So here is chapter two :) Enjoy! Also, I got a request for a story...I'll tell you after this!


Day Two

Morgan had spent the night at Reid's apartment. He just wasn't sure how he ended up in the same bed as him.

He woke up to a numb arm, wincing when he tried to move it. He realized that even though it was asleep, there was another reason it wasn't coming up. A mop of hair was tucked into his arm pit, and a long body was cuddled against his side. The face was tear streaked again, and hands were balling in his undershirt. Morgan carefully pulled his arm from under the sleeping man and slid off the bed evenly, trying not to move it too much.

He scratched his head and tried to remember what had happened last night. When it didn't come back to him he looked at the alarm clock and saw that it read 7:44 a.m. He cursed and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Hotchner."

"Hey, Hotch. Sorry I'm late." He didn't know whether to go to work or not. There was silence on the other line, apparently giving him time to continue. "I don't think I'll be coming in today." His mind was made as a tender hand reached out and tugged on his shirt again. Reid was awake and his puffy eyes pleaded Derek not to leave.

"Are you with Reid?" Hotch asked. His voice was masked but the concern had slipped through as well.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, Hotch. I'll try to make it tomorrow."

Hotch sighed on the other side. "I talked to Ms. Reid's doctor, Morgan. Apparently Reid's father is paying for the funeral and it's in two days. I'd appreciate it if you could…" he hesitated in asking this, seeing the illogicality of the situation. "Go with him to Vegas."

Morgan's jaw dropped. He stared at Reid for a second who had let his shirt go and was now working on stretching out of his fetal position. "Um… you want me… to… Really?" he asked.

Hotch nodded though Morgan couldn't see it. "I do. He needs someone to be with him and I don't think his father is who he wants."

Morgan sighed this time, rubbing his bald head and scratching his cheek with the same hand. "Am I taking today until the day after the…function off?" He refrained from using the word 'funeral' until he could tell Reid.

"Yes. And I want both of you back then. I know it's hard for him but having him gone could very well be the end of our team." Hotch's voice took on a dramatic tone and Morgan recognized the attempt at humor.

He chuckled. "Alright. I can do that, Hotch. I'll talk to you later tonight then."

"Sure. Call me whenever. And tell Reid we give him our condolences."

"Will do." He hung up the phone.

"Have you noticed that no one says bye anymore?" Reid asked. His voice was hoarse from disuse and he couldn't bring his body into a sitting position. Morgan sat down on the bed and raked a hand through the honey curls a few times.

"I have, Pretty Boy. Should we start making that a point?" His tone wasn't mocking, or antagonizing. He was seriously asking.

Reid's eyes watered, but tears did not fall. He nodded and leaned into the touch on his scalp.

They sat like that for a few minutes and then Morgan tugged on a lock, causing Reid to look up at him.

"Is there anything in your fridge?" He asked.

Reid nodded. "I have breakfast foods and some TV dinners."

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Breakfast foods? Like what?"

"I have eggs, turkey bacon, biscuits and bread for toast…I also have instant pancake mix and syrup."

Morgan knew how to take a hint. He stood up and walked to the door way. "Bacon and eggs it is." He watched as Reid twitched and his shoulders slumped. "Or, I could make pancakes…"

The brunettes shoulders popped up and he started to sit forward. "Are you?"

Morgan walked down the hall. "Get up and I might."

Reid yawned and slowly set his feet on the floor. He stood up slowly, steadying himself on the window sill. He walked to the door and out into the hall, and heard the click of the coffee maker turning on. He licked his lips and trudged into the kitchen. Morgan had yellow container that held his much wanted breakfast.

"The team gives you their condolences," Derek shook the container with ferocity and poured it into the now steaming pan that was sprayed with nonstick.

Reid was silent as he took a seat. "Tell them I said thank you."

The kitchen was quiet, save for the sizzling of the bacon in one pan and the humming of the pancake batter in the other. "I will, Pretty Boy." Reid's chair creaked with the motions of him leaning backwards on it. Morgan flipped the pancake and smiled in his direction.

"I made it huge. You better enjoy it." He placed the plate in front of Reid and put a fork in his hand.

Reid poured a minimal amount of syrup over his pancakes and sliced into them. He popped the cake-shaped piece in his mouth and his eyelids fluttered in heavenly happiness.

"Enjoying that, Reid?" The brunette nodded his head earnestly and dug in again.

"Why does it taste so good? Isn't it just easy shake pancakes!"

Morgan turned off the stove and sat across from his coworker. "I added a few things, kid. I can't just cook something instant. I have to add my touch to it."

Reid's lips turned up at the corners, forming an awkward smile. "It's amazing." Silence followed as the two finished their food. Reid stood up and rinsed his dishes in the sink, setting them to the side to place in the dishwasher. "You were talking to Hotch earlier, right?"

Morgan swallowed his last bite and scooted his chair back, meeting Reid at the sink. "Yeah. He was telling me… about your… mother's funeral." Reid flinched at the word and his hands stopped for a second.

"Um…" His voice was shaking a tad and he hid it with clearing his throat. "So…when is it?"

Morgan gripped Reid's shoulder and lightly pulled him out of the way to finish the dishes. "Two days from now." He slipped some silverware into the washer. "I'm gonna check out flights later on and we'll leave tomorrow."

Spencer wrapped his hands around Morgan and locked his fingers. "We? You're coming, too?" He nuzzled the broad back in front of him and squeezed tighter.

Morgan shuddered at the light touch on his back and wrung the cloth out as hard as he could. "Yes, Pretty Boy, I'm coming." His voice was strained.

"I'm happy, Morgan. I think I need you there with me, for me. Just to be there…please?" His voice had started to waver towards the end.

"I know. I'll be here for you, Spencer." Morgan turned around and returned the genius' hold.

XXX

"When is it taking off again?" Reid asked. He quickened his pace and readjusted the carry-on that was slipping out of his hands.

Morgan was ahead of Reid, his boots thudding against the floors of the terminal. He was pushing his way against the crowd of the airport, clicking his tongue every time Reid would fall behind. A tall man hauling a family -consisting of a woman and son- ahead of him was cursing in a foreign language. He shoved Morgan then pushed Reid almost completely down. "Zut! Merde! Bouge ton cul!*"

Morgan pulled Reid back up. "Ten minutes, kid. Hurry up." They came to the counter with the stewardess holding her hand out.

"In the nick of time, I see." Her voice was full of irritation, most likely due to the flocking crowd around the desk who had also come in late. Everyone was lined up, checking their watches, listening to music, or conversing. Most were in business suits. There was one group that had on the exact same shirt, most of them consisting of teenagers and some chaperones. The woman took Derek's ticket, then Spencer's, and let them into the tunnel.

"How did you manage to get tickets for tonight?" Spencer asked. He settled into his window seat and buckled the belt.

Morgan closed the bag compartment and sat next to Reid. "I told the airline that it was important FBI business. I thought the sooner the better."

Reid smiled and opened the book he had pulled out before Derek put their bags away. Morgan sat back, reclined his seat a little, and relaxed as the plane tilted, indicating they were taking off.


*Damn! Shit! Move your ass!

Hope you enjoyed! Working on Chapter three right now. Sorry they're so short...but that is all that is rolling off of my mind for now. Reviews are love! And love nurtures me! And by nurturing me, you nurture these babies ;P

Okay, about that story request... It's nothing new, just a different take... It's basically a high school love story with Spencer as the main focus in a battle between Derek and Aaron...Now, Aaron and Spence aren't exactly my favorite couple...but Shinji helps me out with my writers block and they are his fave. BUT the ending is still a gamble. We have a bet going and whoever wins gets their favorite couple ending. Feedback please!