A/N: Late night One-Shot inspired by "Safe and Sound". If anyone wants to hear the cover that inspired this story, listen to the cover by Megan Nicole, in my opinion, it's much better than the original, no offense to any Taylor Swift fans.

All grammar errors are mine.

My first attempt at Morgan/Reid. Hope you all enjoy!

Safe and Sound

Morgan yanks the door open and promptly slams it shut with so much force that it is heard from inside the driver seat of the SUV still running and parked in the driveway. Reid simply sits in the said seat, his hands grasping the steering wheel firmly. He should go after him, he should go and talk to the other agent, but he doesn't. The genius just sits there in the driver seat. He waits and watches, a slight hope that maybe, just maybe, Morgan would come back out, open the door to the SUV and just hug the doe eyed genius.

It doesn't happen.

Reid takes the keys out of the ignition before taking note of the time. 9:52 pm. He leans back fully into the material of the seat, his head against the headrest as he lets out a loud sigh, all the tension of the case they just returned home to, trying to escape him, but that was proving more challenging than anticipated.

The case wasn't supposed to be so complicated- the Unsub was targeting homeowners, leaving their children locked in the basement. Their profile had concluded that their Unsub was male, age 35-40, recently unemployed, had a strong addiction to acid, and seeking revenge on those who had turned him away. He was supposed to be easily apprehended, but when they went in for the arrest, it didn't exactly go as planned. Matthew Dellan, their Unsub, had been cornered after killing the woman who had interview him for the position of janitor, but turned him away for his acid use. Dellan killed the woman and her husband, but before he could lock their 7 year old son in the basement, law enforcement had surrounded the house.

Morgan had gone around the back, hoping to get a possible clear shot at the man, but he had caught sight of the boy. Worrying about the child's safety, he motioned for him to get out through the backdoor while Dellan was busy panicking about the officers in the lawn. When his back was turned, the boy made a run for it. However, before the boy even made it two yards from the safely of the profilers arms, Dellan turned and shot the boy directly in the head, instantly killing him in front of Morgan. Without thinking, Morgan fired six shots into the heart of the killer, his eyes completely harden and glazed over in silently fury.

The others had stormed the house upon hearing the first shot fired. Reid saw as his lover of more than a year held a steady aim at the dead body in the kitchen, ready to put another round in his head given the chance. Reid will be the first to tell you that before that moment, Derek never did anything that would strike fear into one's heart, but seeing his boyfriend with harden, dead eyes solely locked on the body of Dellan has sent a soul chill of terror and sadness through his soul.

It was Hotch who had used his hand to lower Morgan's gun and even physically removed it from him. The agent gave it up without contest, but it was simply as if he had no emotion during that moment, that he wasn't SSA Morgan, a profiler for the BAU, or that he wasn't Derek, lover to Spencer Reid. For that everlasting moment that would forever say imprinted against his will in Reid's memory, the man in front of him wasn't human, he was a cold and empty shell.

On the drive back to the hotel to pack, and then to the jet home, Morgan didn't talk, he wouldn't. His eyes wouldn't meet anyone else's. On the jet, the profiler sat alone away from the group, his headphones on, his eyes staring straight out the window, never once giving a glance to anyone who passed him, even a certain genius who had tried to coax some words out of him without much success.

Apparently, Reid later found out when they landed in Quantico, he forwardly told Hotch in a low far off voice what had happening in those few seconds before the rest of the team had come across the scene. Once landed, Morgan made a bee line to the SUV, leaning against the sleek side of the vehicle. After quick goodbyes and Hotch recommending the two agents take a three day weekend, no words were exchanged between to the two lovers, until they arrived at Morgan's house, leaving the SUV with a rather large slam of the door, followed by another loud boom of a slammed front door that made Spencer flinch at the sound.

After nearly 10 minutes of staying in the SUV, letting the events of that day run through his head as clearly as the seat he was in time after time, he slowly gets out of the vehicle after reaching for his go bag from the backseat. He locks and arms the SUV as he makes his trek to the front door. When he opens the door, a ghost of a smile appears on his lips as he remembers what Morgan had told him once.

"Baby," he had started on morning as they left for work, "When we leave this house, we're not just boyfriends, we're co-workers, but when we get back," it was then that he had pulled the genius into a passionate kiss, "When we get pasted this threshold, we're lovers, no work, no case, just us as Spencer and Derek."

"Really?"

"Really, Pretty Boy."

Spencer wished that was the case at the moment, stepping over the threshold of the house. He walks into the foyer to see his lover's to go bag thrown across the room, its contents scattered on the tile. Locking the door behind him, Reid made his way to the living room where he found Morgan in front of his small liquor cabinet, a tumbler of his strongest scotch in his hand, nearly half gone. He takes another swing of the amber liquid and hisses as it goes down, slamming the tumbler down on the polished wood. Morgan pours another glass full of scotch, as Reid walks into the room, his hand gently resting on a muscular forearm.

"Derek," his said lover simply shrugs him off rather violently. A bit taken back, Reid tried to get through to the darker profilers. "Derek, please. Just talk to me," Spencer pleased softly, wanting to simply wrap his arms around his hurting lover, but knew that it wasn't going to be fully accepted or appreciated. Morgan scoffs and takes another drink, the burn of the alcohol flowing down his throat.

"Derek-"

"You weren't there." Spencer froze at the quietness of his voice, but he could hear the anger, all the emotion that was about to burst given the chance.

The genius watch as his lover leaned away from the cabinet, his hands on its edge. "Drinking is not going to solve this," Reid reached for his lover again, "Derek, just-"

Before his hand to make contact with Derek's arm again, the other turned to face the other with such so much silent anger and agony in his eyes and features that the genius actually had to take a step back. That anger that was present that night when Garcia was shot and in the hospital was absolutely nothing compared to what was present in that moment.

"You were not there, Reid," gritted out the other agent, his eyes sending shivers down Spencer's spine. With that, Morgan shoved passed Reid, tumbler of amber liquid still clutched in his grasp, into the hall which leads to the bedroom they shared.

Reid was left in the living room, the open bottle of scotch still lying on top of the polished. With a sigh, he runs his hands over his face and through his hair, then caps the class bottle and puts it back in its place. Spencer wraps his arms around himself for a moment, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, random statistics running through his mind, however, he was soon brought out of his own mind by Clooney who nudged his nose against his leg. The seven year old gray Pitbull Terrier-Weimaraner mixed whined softly, before wagging his tale at Spencer's given attention.

"Hey boy," Reid kneeled down and scratched the friendly mix behind the ears, Clooney's tail wagging back and forth. "Your dad's not feeling all that great tonight," he sighed. Clooney began to whine a bit, picking up on his emotions. "Want to go outside for a bit?" Clooney let out a small bark as Reid began to lead the way outside. Before heading outside to the fenced yard, Reid turned and reached behind a physics book on the bookshelf next to the sliding door. Carefully, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that he kept out of sight.

Going through the sliding door and closing it behind him, he sat in a patio chair and tapped out a stick from the box. He watched at Clooney ran around the expanse of yard, chasing what Spencer believed was the same squirrel that resided in the tree in the corner.

Bringing the cigarette to his lips, he flipped over the lighter, the one that used to be his Uncle Daniel's before he passed away. He never told his mother that he had it, but always assumed that she did, because his Uncle Daniel had taught his some magic tricks with the silver trinket. Letting the tip burn for a second or two, he inhaled, letting the nicotine produce a small relaxing high that he currently needed at the moment. He exhaled, resting comfortably in the chair.

"Six minutes," he recalled hearing Morgan chuckle the first time he caught his lover smoking after a stressful case. "I didn't know you picked up smoking, Pretty Boy."

"I know it's replacing an addiction with an addiction, but it helps in a weird sort of way," he didn't feel like explaining in full detail the studies that showed that smoking has actually helped the replase of many drug users.

"Don't worry about it Spence," Reid put out his cigarette as walked over to his lover, "Just, I don't really like the idea of you going through pack like you do coffee."

"I only smoke when I'm stressed out more than usual."

"Maybe I can help out in that department, Baby."

Reid had brought this current pack of cigarettes about eight months ago and had only smoked about 4 times in those eight months. After finishing his cigarette, he put it out, and called Clooney back in. He made sure that he put the lighter and pack behind the same large physics book and walked to the master bedroom. Carefully turning the lock, he came to realize that Morgan had locked the door. Resting his forehead, he called out for his lover.

"Morgan?" No reply, he tried again. "Derek?"

"Leave," came a muffled reply through the wood. Slightly defeated, Spencer just leaned against the door for a while longer. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered more to himself than to the other beyond the door. He pushed himself off the surface and to the guest room further down the hall. Reid showered and went to bed, hoping that the morning would bring some change. After marking his place in the book he was currently reading, he noticed Clooney make his way into the room and settled comfortably on the floor of the foot of the bed. The genius smiled, glad that Clooney was one of the few dogs that had gotten over his so called "Reid Effect" early on. Switching off the lamp light, Reid buried himself in the soft comforter of the bed and drifted off to sleep, Derek foremost in his mind.

It was around 3am when Reid heard the thumping of Clooney's tail against the carpeted floor rather loudly. It was a short while later that the he felt a shift of body weight on the mattress, and arms wrap around his body. The smell of a very faint, but familiar aftershave mixed with the spicy aroma of scotch made him even more aware of his new bedmate. Spencer shifted so that he was face to face with his lover. The anger that was present earlier was gone, it was now replaced with sadness and regret.

Spencer's hazel eyes found the dark eyes of Derek. He reached out and caressed his darker lover's cheek, feeling the rough stubble against his palm. Morgan leaned into his touch and let out a broken sigh.

"Baby," he started softly, "I'm…" he couldn't finish his sentence, his eyes closing shut.

"I know," whispered Reid reassuringly, his hand making its way to stroke the back of his lover's head. "It's okay, Derek."

"He was right there," he was so broken. Spencer didn't need to be told that what had happened today only served as a flashback to his lover's childhood. The loss of his father.

"You did what you could."

"But it wasn't enough." He buried his head in Spencer's shoulder, his arms wrapping tightly around the lithe profiler.

"We can't save them all," came the younger of the two, enveloping his tormented lover in his arms, wanting to help him hide from the day's events. "You did everything you could possibly do. And I love you for it. I always will," he nuzzled his nose against the top of Derek's head.

"Spencer," he voice was muffled against the soft, warm skin of doctor. He tried once against to continue his sentence but failed to get the words out, his body beginning to shake slightly. His hold on his younger lover tighten, it was then that the other realized what he meant to say.

"I'm not going anywhere," he kissed the top of Derek's head , his lips never leaving his skin as he whispered, "I love you." It was then that the young genius felt a slight wetness on his shoulder, and the shakes that his lover was trying so hard to control, were slowly escaping their confides. Spencer's hand stroked the back of Derek's head while the other gently cradled his neck until Derek was sound asleep, the darkness of the night and the warmth of his embrace lulling him to a much needed sleep.

The silently lullaby of beating hearts pulled Spencer into his own sleep, his lover safe in his arms. Morning would peek through the windows in a few hours, but until then, they were safe and sound in each other's arms.

"Just close your eyes/ the sun is going down/ You'll be alright/ No one can hurt us now/ Come morning light/ You and I will be safe and sound". 'Safe and Sound' –Taylor Swift

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