A/N Oh my gosh I am so sorry for the delay in this, I found an old one shot I was working on, and then school, and either way I am sorry. There is no excuse for my tardiness. Good news: I am on spring break so I have a week of free time. :) Bad news: I have no ownership of Criminal Minds, nor Morgan and Reid. OMG who is excited for CM this week. They are finally doing a second part to Profiler Profiled. My poor Morgan! Ok so back to the story, Reid, Reid like the wind.

"So are we just going to sit here?" Morgan asked Reid. They had been sitting in Morgan's car, parked for almost a half hour.

"I don't know if I want to do this." Reid admitted, fingering the strap of his messenger bag.

"I know you're a little nervous about this, especially given what we know about him, but you'll never really know anything unless you get out of the car."

Reid nodded, took a deep breath and opened the car door. 'This is it' Reid thought to himself, 'Wow, after everything in the last six months he might just have something good.'

Morgan watched as Reid stepped out of the car, thinking back to the events that landed them outside Princeton Plainsboro Hospital.

Six Months Earlier (two days after the proposal)

"Derek baby, I haven't heard from you in forever!"

"I know, Momma I'm sorry just been busy with work" Morgan tried to explain.

"That's no excuse, but I forgive you. How are you? How's Spencer doing?" his mother asked.

"Well actually that's why I'm calling. Spencer and I have something to tell you"

"Hi, Fran" Spencer called into the phone.

"Oh hello, Spencer dear, now what did you two want to tell me?"

"One of your babies is marrying a doctor, momma" Morgan told his mother. Reid blushed at the statement. He definitely wasn't expecting him to say it quite like that.

"Oh, Derek finally! Congratulations!" his mother exclaimed, "Now when am I getting my grandbabies?"

Derek groaned, "Momma, go bug Des or Sarah about that." Morgan took his mom off of speaker and finished his conversation with her. Reid took the time to clean up their long forgotten breakfast dishes.

Reid was at the sink, Morgan had just finished talking with his mother and came into the kitchen. He walked up to Reid, wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist. A year ago, Reid would have flinched at the touch, moved away or tensed up, but now he just relaxed into it. Just that small action of having Reid pressed back onto him made Morgan so happy.

"Damn, pretty boy" Morgan whispered into Reid's ear, "never thought doing dishes could be a turn on."

Reid gave a small laugh, "Derek, everything is a turn on to you. You're insatiable."

"Well last night you didn't mind" Morgan countered, "or this morning."

"Did I say I minded now?" Reid said while turning to face Morgan. He placed a kiss on Morgan's jawline, trailing more down to his neck, and finally stopping on the darker man's collarbone, attacking it. Morgan moaned. Upon hearing this, Reid shoved Morgan back up against the fridge, and claimed Morgan's lips.

After a while, needing air, the two broke the kiss. Morgan couldn't control himself any longer, "Bedroom now."

"Ahh, I love Caveman Derek" Reid teased. Morgan responded by taking Reid's mouth once more, pulling Reid close to him. He then lifted Reid and carried him to their room.

"Damn, I love when you call me that" Morgan admitted.

Reid smiled, "Oh, really? Well Caveman Derek, what do you want to do now?"

"Shhh, I'll show you."

Two weeks later

"Conference room in five," JJ called out to the team. Morgan and Prentiss looked slightly happy; they were dying under all the paperwork.

"Finally, I can't take any more paperwork" Morgan commented.

"What paperwork? I've done more than half of yours" Reid quipped. He was finally back to full capacity at work, and couldn't be happier.

"Oh come on pretty boy, you know you love it" Morgan tried, as they all walked into the conference room.

Taking his seat, Reid corrected Morgan, "No, but I do love you."

"Awww" the two heard Garcia, JJ and Emily comment, while Hotch stood at the door shaking his head.

"By the way you two are going to have to alert the FBI on your relationship" Hotch reminded them.

"Oh damn, ya I forgot about that" Morgan muttered.

"Do you think Strauss will let us both stay on the team?" Reid asked worry lacing his voice.

Rossi spoke up, "Don't you worry about her, she knows how affective this team is, even if she refuses to let us know that."

"So the case?" Hotch said, turning to JJ.

"Ok guys, this is a bad one." JJ finished telling the team about Sergeant William Hightower. The team went off to Detroit, then on to Canada. It was a tough case.

Hotch sat on the plane looking at his team. JJ was on the phone with Will, probably just needing to hear his voice. Prentiss sat with a book in her lap but hadn't turned the page in almost twenty minutes. Rossi sat beside him, reading over some paperwork. Then there was Morgan and Reid. Morgan sat on one end of the couch, headphones on, head resting backwards, eyes shut, with Reid curled up in his lap. Reid had his arms tucked under his head, clutching Morgan's thigh, with one of Morgan's hands rubbing the kid's back gently and the other twirling a string of the boy's hair.

Looking back down to the files in his lap, Hotch thought to himself, 'Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day. Sometimes you do everything right, everything exactly right, and still you feel like you failed. Did it need to end that way? Could something have been done to prevent the tragedy in the first place?

Eighty-nine murders at the pig farm, the deaths of Mason and Lucas Turner make 91 lives snuffed out. Kelly Shane will go home and try to recover, to reconnect with her family but she'll never be a child again. William Hightower, who gave his leg for his country, gave the rest of himself to avenge his sister's murder. That makes 93 lives forever altered, not counting family and friends in a small town in Sarnia, Ontario, who thought monsters didn't exist until they learned that they spent their lives with one.

Hotch sighed, looked back up at his team again, 'And what about my team? How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss? How many more times before they won't ever recover the pieces of themselves that this job takes?'

Later that night, Hotch was struggling to remain conscious. His thoughts swarmed to his family, his friends, his team, and his final thought, 'Like I said, sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to sum up what's happened that day. Sometimes, the day just... ends.'

A/N So my plan for this story is to have flashbacks throughout it. There will always be a time in italics for you to know the start of the flashback. Please review I love hearing what you have to say.