Author's Note: I've been thinking about how I wanted my first Morgan/Reid story to be, and how it should go, and I think I've figured it out. I would love for you guys to review, so I can know if this is worth continuing. Hope you enjoy! :) I know this chapter is pretty short; I plan on the others to be fairly long.

Warnings: Slash

Alienation

It was unusually cold outside for an early September morning. The window was open slightly at its hinges, and a chilling draft breezed through, filling the room with a somber mood.

Spencer Reid shivered slightly, raising himself up out of bed. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, glancing at the clock. It was 10:47 a.m. He was late. Very late. But he didn't care, now. Not anymore. This had been occurring for the last month now.

He made himself some instant ready coffee halfheartedly; just wanting to make sure he stayed up long enough to focus even just slightly on the case. A serial killer in Tallahassee was killing middle aged women, painting their faces with their own blood and leaving them dumped in public places.

Spencer knew he hadn't helped much in this case, not at all really. He didn't care about that either.

The team stared at Spencer as he walked robotically inside, not making eye contact with anyone as he sat down with a small sigh.

"Reid, you're late again," Hotch stated, with a hint of sympathy in his voice.

"I know; I overslept. I'm sorry."

"Reid, we talked about this," Hotch said firmly.

Spencer looked up to meet his eyes, shifting uncomfortably around in his seat. He nodded. "I know; I'm working on it."

Hotch accepted the excuse for the one hundredth millionth time, continuing in his lecture to the team about the unsub's writing patterns.

Reid strained his eyes and tried to focus, trying to get his brain's gears to start working. It didn't take long, but it was always hard. He was struggling far more than anyone thought he was.

They were on the plane to Florida, about 2 hours in. Spencer grabbed a book from his bag and started to read, hoping he could take his mind off of Emily.

He never realized just how important she was to him until she died. She was one of the few people he trusted, someone he was comfortable and secure around. He wanted to find her and go play cards with her, but he couldn't anymore.

He sighed in frustration as the tears began to come, staining the book's pages and blurring his vision. He slammed the book down exasperatedly and just sat there, staring at the floor.

"Reid."

Spencer looked up, seeing it was Morgan sitting across from him, a look of concern across his face. "Hm?"

"Are you alright?" Morgan whispered. Why was he talking so low? Why was everyone talking to him like he was a child?

"Yeah, Morgan. I'm fine," Spencer replied, avoiding eye contact.

"Hey. Look at me," Morgan said, his voice at a normal level now.

Spencer reluctantly looked at him, his eyes full of fear and vulnerability. Morgan was so incredibly persistent with him, he didn't let go of anything. Especially when it had something to do with Spencer. That was his job, Spencer thought. He didn't really have a choice. It's like he's obligated to protect him, make sure he doesn't get hurt.

"What's going on with you, man?" Morgan asked him, his voice now lowered back to the firm whisper that felt like knives to Spencer's ears.

"Nothing," Spencer replied. A lie, of course. Almost everything he told the team was lies these days.

An uncomfortable and heavy silence hovered in the air, pulling tighter, about to break. Spencer could feel the tension.

"Reid, listen to me," Morgan's voice was firm and demanding. Spencer looked into his eyes, a sudden wave of emotion filling his entire body. "I know what's going on. You're upset about Prentiss. We all are. But I see it's affecting you much more than anyone. I know the pain you're going through, kid. I do. I just want you to know that you don't have to be alone in this."

Reid looked at the floor, the tears forming quickly in his eyes and soon the floor was a swirl of blue in his vision.

"… I'm always here if you need to talk."

Reid nodded, sniffing slightly.

"Alright, you know where I'll be."

Morgan left, and Reid waited a few moments before going to the bathroom and crying, something he had been doing the absolute most of.

Before he fell asleep, he thought about Morgan, what he said to him, the way that voice haunted him, and how those eyes made him feel.

A/N: What did you think? I think it turned out okay... R&R please :)