "Um, just a coffee with two teaspoons of sugar. Thanks." She flashed a smile at him, and Reid's heart murmured anxiously. Reid recognized that smile. He fiddled with his messenger bag nervously. She returned fairly quickly with his coffee and a napkin. Reid thought, I really look that clumsy…? He didn't mention it however, and grabbed the coffee and the napkin with a thank you.

She said, "So this is your first time here. How'd you find us?"

Reid paused for a moment before stuttering, "Um, w-well, I pretty much just followed my nose. It smells fantastic. I was two blocks away."

She laughed, as if he had said something hilarious and replied, "Yeah. My dad built this place, and my mom came up with the coffee. Oh, you have no idea how much coffee I drank as a child, and even more now."

"Trust me, I'm sure I drink more," Reid smiled, feeling slightly more comfortable with a fellow caffeine addict. She smiled, and they continued to chat. Despite the fact that Reid was irrevocably gay, he did like Macey. When he left and saw the number on the napkin, he knew he couldn't go back to the coffee shop. How was he going to explain to her that she wasn't exactly his type…?

Reid snapped back to the present, as the plane touched the runway. It skidded along the pavement, and Reid looked around the cabin. Morgan had obviously just been jerked from sleep, and the rest of the team was collecting their things. Reid waited a bit as the rest of the team slowly filed out of the plane, and then followed, his satchel clutched tightly to his chest.

A/N: So… this ended up completely different than how I had planned it. Oh, and just to clarify, I don't have anything against Lady Gaga. In fact, I'm listening to her right now. But, I just can't imagine Reid liking her… so yeah. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this! Please review!