Hey guys! I realized that I haven't posted any Criminal Minds fanfics at all and they are my fav to read! So I decided to write one. I warn you now this is a M/M, yaoi, guyXguy whatever you want to call it, fanfic so be warned! It is also a Morgan/Reid story. I love Reid/Hotch, but I'm better at writing Morgan/Reid stories. There will be violence and slash! So I'm rating this R just in case. If this isn't your thing, turn back now! (I have also made it so Reid is slightly shorter than Morgan just because I wanted to.) These chapters will be short! I'm working on lots of stuff right now, so I apologize!

I do not own criminal minds, however I do own spencer… haha jkjk… I wish…

Thanks guys for reading! Enjoy!

"Hey pretty boy, what's wrong?" Morgan asked, walking up to the slightly shorter boy.

Reid looked up at him and frowned. "We are out of sugar."

Biting back a laugh at the younger man's pout he reached up into a cabinet and pulled out a box of sugar. "We ain't ever out of sugar, pretty boy, not with you around." He held back a smiled as Reid's face lit up. How did the kid expect him to hide his feelings if he just shows that gorgeous smile around willy nilly? Does he want him to attack him? "Hurry up kid, Garcia has a case."

Morgan walked away as fast as he could, his hands tightening on his own coffee mug. "Damn."

"What's wrong my chocolate Adonis?" a voice asked in a chirpy voice. Morgan gave the blonde a knowing look and she nodded. "Oh, my genius boy is smiling again. I see." She said, like she truly understood. "Hold on boy, you'll get there." She smiled and walked into the conference room, grabbing the clicker on her way. Reid walked in behind them, taking his seat beside Morgan. Garcia threw him a sympathetic look before pulling up 4 pictures of young children. "Alright, these are Spike Ryle, Skylar Robinson, Sara Reigle, and Sky Role." She said, pointing to the two boys and two girls. "They each died from strangulation and multiple puncture wounds to the stomach after being… raped… several times..." She said, holding back a grimace. "The first boy, Spike, was found two years ago. Skylar was found one year ago and Sara and Sky were just recently found this year."

"So he's bringing in his timeline." Rossi mumbled to himself.

"But why? Is he running out of time for something?" Morgan questioned, looking at the file in his hands.

Reid frowned slightly. "Maybe the pleasure isn't lasting long enough anymore. He most likely kept videos or images of the children during the time he wasn't killing, keeping himself pleased, but when it didn't seem to work anymore, he had to kill again, and faster."

Hotch nodded in response. "Alright, wheels up in 10."

"He's a male," Prentiss said, scanning through her files. "Men are usually the ones who become pedophiles as they get older."

Morgan frowned and looked up. "All these children disappeared around the time of 3:30 to 5:00, that's around when work ends or school. He most likely works close or lives around the area."

Hotch nodded, "Children never go willingly unless they know the person though. Look for a teacher, or maybe a school counselor, anyone who can get close to a child without anyone thinking something suspicious. Maybe a police officer or parent."

"There is no victimology though. He's bouncing between girls and boys. Usually pedophiles stick to one gender." Rossi said.

Reid frowned. "Maybe they remind him of someone. A childhood friend? His first? One who got away?"

Morgan couldn't help but notice Reid's eyes narrow slightly at that but ignored it, focusing on the profile. "This guy killed the 4th child only a week after the 3rd. We don't have much time if he's going to keep going by week. We have 4 days."

Hotch nodded, his mouth set tight. "Alright, Morgan, you and Prentiss go interview the parents. Reid, I want you to stay with JJ at the station, set up a perimeter, map the area, where he lives, works, everything. Rossi, you and I are going to the Morgue to find out what we can."

The agents all agreed and continued studying their files, waiting quietly as the jet began to lower in the air.