Okay...so I know I should NOT be working on a new story... but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry. This baby wanted me to write it and I never deny my children. Please Enjoy!


"Good morning, everyone!" Reid came into the office, glowing as if he was in the middle of a Star Trek convention.

"Morning," Prentiss said, her eyes flowing over Reid in curiosity. "Had a good night?" She asked.

Reid beamed. "Not really. I'm just happy. Is that a crime?" He asked as he set his messenger bag down and sauntered over to the break room.

He opened the door and his heart jumped into his head. "Good morning, Morgan."

The black man was stirring his cup of coffee and leaning against the counter. "Morning, Pretty Boy. What's up?" His smile shot through Reid's heart brain.

"Nothing. I made up my mind last night, to do something I would never usually do." He watched as Derek's hands moved sensually, rubbing the cup with his thumb and twirling the mixer with his other thumb and pointer. I'll tell him tonight. When he comes over for our Wednesday movie. Is this smart to do? Probably not. But I have a good feeling.

"Really? So you decided to get a social life?" Morgan teased. He dumped the stirrer and sipped from the cup as he walked to the door.

Reid mock laughed and stuck his tongue out at the man he had fallen in love with. "I have one, thank you."

Morgan looked incredulously to Reid. He coughed. "Playing chess in the park with a bunch of old men and kids does not count, Reid."

Reid's shoulders slumped and he poured coffee into his cup of sugar. Morgan left the room with a grin on his face and closed the door behind him.

Reid pulled a DVD off of his center and handed it to Morgan. "This one?" He asked. Their hands brushed and a faint, unnoticeable blush stained his cheeks.

"Sure. Haven't seen it yet, why not." The older of the two set his beer down on the table behind him and opened the case. He set the movie into the player and picked his beer back up as he sat down.

Reid closed his entertainment center and stood with his glass of wine. He sat on the same couch as Morgan, scooting a little closer than usual. His legs were pulled up into a criss cross and his elbows rested on his knees. He let one hand sag unceremoniously while the other held his glass.

Every now and then he would steel glances at the darker man beside him, and lick his lips with anticipation.

"Great effects… Or not. When was this movie made?" Morgan asked.

"1968. But it was reproduced in 2001. I personally and surprisingly enjoy the latter version. Though, for its time period, the original was actually quite good. The costumes far surpassed the expectations of that time."

"Of course you would know." Morgan rolled his eyes and went back to the movie. "I don't get why he just couldn't have made it a little more obvious. Hand motions, writing on his skin, anything. At this rate, the humans could be taken over by apes."

Reid laughed. "Actually, though we are closely related in the DNA range, 98.5% to be exact, if anything of this degree occu-"

"Sssshhhh, kid. No need. It was a joke, you laughed, end of story."

"Right. Sorry."

"No problem. You've improved, I'll tell you that much."

Reid smiled at Morgan and returned to the screen. He decided to wait until after the movies -and his glasses of wine- were finished.

"What's up, kid? You've been throwing me glares all night." Morgan placed his bottle on the table and turned so he was facing the ball in the corner of the couch, otherwise known as Reid.

The brunette shrugged, the liquid courage needed to do this was not kicking in. He sighed. "I want to talk to you," he admitted.

Morgan gained a questioning look on his face. "You can… we kind of are?"

Reid rolled his eyes. "I mean, I have something to talk to you about."

"Oh. Well, shoot, kid."

Reid breathed in deeply. He let his legs rest and put his glass on the table. "Don't hate me, Morgan. Please."

Morgan's expression went from playfully tense to completely alert. He sat up and eyed Reid carefully. "No matter what I won't hate you, Reid. What's wrong?"

Reid's eyes started watering and he nodded. "I know that. I know… I'm just…Betraying you in the worst possible way."

Morgan stood up and pushed the table away a little. He kneeled in front of Reid and took one of his hands in his. "Um… how are you betraying me?"

Reid let his tears fall and he opened his mouth. "I'm… in love with you."

Morgan dropped Spencer's hand and stood up again. He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Reid cried. He pulled his knees into himself and locked his feet together.

"You…you just said… what you just said… do you mean it?" Morgan asked. He stared at the mop of hair and watched as it moved up and down. He was praying that it shook side to side.

"You…want a relationship with me?"

Once again, up and down. Morgan racked his brain for any sign that this was a dream. He scratched his arm. Yes, he was awake. He groaned and plopped heavily to the back of the couch. Why was this happening? Why couldn't Reid have kept his feelings in tact and to himself?

"Do you hate me?" Reid's voice was muffled by his body, his shoulders shaking and his hands holding himself so tight they were pure white.

Morgan tossed the idea of hate around. No, he didn't hate the kid. He was just irritated with him and kind of felt like gagging him and throwing him into a lake. "No, I don't hate you."

Reid's shaking subsided a little and he whimpered out, "Can you give me a chance?"

Morgan rubbed his hands over his eyes and let them fall back into place at his side. What the hell was he supposed to say? "I…I don't know, kid."

Reid nodded. "I understand." The shaking resumed at its previous point and Morgan closed his eyes.

If he didn't accept Reid, what would happen? Could the team be torn apart because of this? Would one of them quit and never come back? Could Reid handle the shock and not relapse? Was this really happening or was he imagining things in his sick little brain? Morgan mulled the situation over, trying to chew and digest the words that were about to roll off of his tongue. No, he threw them up.

"Okay, kid. I'll give it a shot."


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