I want to see what you guys think. Since I know I'm not popular and can't be all "In a week I'll check back and if I have so and so then I'll so and so..." So... I'm going to say if I get 18 requests or more at any point in time to continue I will. Vice versa as well. I was going to trash this, but if it's worth going on please tell me. PLEASE TELL ME IN THE REVIEW. If you don't review I won't know you want me to go on because I NEVER check my email unless it is dealing with work or school and I was told to by teachers or superiors. lol I only check the reviews on my stories and traffic weekly on this site. I'm sorry if it inconveniences you!


"Are you sure you can handle this, Reid?" Morgan asked. His breath was hot and wet on Spencer's lips, garlic-y from the breadsticks and a little sour from the Italian dressing.

"Where is Spence and Morgan?" JJ asked. She sat at the end of the long table and looked over to Prentiss for an answer.

Emily swished her dark hair behind her head and picked up the green cloth napkin. "I know Reid is in the bathroom and maybe Morgan is too."

JJ nodded, picking up her fork and digging into her Fettuccini Alfredo. Hotch unrolled his napkin and the knife fell on the floor. Garcia reached down and saw a cell phone under the chair.

"Are any of you guys missing your cell phone?" She asked. She knew it was from one of them, she vaguely recognized the color and model.

All checked and replied with shaking heads, their mouths too full of food to answer. "Oh, it must be junior G's then. I know Morgan's by heart." She smiled.

"Did you mention my name?" The tall dark man asked, coming out from behind the half wall holding a wine rack.

"Yeah, my Chocolate Adonis." She giggled. "This is Reid's phone isn't it?"

Derek examined it and nodded. "He's coming. He felt a little sick so I helped him out." Morgan replied. He noticed his food was on the table and sat, picking up the fork before his butt hit the chair.

"He's okay though?" JJ reassured herself. Ever since getting pregnant her mother hormones had been off the chart, especially with Reid.

"Yes, he's fine. He said he'll be out in a minute. Calm down, momma-to-be." Morgan joked. JJ smiled, a look of relief crossing her face, and picked up another fork full.

The team was staying in Florida for one more night before heading back to Quantico. They had decided to eat out instead of ordering room service individually.

After about five minutes, Spencer came out of the bathroom, his lips less swollen and eyes not as puffy as they were when Morgan had left. His ears and cheeks and neck were still pinkish, but the lighting in any Olive Garden always sucked and no one would see.

"You feeling okay?" Prentiss questioned.

"Quite fine actually. Just a little queasy. Sorry to worry you guys. And…thank you Morgan."

"No problem, kid." Morgan avoided eye contact, talking to Garcia with a carefree tone.


"Good night gummy bears." Garcia waved before closing her and the other girls door. "Yes, Hotch, you too," she said through the wood.

The three remaining team members laughed a little and walked to their own room. Hotch handed Reid a room key.

"Go ahead. I feel like drinking for a bit and thinking to myself." Unfortunately for him, everyone knew about his guilty pleasure of bribing the hotel managers to let him in the pool after hours and swimming until the early morning when a case has been hard for him. Sometimes no one would see him until just before the jet took off and he'd be showered and tired. Morgan had come in from another woman's room when he had seen Hotch one morning. Eventually, the whole team found out on a restless night or when they went out for a midnight drink or snack.

"Sure man. See you later then. You do have the other key right?"

Hotch nodded at Morgan and patted the pocket over his chest. "See you two."

Reid smiled and waved, and opened the hotel door. His heart suddenly jumped out of his chest and fell to the floor, in his imagination of course. He took the key and set it on the table by the TV. His senses wired to high alert, making him wonder if Morgan could hear his heart rate. In reality he knew that it was impossible to, but his mind still questioned the impracticality.

Morgan, the model of coolness, was calm and collected, as if the conversation and actions that took place earlier did not.

"Mor…Derek?" Spencer asked. His things were lying next to the cot in the hotel room. There were always two beds and a cot in the room with the three guys. Reid would always take the cot since they were always longer and his feet would stick out of the hotel's beds.

"Yeah Reid?" Morgan replied. Spence could hear the annoyance the older man had tried to cover but ignored it.

"Is it okay…to do it now?" he asked. His knee's were almost clanking together, he was shaking so much. His eyes were almost too watery to see through, hands almost too sweaty to grip, heart almost too loud in his ears to hear.

Derek pulled his basketball shorts and wife-beater out of his go bag. He threw off his top and slipped the tank top on. "Do you really want to? You were serious…" His belt was pulled through its loops and thrown into the bag.

It wasn't a question, more like a thought to himself, but Reid answered anyway. "Yes." There was an awkward silence as Morgan put his shorts on. "I know…that you are not gay. And I know that you never sleep with the same person twice… And I know that you are 'purely pussy' as you put it," the mention of "pussy" in reference to "vagina" made the lanky man blush more than he already was. "But I still want to. Just once is all I ask for."

Derek turned to Reid and saw the mess that was standing in front of him. A tall, clumsy, ungraceful man who was asking for sex was standing there. Taller than him, teammate, friend, man, man, man, MAN. Morgan was not a gay. He wasn't nor would he ever be. The look, though. The look that this same MAN was giving him was close to that of an abandoned pet on the street.

"…I know that you probably despise homosexual men… Even so… even so I wish for just one night."

Morgan sighed, not bothering to hide the irritation he was feeling. Reid flinched and the drops in the corners of his eyes almost fell. "Get on the bed while I shower. Then you shower and I'll see how I feel."

Spencer straightened his posture in a second, his hands clenching on his sides. He hung his head down, his hair covering his eyes so Morgan couldn't see what emotion he had on his face.

"Okay." He said. "But... can I shower first?"

"Yeah," Morgan's voice came out a little strained, but at least it had come out.