He had to do more research on this so-called "fan fiction"

For hours, the boy genius read story after story. Some of them were of him and J.J ("seems that straight smut doesn't affect me like … err … slash.") but most of them were of hi and Morgan. He should've felt disgusted by this. It was his best friend! That would be the logical explanation, but instead … this was his co-worker, his best friend, he was like a big brother! But what he wanted most of all at that moment, was to try it out. See how it would feel. The burning fire inside him lead him to believe he wasn't as Asexual as he thought, but it didn't … they … he wasn't… gay, was he? Sure, it would make sense but…

The next thing he knew, his phone was blaring at him. Reid groaned and put the infernal device to his ear. "Reid here," he yawned sleepily, voice still groggy from sleep, "Whataya want?"

"Reid? It's Morgan. Garcia told me to call you to tell you that we have a new case. Wheels up in fifteen, okay?"

"O-Okay." Reid stammered, pushing away from his computer desk. He quickly packed his things and a few books, as well as some other essentials. He had approximately seven minutes until he had to be on the plane, and it took just under that to get there. Maybe five minutes?

As quickly as legally possible, Reid drove to the airport and parked the car. Morgan, J.J, Prentiss, Garcia, Hotch and Rossi were all waiting for him. Reid stumbled out of his car, carrying his things. He was barely awake, and so, he was very clumsy, so it was only natural that he repeatedly walked into things and people as they got on the jet. Morgan sat down beside Reid, which made it hard to keep a straight face. Still, within ten minutes, he had his head on Morgan's shoulder, drifting in and out of sleep. Morgan smiled, gently running his fingers through Reid's hair. The sight of this made Garcia stifle "squees" of joy, who was an unusual addition to this trip.

Prentiss walked over to Garcia and grinned, "you were right, PG, shouldn't be much longer now."

"Hun, I'm always right." Garcia winked, giggling.

On the ground now, in Miami, the team made a quick stop at a Starbucks. Everyone pile out of the cars and into the seats. Well, almost everyone. Reid stumbled out of the car, tripped his way to the door (nearly falling into Morgan a few times) and fell into the seat. It wasn't until Reid sat in the bench that he realized he forgot his wallet.

"Shit." He muttered, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Morgan smiled, ruffling his hair like a child's. "Two large coffees, one black one sugar, and one cream two sugar." He chuckled, glancing at Reid. "As adorable as it is when you're clumsy, sleepy and childlike, we need that big brain of yours focused on this case," he teased playfully, causing Reid to blush just a little bit. Luckily no one seemed to notice. Or so he hoped.

How was he expected to face this man, with his rich chocolate skin, velvet eyes, and sunshine grin? He was supposed to work with him, yet all he could think about those fan fictions, and what it would be like to kiss those full, sensuous…

Mmm. He loved coffee. Yes, coffee. Think about coffee. Not like how his skin was just a little lighter than coffee. Not of how those kissable lips rose to meet his coffee… just… coffee. Mmm. Coffee.

"You okay, pretty boy?" Morgan asked in concern. Garcia and Prentiss giggled while Reid flushed, absolutely mortifified.

"Overheating, that's all."

"Okay, everyone. We have our coffees, now time to head to the Miami Police Department."

The team left and, after a bit, gave the profile of the killer. This man was in his late thirties, a sexual sadist who's Modus Operandi were that he took the eyes from each of his victims. He was a pedophile and a rapist, and had probably had multiple charges when he was younger. This man had a partner, who was submissive and did whatever he was told. Reid thought that the partner was shy, and young, probably in his early teens, and likely to be the Unsub's son. The father was suffering a Psychotic break, and his son likely had autism. They had maybe four hours to find the four year old twins, Timmy and Katie.

And of course, they did. Really, it was the BAU. Did you expect anything less? Of course they were going to find them, but it didn't come easy, and they nearly lost a man in the process.

Reid stood there frozen as the mocha man thudded to the ground. Hotch's shot came a split second after the fifteen year old son's, who had had a second, unseen gun. Nothing made sense… the God… had fallen. How? He didn't know, he didn't understand. A scream tore from his throat – was that his voice? It sounded mangled, distorted, coming from broken ears. Or was it to broken ears? A single cry, the older man's name. Reid ran to the fallen God. Or at least, he thought he did, but it seemed as though he was running through water, or oil. Sticky, inky, suffocating oil, that made him dizzy, faint, wobbly. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't breathe. Finally he made it to Morgan, and his legs gave in, causing him to collapse next to him. Tears came to his eyes unbidden. Oh god, there was so much blood…

'please' he pleaded in his mind, unable to speak for that moment, 'whatever, whoever, is out there… please, PLEASE don't let this man die! Please!'

Reid pulled Morgan into his lap, all the blood rushing through his head, flooding his eardrums. "Morgan? Stay with me, Morgan. Please, everything will be okay. Morgan. Derek. Derek!" Reid turned his head, yelling to Garcia who had just come from the house after searching through the Unsub's computer, hearing the gunshot, "Call an ambulance, Garcia! Hurry!"

Morgan stared up at the younger man, brushing his hand against his cheek and wiping away the silver ribbons that cascaded, like crystal waterfalls, down his cheeks. "So beautiful… like an angel. A broken angel." Morgan whispered, before focusing, "Shh… Reid, I'll be okay. And if not, well… at least I died protecting the people I care about."

Reid shook his head, unable to speak through his tears.

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived. They waited for nearly five hours, waiting for Morgan to get out of surgery.

"Well, it was tricky, but SSA Derek Morgan will be just fine." Dr. Andrews said when she came out of the OR, smiling.

Finally, Finally, after Morgan came out of his anesthesia, Morgan smiled at Reid weakly.

Reid gave him a light hug. "You scare me like that again, and I'll kill you. Come on, let's go home."

A/N

So that's chapter numero deux of breaking down the fourth wall! I hope you like it, and the first one, cause I certainly did. Kind of rushed the end, cause I was at a bit of a loss… I plan on having four chapters in this story, although I may post a fifth chapter as a special treat. If you behave, but we know how hard that is ;) Anyways, I should have chapter three up in about a week!

Ciao~

LunaNyx14