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The Longest Time

Most people didn't notice him, why would they? They know nothing about how amazing he is, they haven't been with him, worked with him, grown with him. I look into those eyes, they are sad eyes, experienced eyes. Oh, what happened to make someone so great have such sad eyes? He doesn't deserve those sad eyes, he doesn't deserve any of it. It is my job to protect him, the one I call friend.. but I don't mean it.

Dr. Spencer Reid.

I gaze at the back of his head, long curls fall into his eyes and I use all of my will power to not push them out of his face myself. I look at his thin, pink lips.

Stop. This is your best friend! it's not natural!

My mind is screaming at me to knock it off. I shake my head trying to picture pretty boy as a friend again, when did I fall so completely in love with him? And how! I doubt the kid would even understand what it meant if I told him I liked him. Which I am NOT going to do. No way, I will not experience that much of a rejection. Hell no. Reid probably doesn't even like guys.

I glance over at the gorgeous man sleeping across from me on the plane. Damn, Why did he have to be so pretty?

I decide to go to sleep before I try talking myself into asking him out.

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We got off the plane 6:48 with 21 seconds until the next minute. My eyes were groggy and begging to slip back closed, I had gotten 4 hours of sleep during the three day case. My head snaps up and the film over my mind is quickly removed as I stumble into the strong arms of the most beautiful man in the world.

"You okay Reid?" Morgan questions as he helps me back onto my feet, his voice thick with concern. My mind tries to come up with a coherent response.

"Did you know that not getting enough sleep causes as many as 1,500 deaths every year?" Morgan rolls his eyes and my cheeks flash with heat, that was the stupidest thing I think I have ever said.

"Kid you are not capable of taking care of yourself right now, you're coming home with me." A twinge of excitement at those words came with the downfall of the knowledge that Derek was just making sure I was okay, he was being a good friend and nothing more.

"Morgan, no I ha-"

"Did it sound like I was asking? Get your skinny ass in my car Reid, it would be stupid of me to let you go off like this." My heart pounds in my throat, he doesn't notice how beautiful he looks right now. Lust fills my eyes and love fills my heart, swarming me and picking up the broken pieces of what is left of me as a person. I love how Morgan can make me feel whole, like I'm not just a screw up, like maybe I can do something. Maybe I can help someone.

"Fine." I mutter with fake petulance in my voice. I slip into Morgan's and he follows my lead, in a matter of minutes we are at his apartment.

"Hey Reid you want some sweats or something?" I ponder the question for a moment, I don't mind sleeping in the clothes I have on but I do love the smell of Morgan, I love when it encompasses me while I sleep, like my feelings have been returned.

"Uh.. y-yeah" I trip over my words like an idiot, "Can I borrow a shirt too?" A devious grin I refuse to let form on my face grows in my thoughts.

"Sure thing kid." The car was off and we step out, my throat clenches as I realize that this, like any other day, will just be the same disappointment. And all the happiness I possessed falls away, and just like that, I am swallowed by an inhuman pain as the truth laughs in my face.

You're never going to be good enough. You are a freak! Why would someone perfect like him want to be with someone pathetic like you! The realistic part of myself sneers in the back of my mind, just because they're my thoughts, doesn't mean they don't hurt just the same.

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Reid had left early this morning, last night he seemed okay but then it was like all at once a piece of him died or something. I didn't dare ask him about it. I can't stand it when he is upset but it is so much worse when he is mad at me, the one who is supposed to protect him, the one who is supposed to save him. When I got the call I didn't expect this though, I mean... How could I have?

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My mind was racing, we had realized that people got killed in Quantico, but how could we have missed this? Someone kidnapping and murdering young men. More importantly, smart young men. I ripped out my phone and dialed Morgan's number, faster than light.

"Morgan?" I could hear the awful way my voice sounded, like I had just watched my son forced to eat his own liver.

"What is it Hotch? What's wrong?" Morgan's voice seemed to pick up the same quality as he heard the fear in mine.

"It's Reid." That was it, the two words that I could barely manage to choke out. The words I hate with a passion because if there is something wrong with Reid, it's bad. Needless to say they were the words I heard when Reid was shot, when he inhaled anthrax, and more importantly, when he was kidnapped. They were the words that absolutely crushed me to say.

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"It's Reid" he said, and that's all he had to say. Because right then and there, everything fell away. My life crumbled down to nothing, and I too was consumed by the empty nothingness.

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