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Seds


Morgan had just poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee when Reid walked into the break room. "Hey," the young profiler said.

"Hey yourself." Morgan watched as Reid proceeded to create his usual coffee-flavored cream-and-sugar extravaganza. He stirred it noisily, took an approving sip, then turned to leave.

"Reid?" Morgan felt the name tear past his failing defense system.

Shit.

Reid turned back. "Yeah?"

"Hey, listen-you got a minute?" Morgan told himself to shut up. "I... I want to talk to you." Damn it. Clearly, his self wasn't listening.

"Sure. You okay?" Reid's forehead scrunched up in concern.

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing bad. I just, uh... Look, there's something about me that I don't think you know, and... Well, I think it's about time I told you."

Reid's eyebrows shot upward. "Really? What is it?"

"I, um, play for both teams." Morgan was very displeased that they were the only ones taking a break at the moment. It would have been damned helpful to have heard footsteps clicking or clopping down the hallway just then. Footsteps would have forced his brain into gear and put his tongue in a headlock.

Reid squinted at him. "What do you mean?"

"I, you know, I like women... But, I like guys, too."

Reid's expression didn't change. In fact, he stopped moving entirely. His body, typically a mass of twitches and hand gestures and nervous energy, suddenly appeared to be plasticized. There was a long pause before he said, "Oh. I didn't know..." in a level tone.

"Yeah, well, it's not something I normally discuss with co-workers." Morgan waited for Reid to say something else, but he just stood there. Morgan tried to wait him out, but discovered that he couldn't stop himself from continuing. "I mean, I don't go out with people I work with, and it's nobody's business what I do in my personal life, right?"

"Right," Reid answered carefully. "So... Why are you telling me?"

Here it is, Morgan thought. You can still get out of this. You can BS with the best of them, come on, tell him he's one of your best friends and that you just needed to talk about it, tell him you just needed to get it off your chest, to be honest for a change, blah blah blah. He'll buy it. Judging by the brain-fried, no-longer-on-the-planet stare, he'll be glad to buy it.

"I kind of have a thing for you, man."

Idiot.

Reid was nodding; Morgan couldn't tell what that meant. Reid often nodded for no fathomable reason. Morgan resisted the temptation to back-peddle-that just wasn't his style-and merely leaned against the counter, hoping Reid would say something-anything-soon.

"You're attracted to me?" Reid finally asked. He sounded incredulous.

Morgan took a deep breath. "Yeah. And, believe me-I would never have said a word about it, except... I've noticed you looking at me, sometimes. I know, I know-a look doesn't necessarily mean anything. But, I guess I got the idea that you might... feel something for me, too. So, I just wanted to get it out there." He stopped, again hoping for some kind of response to guide him, but Reid was just staring at him with an expression that could have been utter horror, disbelieving excitement, or pure bewilderment.

Morgan would have bet on the latter.

"Just say the word, kid, and I'll never bring it up again. It'll be like we never even had this conversation."

Reid dropped his gaze and stirred his coffee. The room was so damned quiet. Then, he looked up, and Morgan's heart took a plunge down the roller-coaster because Reid was smiling, and it was the good kind of smiling.

"Uh... why would I want to do that?" He got a bashful look on his face and gave a nervous laugh.

"You mean-"

"Yeah. The truth is, Morgan... I kind of have a thing for you, too."

A grin crept slowly across Morgan's face. All the pressure and tension that had built up inside of him in the last five minutes, hell, in the last five months, seemed to whoosh away.

"Oh, yeah, pretty boy? No lie?"

Reid's face crinkled up. "No-why would I lie about that?"

Morgan's grin deepened into a smile.

"It's just an expression, Reid."

"Oh." Reid appeared to be about to say something else, when JJ dashed into the room.