This is set 10 years after Reid leaves the BAU in Quantico and transfers to the Las Vegas BAU to support his mother. (Do I care if they don't have one? No. Just go with it.) There will be a few minor OC's in here. This will probably be a two-shot, maybe a three-shot. Each chapter is based after a song. Keep in mind, they AREN'T songfics. They're just based after a song. The title will tell you the song.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

The stars lean down to kiss you,

As I lie awake and miss you,

Pour me a heavy dose

Of atmosphere.

Derek Morgan sat at his desk at the BAU. His boss, Aaron Hotchner, walked by and looked at him.

"It's been ten years today." Hotch said. Morgan looked up at him.

"I know." Morgan said and looked at the picture of his ex-whatever he was, Spencer Reid. Reid had transferred to the BAU in Las Vegas ten years ago so he could support his mom. He hadn't kept in contact with anyone, so everyone just, gave up. Gave up on trying to stay in contact. They called, sent letters, sent e-mails, but no one had ever got up the courage to actually drive out to Las Vegas to try and find him. No one knew his address. He never sent anything back.

Morgan and Reid had been close friends, and at one point, Morgan and Reid had been secretly dating. No one knew about their relationship besides Morgan's family. Reid had broke up with Morgan two weeks before Reid transferred. Morgan hadn't known why he had until he had left.

Since then, JJ had left the BAU for good, deciding she wanted to raise a family with Will. Rossi retired, Strauss retired, Hotch took over, Seaver had stayed, Garcia had started a family with Kevin, but stayed, and Prentiss had magically returned from the grave, hadn't being dead in the first place. She was still living in France, but returned rarely to visit. Two new agents had joined the team in the past five years, A twenty-five year old guy named Tom, whom had been in the navy for awhile but left with an honorable discharge when he broke his arm, and a thirty-two year old guy named Brian who didn't talk much when it came to subjects outside of his job.

And Morgan was still at the same pace he had always been. Not married, no kids, still living in the same house. Clooney had died five years ago, and Morgan had gotten a new lab that he named Benny. He had tried goldfish, but that, in all honesty, lasted two days.

Morgan had wondered what Reid was doing now. Was he married? Did he have a family? Or was he living alone in a small apartment? Did he go back on drugs? He was definitely still alive, they all knew that. He hadn't shown up as deceased yet. But Morgan wondered if Reid even still thought of them from time to time. Of Morgan. Of their relationship.

But that was ten years ago. Reid had more than likely moved on.

"Have you ever tried finding him?" Hotch asked. Morgan looked up at him.

"Finding him? What, like getting his address and going out to Las Vegas and finding him? I don't know. Yeah, I've thought of it. But I've never acted on it. I don't know how Reid would take it." Morgan said and looked down. Hotch shrugged.

"It seems like a good idea to me." Hotch said. Morgan looked back up at him.

"Maybe." Morgan said and sighed.

"Well, it's Jack's sweet sixteen in three weeks. He wants you, and Reid, to come." Hotch said. Morgan blinked. Hotch shrugged and leaned down so he was eye level with Morgan. "Take a week off, fly to Las Vegas, and find him. That's an order." Hotch said and smiled lightly. Morgan nodded and rubbed the back of his head.

"If it's an order, I guess I have to." Morgan said and grinned. Hotch stood up and nodded.

"That's right." Hotch said and walked back into his office.

Sixteen year old Jack. I don't think I can deal with this.

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