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Walking slowly, Derek Morgan took in his surroundings. The hallway was a pale green, with numbered doors every few metres, a pleasant enough apartment building. He approached the door he came for. He knocked, loudly. Shuffling was heard from inside.
A moment later, a dishevelled Spencer Reid opened the door. "Morgan," He said quietly, "It's three in the morning, what are you doing here?"
"Came to check up on you," Morgan answered, "You dashed out of the office pretty quick."
"I'm fine, I just," He started softly.
"Yes?" Morgan tapped his foot impatiently.
"It would be easier to show you, come in," Reid stepped aside.
Morgan walked into the small apartment. It wasn't the cleanest place, but it was cleaner than his, Morgan thought. In the corner, was a child's playpen, with toys in it. There were toys everywhere, Morgan noticed.
Reid disappeared through a door, reappearing a moment later, carrying a small child.
Morgan was shocked, Reid, with a kid? "Who's this?" He asked quietly.
Reid sighed, "My daughter."
A/N: Okay, my first attempt. Let me know what you thought, just how far off canon the characters were, if I should write another chapter.