Author's Note: This chapter is a direct continuation of the previous chapter, but it is from Morgan's POV. It takes place directly before episode nineteen of season six.

Never before, not even after all the crap his teen years had put him through, had Morgan felt as hopeless than he did in that moment. If even the brilliant doctor Reid couldn't give him an answer, it made him wonder if there was actually one out there.

Was there any answer to why everything had fallen so squarely on his team and him?

Was there any reason as to why they were chosen to suffer, when they all sacrificed so much to protect the innocent?

Was there any logic behind all of the trials that befell them?

Was there any sense to why moving on was their only option?

Was there any answer in the future?

Squeezing his eyes shut, his grasp on the lithe male tightened. Relentlessly, his mind reeled for the answer, an answer, any answer. At that moment, he needed some sort of reason, something that he could steady himself with. He needed facts, and for once, Reid wasn't able to offer him what he wanted to know.

The near black hues opened as a surprising thought occurred to him.

He was wrong. Reid had given him an answer, because he, himself, was the reason. So long as he was there, he created logic in moving on, in not giving up completely. Though he was no answer as to why such hardships befell them, he was more than enough reason to see sense in continuing through them.

Thinking such things made his heart slow for a moment before it began pounding. Hope touched him for the first time in a long time, and it didn't let him go.

Gently, Morgan nudged his pale lover away so that he could see his face. Brushing his thumbs over those high, delicate cheek bones, some part of him was astonished to see no tears, and it was all that was needed to cause a real smile to grace the devilishly handsome features.

After such a long period of abstinence from each other, he had been expecting to feel trepidation when such a moment came. All Morgan felt, however, was a simple, innocent joy as his lips brush lightly against Reid's. The light touch was enough to send relief coursing through him.

It felt so right to be kissing the other again, because any amount of time apart was too long...and this time truly had been too long.

The kiss was chaste, barely enough to qualify as real contact, but with relief came breathlessness. Something about the tender warmth always managed to steal the air from his lungs.

No matter how many women he had been with or would ever be with, not a single one of them or all of them combined could compare to Reid. In every single sense and every single way, he was Morgan's only exception. He would forever be the only male to catch his eye, and he was the only person in the world that could make Morgan feel something so intense.

That wasn't to say Reid made him feel perfect or indestructible. In no way did he or did he try to. He did make Morgan feel like the flaws and the scars were okay. He made him feel as though just breathing the same air made the dark a little less heavy. He made him feel like everything could be managed. In a peculiar way, Reid made Morgan feel safe.

Realization dawned on him that a simple kiss was not enough to convey his thoughts. Though he had gotten an epiphany, Reid's head was still as muddled as his head been.

Squeezing him close, he kissed him once more. Encouragingly, Morgan whispered, "Don't worry. You don't have to know everything, boy genius. We can figure some things out together, you hear me?"

If there were any way that he could possibly made his younger lover smile like that daily, Morgan would have done just about anything to know how.

It was tragic, to him, that the beautiful sight of Reid's smile lasted less than a heartbeat.

With a slight nod, Reid brought his hand up to rest over Morgan's on his cheek. His slender lips parted to say something, but when no words came out, that brief hope died. As his eyes drifted closed, he slowly rocked his head from side to side, the smile vanishing as if it had never been.

Morgan's heart shattered in his chest. As the jagged shards stabbed at his lungs, he couldn't help but wonder which had caused it: the twisted expression of agony on Reid's face or the crystal tears that cascaded silently over his cheeks.

Still shifting his head from side to side, Reid wrapped his arms around himself. Softly, his voice barely more than a breath, he gasped, "It won't. It won't ever make sense. Everything is falling apart. I am going to lose everyone and everything. Prentiss is dead. JJ is gone. I don't see you anymore. Things are just getting harder. Nothing is going the way it should, and I feel like I am drowning, there is no short in sight, and I don't know what to do."

"Hey!" Morgan barked, just harsh enough to get those beautiful, chocolate hues to look at him. Pressing his large hands to the pale cheeks, he tilted his forehead against' Reid's as he stared intently into those gentle, doe eyes. In a confident, serious tone, he told him, "I am right here, and I will always be right here. If there is no shore, then hold onto me until you have the strength to swim and find one, okay?"

Yet again, his lips parted but no works came out. The stunning eyes closed to block out reality and he leaned into Morgan's touch. His voice was soft and distraught as he begged, "Save me."

Morgan didn't know what he could do to save Reid and didn't know how he could pull him out of the dark waters that consisted of grief and uncertainty. All of them struggled with it. Even with his revelation, he himself was fighting still. Not content with standing on the shore and call out to his love, he plunged again into his own shadowy ocean, longing only to prove to Reid that he was not alone.

Barely giving his actions a thought, Morgan leaned forward and reconnected their lips, desperate to show him that he was right there. Reid responded eagerly, obviously longing to escape from conscious thought. As his lips moved against Morgan's, he shifted ever closer. Shifting him so that Reid was straddling his lap, Morgan shifted his hands from Reid's knees to his hips, his hands caressing him gentle.

He almost stopped as he felt the tears falling onto his face. The only reason he didn't was because as he felt the wet warmth sliding onto his cheeks, Reid's hands came up to cup his cheeks, urging him on.

Forsaking their usual slow, timid pace, the two gave into the lust and passion, a quick burning heat that could consume them both. The burning emotions that they normally stifled and kept hidden, even from each other, broke forth and made it to the surface.

In both was a great sorrow for their loss, their longing, and love. Reid also gave into the fear and the comfort of Morgan's arms, while Morgan, himself, gave into the urge to possess and protect the smaller male. They were both desperate from each other and desperate to be free, and in each other's desperation, they found what they were seeking.

Morgan felt Reid start to tugging at the hem of his shirt, and he shifted to help pull it off, breaking off the kiss. The pale male's lips returned to him on his throat, kissing down to his shoulders. A soft moan escaping him, the athletic male let his head tilt back.

With his eyes closed and he enjoyed the sensation, he struggled to undo the buttons on Reid's shirt. Not for the first time, he wondered why the young male insisted on wearing those damn dress shirts. Half the time, the buttons ended up missing-and not just because they fell off in the washing machine.

This time was a good example of how.

Knowing Morgan's body well, Reid gently nipped at one of his sweet spots, just hard enough to make Morgan jerk. The buttons popped off and flew onto the bed and clattered to the floor. They went unnoticed as he jerked the shirt off the pale shoulders and moved his ravenous mouth to the fair skin.

Biting, nipping, sucking, he cover the other's flesh with his mouth as he steadily tilted him back. Slowly, he switched their positions. He hovered over Reid, while the other sprawled on the bed.

Once more, pale arms entrapped dark shoulders, drawing their torsos close and brining his focus to those soft, brown eyes. Slowly, the gaze was hidden behind long lashes, and as he went back to his ministrations, he felt small shivers of pleasure go through the thin body. In turn, a tiny smile tilted his dusky lips.

Keeping his lips on the smooth, porcelain skin, he murmured softly, "I love you."

It was exceedingly rare for there to be any reply, and despite how badly he needed the words, he was unbothered when he realized this time was no exception.

Reid tenderly caressed Morgan's face with a smile that said more than a million words ever could. He knew that Morgan knew he recuperated the feeling. The words were just too big to be said lightly. That was what made them so much more desirable from his lips.

Moving his lover the soft skin again, one hand supported him as his other moved to caress his lover's sides and stomach lightly, never dipping low enough to even tease. Long, thin fingers ran over his shoulders and neck. The long legs were wrapped around his waist, but as Morgan moved his mouth lower, they loosened and slipped to the bed as did Reid's hands.

Feeling cocky from pleasing his lover, there was a smirk on Morgan's face as he looked up, but it vanished as soon as he noticed Reid's expression.

While the young doctor was there physically, his stare said clearly that he wasn't. The vacant look that slipped into his eyes said he had gotten the break from reality that he wanted. It told Morgan that his lover's mind was elsewhere...and that hurt him.

Discontent with just pleasing Reid's body, a soft sigh slipped from his lips as he shifted away. It was for less than a second and then he moved close again to lie next to Reid. Wrapping his arms around the brunette, he drew him against his chest and pressed his face to the soft hair. His eyes closed as he drew in the familiar scent.

Even without seeing, he knew exactly when Reid returned to reality.

"Sorry," Reid whispered softly, his hand tentative as it rose to rest over Morgan's heart.

Shaking his head and pressing himself closer to his lover, he answered just as quietly, "Don't be."

"I am."

"What's happening?"

It was a heavy question and almost difficult to ask, but before it could be given the answer it deserved, their phones went off.

Their gazes met, and pain flared in the black eyes, while the emotion was carefully guarded in the brown eyes. It could only mean one thing if they were being messaged at the same time, and they both kne wit. Work was calling them away from each other.

"I am so sorry," Reid murmured once again. Shaking his head, he fled the room before Morgan could stop him.

Groaning, he didn't follow as he should have. In only a few moments, he would have to, but he needed a moment. He needed to gather himself and just process what was going on.

Glaring up at the ceiling like it was at fault for the distance, his mind churned over everything. It was then that he realized that this was the first time that Reid had spaced out. When it was just the two of them, those russet hues followed him like he was the most beautiful creature in the world.

Feeling a new type of despair, Morgan asked the silence, "What happened to my pretty boy?"

A/N: D: Another sad ending! WTF! I suck! D:

T.T I am sorry.

I do intent to continue this to a part three though. :D I already have it planned out, but I am asking you, the readers, whose POV do you want it from? Morgan's or Reid's?

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