Here's another story that I've had written for a couple weeks and finally had enough time to type. This on will prolly (eventually) be about 3 chapters. But I haven't the faintest clue when any updates will be. *nervous grin* Sorry.

Again, I'm sure there are plenty of mistakes, but I have the headache from hell and typing hurts enough, I don't even want to try reading. I was just trying to find things to do to keep me awake to a normal bed time (instead of 7 o'clock). But sleep time has finally arrived. I'll fix it after class tomorrow. (If I wake up with the same headache, I will cry. Cuz that really sucks.)

Edit: Huh, only 3 mistakes. Unless my leftover headache is preventing me from finding more (which is highly likely).

I hope you enjoy. :)

"Morgan, go back to the hotel and get some sleep."

"Reid just left for there, you're gonna need my help."

Hotch gave him a stern stare. "Morgan, you've been awake longer than any of us. Go get some sleep. Rossi, Prentiss, and I will be fine."

Morgan, finally giving into his exhaustion, nodded. Prentiss gave him a small smile as he left, quickly driving the short distance back to the hotel. He stopped at the desk to request a wake-up call (discovering Reid already had) and then took the elevator to the floor where he and Reid were sharing a room. He slipped the card into the slot, the light flashing to green. He walked in, making it down the short hall and gasping just as the door snapped closed.

Reid spun around on the other side of the room, startled, dropping the sleep shirt he had been about to pull on. Anger flashed in Morgan's eyes at the sight of the deep bruises littering Reid's chest and stomach, matching those he'd just seen on his back. His eyes trailed down past bright blue boxer briefs to long, thin legs also covered in bruises.

"Morgan!" cried Reid, snatching at the covers in the bed beside him and yanking them up to cover himself. "W-What…"

Morgan slowly strode toward him. "Did Trey do this?" he asked, referring to Reid's boyfriend. About five months ago, Reid had announced that he was dating a man named Trey Donalds. Morgan had gone home and punched a hole in his wall, realizing he had missed his chance to win over his pretty boy. He knew Reid was gay, they were best friends. Reid was the only one who knew Morgan was bi.

Reid backed up as Morgan drew nearer, shaking his head frantically, eyes wide. "I-It was an accident," he stammered.

"An accident?" cried Morgan. "You look like you've been used as a punching bag! 'Different colors mean different stages of healing,' you've said it yourself. This has been going on for a while!"

Reid gasped as he backed into the wall. "P-Please, h-he doesn't mean to."

"He doesn't mean to?" roared Morgan, striding forward. "That bastard is beating you!"

Reid slid down the wall, arms covering his head. "Please don't hit me," he whimpered, voice full of terror.

Morgan stopped, first hurt that Reid thought he would actually hit him, and then he felt a deep hatred at Trey for making Reid this fearful. He took a step back and kneeled, admitting to himself that his earlier tactic was the wrong way to approach this. "Spencer," he said softly, sadly. "Why didn't you tell me? I would help you."

Reid shook his head, still cowering under his arms. "I can't tell anyone. T-Trey showed me what would happen if I did. He c-cracked three of my ribs that night and kicked my w-weak knee."

Morgan remembered the day Reid came limping into the office, claiming he had slipped down the last couple stairs at his apartment and jammed his bad knee. "Oh, pretty boy," sighed Morgan. "You deserve so much better than this. You deserve someone who will hold and comfort you, not beat and yell at you. Someone who loves you deeply and would never harm you in anyway."

Reid gave a dark laugh. "I'll never find someone like that."

"What about me?" Morgan blurted out, eyes wide as he realized what he said.

Reid slowly lowered his arms, peering up at him with equal wide, but watery, eyes. "What?"

Morgan swallowed, figuring he might as well go for broke. "I love you, Spencer, and I would never, ever, do anything to hurt you."

Reid shook his head, lower lip trembling. "N-No. No, you can't. No, it's- I waited years, years, for you and you never… No. No…" he trailed off, still shaking his head.

"I wanted to, but I was scared. Scared you wouldn't return my feelings. I tried to work up the courage to tell you, for years. And then you told us about Trey and I realized I was too late to find out. I still wanted to tell you, but you seemed so happy. But this… If I had known…"

A few tears rolled down Reid's cheeks. "I try to be good. I try to behave and follow all his rules. B-But there are so many, and he makes up new ones after I've already broken them, a-and I can't keep up with all of them." His voice broke as a sob escaped. "I'm such a b-bad boyfriend."

"Spencer, no," breathed Morgan. "This is not how a relationship is s'pose to be. He's the bad boyfriend. I just…" His eyes stung as he watched Reid's body shake with sobs and he unsurely reached out his arms.

Reid only hesitated a second before lunging forward, burrowing into Morgan's chest as he cried harshly.

Morgan sat back, holding Reid gently on his lap, mindful of his bruises. He ran his hand through his soft curls, anger rising as he felt a bump on his head, but he quickly quelled it, not wanting Reid to think it was directed at him. Reid was clutching his t-shirt tightly, head tucked under his chin. Morgan waited until he could feel his cries start to diminish before he spoke.

"When did this start?" he asked quietly.

Reid turned his head slightly, breath puffing against Morgan's neck as he spoke. "One month, three weeks, and four days after we started dating," he answered, voice hoarse. "The first t-time, I thought it was just a bad day. Work had been awful for both of us, and we had some wine with dinner, and afterword we got into an argument. I-I said some things I shouldn't have, I really did. And he p-punched me in the stomach."

Morgan held him a little closer, still running his fingers through his hair.

"I thought it was just a singular occurrence. Nothing happened again for eighteen days. But then I came home late from work one night, and he was there, a-and he was drunk and very angry. H-He accused me of being out with s-someone else," Reid's voice cracked with more tears. "I w-wasn't, I was just at work trying to f-finish all the files I had."

Morgan swallowed, a burst of guilt flooding through him. How many times in the last few months had his and Prentiss' slipping files into Reid's pile resulted in him being beaten? "Did… did he ever do… more?" he asked, unable to bring himself to say it, scared of the answer.

"H-He tried," stuttered Reid, understanding what he meant. "That was the only time I f-fought back. I didn't want my first time to be like t-that."

"When was this? What did you do?"

"It was t-two nights ago," said Reid quietly.

Realization dawned on Morgan. Two nights ago, a jittery Reid had shown up at Morgan's door, saying Trey had to work and that he didn't want to sit alone at home. They had sat up watching random tv shows and talking, until they'd received a call in the wee hours of the morning, bringing them in for this case.

Then another realization hit him. Reid had said his "first time." Reid was a virgin? Morgan couldn't decide whether that surprised him or not. But he was furious that Trey had tried to forcefully take that from Reid. He knew what that was like, and he didn't wish it on anyone.

"I'm glad that you fought back and came to me."

"…You're not gonna t-tease me for being a virgin?" asked Reid nervously.

Morgan shook his head. "Only you can decide when you're ready, no one else should judge that."

Reid pressed a little closer to him. "I want my first time to be special, with someone who loves me and cares for me. Not my drunk, angry boyfriend forcing himself on me."

"He's still your boyfriend?" asked Morgan, a little angrily.

Reid sighed. "I don't know," he said sadly, and Morgan felt a tear splatter against his collar bone. "No," Spencer added, voice a bit firmer. "No, he's not. I-It's over."

Morgan pressed a soft kiss to the top of Reid's head. "It will all be okay, pretty boy."

Reid slumped against him. "I'm so tired," he whispered.

"Let's go to sleep," said Morgan, standing and helping Reid up. He moved across the room, shucking his jeans as Reid pulled on his sleep shirt. "M-Morgan?" asked Reid quietly from where he sat on his bed, the blanket dumped beside him.

Morgan pulled off his t-shirt. "Yeah?" he responded, dropping his shirt on his go-bag and straightening his boxers, moving to his own bed.

"Would you s-stay with me tonight?"

"Seeing as we're sharing a room-"

"No, I-I mean…" Reid blushed, gesturing to the space beside him on the bed.

Morgan smiled. "Sure thing," he said, walking over to Reid's bed instead.

He fixed the blanket and slipped under the covers. Reid glanced at his sleep pants, folded on top of his bag, as he scrambled under the covers to, hesitantly pressing up against Morgan's side.

Morgan glanced at the pants as well. "You can put them on if you'd feel more comfortable. But just know, I would never try anything."

"I know you won't," said Reid, laying his head on Morgan's chest and scooting closer. Morgan automatically wrapped his arms around him. "And I am comfortable."

Morgan pressed another kiss to the top of his head as he reached out and shut off the bedside lamps, the bathroom light still on, igniting the room with a soft, orange glow. "Goodnight, Spencer," he said softly.

"Goodnight, Derek," came the sleepy response. "Thank you."

Morgan held him tighter as they drifted off to sleep.

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." -Closing Time, Semisonic

Yes, I did actually get the idea for this while listening to that song. I was at work a couple months ago and it was playing on the radio, and well, my brain makes strange connections. Somehow this idea was born.

What did you think? Should I continue? Like it just as it is?

I really want a truffula tree. :(