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(No Kittens were harmed in the production of this fic)

There's a recent pic on tumblr...please find the gold and look at the slashy goodness. ( i can't link it here.)

Do they want all the fan guys/gals to have wet dreams till kingdom come…or they just out themselves. GO AHEAD! DO IT!

Reid comment enjoy…I dare you.

This night out was long overdue; and The Stepfather was playing at the local cinema. It didn't hurt that the Lila Archer was a leading female…her first major role.

"It's kinda…weird. I mean she's playing a teenager and she's… not." Reid crosses his arms as he sits in the passenger seat of Morgan's suv.

"Boy wonder, she's a college student. There's a difference…sorta. Why didn't you see this when it first came out on the big screen?" Garcia reaches to pat Reid on the shoulder. The cadet laughs at Reid's scowl.

"What? I don't like the movies."

"Why? Too dark? Sit next to me Kid, I'll keep you safe." Morgan voice is honeyed, a tint of teasing creeping in.

"You know Lila Archer?" Cadet pipes up from the back; J.J. and Prentiss exchange looks, cracking up. Morgan breath hisses as he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, Reid was her personal savior from her deranged, psychopathic, stalker girlfriend." Morgan bites.

Reid looks over to see Morgan's eyes darken with something he just can't place; knuckles tight against the steering wheel.

He only reacts that way to…Hankel and Carol.

"Why'd you stop seein' her? You two hit it off oh so well." Morgan's voice sardonic as Reid bristles.

"Coming from the guy who dates a girl, what once and then discards her?" Reid spits. His shoulders slump.

"Sorry, Morgan." Reid looks over at Morgan who smiles.

"It's alright…I get it. Sorry for pushin'." Morgan laughs.

"We weren't together. There was too much distance with our schedules…" He feels Morgan's curious gaze bore him.

"She thought I was too…'innocent, too slow for her speed.'" His fingers tap a nervous beat on his thigh.

Garcia snorts— "You look like the 'I look so innocent, but really I'm so debauched, I could make an exotic dancer look like a saint' type." The girls laugh as Reid pouts. The cadet looks as if she'd drown kittens with her tears.

"We're here." Morgan growls, hoarse as he slides into a parking space, the cinema bathed in light.

"She sucks as an actress." Morgan muses as he digs for another hand of popcorn; fingers' brushing Reid's, sending tingles up his body.

"Sorry." Reid's body exudes heat as he shifts, pulling his hand back.

Morgan breathes softly, looking over at Reid whose eyes shine like marbles in the dim light.

"He's a psychopath with an issue with control." Morgan leans in to whisper in Reid's ear.

Reid turns his head, ear grazing Morgan's lips.

Intimate space (18 inches: comfort, protection…sex)

Personal space (18 inches—4 feet: interaction, conversation)

Social space (4 feet— 12 feet: formal/ impersonal)

How is it that Morgan's able to get into Reid's most intimate space, always, and Reid doesn't…mind?

How is it that his body looks forward to the tiny touches— they tell him that he's still here, still whole…still wanted? Someone cares? This is what friends are for.

Reid smirks.

"Borderline personality disorder with a touch of bi polar and OCD." Reid turns back to the screen as Morgan rests his arm on the back of Reid's seat, fingers teasing the ends of Reid's hair.

It was supposed to be a joke.

They fumble their way out of the dim theatre into the gilded lobby.

"Oh, this would make a great picture guys…" J.J. says as Garcia and the cadet, Morgan and Reid file out after she and Prentiss.

"Alright, strike a pose!" Garcia says with dramatic flair.

It was supposed to be a joke as Morgan wraps an arm around Reid's slim waist, pulling him close— 18''— burying his face in Reid's neck.

It was supposed to be in jest as Reid opens his eyes in a comical look…is this right?

Is this supposed to be happening? Morgan lips the words 'pretty boy' against Reid's neck.

It's supposed to be funny, but Morgan's not laughing as Reid feels it— the dark heat as Morgan sighs into Reid's skin; nosing the softness as his fingers tremble as he holds the pose.

Reid's lost the joke as he feels the hot, slight bulge nudging his thigh as the flash sparks.

Something stirs below Reid's belt as well.

He's not so sure his eyes are wide to be funny anymore as Morgan's the first to pull away; Reid knows it a fake laugh he hears as Morgan turns to joke with Garcia and Prentiss.

It was supposed to be hilarious, but Reid's not so certain anymore.

A/N: Shitty weekend turned awesome by the viewing of one awesome pic…gosh my life is almost complete (they have to know what this does to a hormonal fan girl… they have to!)

There is not enough subtext to deny this…and I know people would probably come back with the lame argument that they were just "joking." But there is the irrefutable fact that there are NUMEROUS pics of them being slashy cuddlebuddies and sound bites of them saying things that are not totally straight.

Just shut up and enjoy the moment…

There are no such things as coincidence. (Gibbs' rule #39)

So…what do you think….I WANT TO KNOW!

Thank you for your time.