Game day. The whole team was exhausted from the chilling killing team they'd encountered this week, but somehow they always showed up in force to support each other.

"Kid, stop thinking just feel it."

Reid looked down at his shoes and smiled at the intense look Morgan was giving him.

"You got this, ok?"

"Ok."

And they walked out onto the pitch.

He could hear everyone in the stands.

"You can do this, it's just a game!" came JJ's motherly cheer.

"Drive 'em in, baby!" was that Rossi?

"Come on pretty boy!" came Morgan's cheer from before him.

Swing.

Miss.

Swing.

Miss.

Swing.

-CRACK!

And suddenly he was running. Coming around the corner, aiming straight for Morgan's arms. They hugged and let themselves be carried away by the high of the moment.

Then Morgan was carrying him and the team was losing their minds cheering. For him!

Morgan had been right. This really was the best feeling in the world.

"And—and—and—I mean, I didn't think I could do it, I had calculated the velocity of my average swing and—and—I mean, Morgan had told me to turn my brain off, and I sort of think I did? Anyways I just—"

"Slow down, pretty boy. We were all there," Morgan chuckled as he took another swig from his bottle. "But it was magnificent; hellavu way to end this week." He added, seeing Reid's face fall.

The team was at a bar, celebrating the end of the week and the game. Saturday night wasn't always festive at the BAU, so they made the most out of their opportunities.

Hotchner and JJ had gone home when Jack and Henry ceased to entertain each other and became cranky. Morgan joked that it probably meant it was Reid's bedtime as well. JJ chuckled and told Morgan to lay off, as she kissed Reid on the cheek and ruffled his hair as goodbye. Hotch bought a parting round of drinks and they both left.

"Well, my sweets, I think we're off as well. We've got, uh…"

"Just go, Penelope," Morgan groaned. Garcia and Kevin's goo-goo eyes at each other and their on-again-off-again status made them all laugh and the couple left the door, holding hands.

"Like horny teenagers, those two. I remember what that was like." Morgan sidled his eyes over to Reid.

Reid choked into his drink and turned red as Rossi and Morgan's laughter became louder.

The clock kept ticking and Spencer found his head starting to droop.

Finally, Rossi finished his drink and put his glass down.

"Alright boys, I'm not as young as I used to be. And Morgan, I think you should get the kid home before his head hits the table."

"Hey!" Reid said indignantly, perking up. "I'm not a kid!"

Morgan laughed. "Come on kiddo, I can't drive but my place is close enough and you can crash on my couch."

"You guys sure you don't need a ride?"

"Nah, we're alright. See you on Monday, Rossi."

"Are you sure you know where you're going Derek?"

"Sure I do, we're just er… Taking the scenic route."

Reid looked around. Scenic wasn't the word he'd have used, but it was alright. He enjoyed his time with Morgan, and he was still running on a high from the game.

"Hey, Morgan?"

"Reid, I swear if you're about to tell me the wind resistance of the bat or ball or something, I don't know what I'll do." Morgan looked over. Then he looked away, before looking over again.

Reid had on a crooked smile that suddenly turned cheeky.

"Actually, wind resistance wasn't what I had in mind but since you asked—"

Suddenly Morgan turned to face Reid and before Reid could more than lift an eyebrow, he found his back against a brick wall and warm lips covering his own.

For a few short moments, Reid became aware of the ringing silence in his ears. Then he could hear their breathing, and the messy, beautiful sound of their lips and tongues tangling.

They pulled back, foreheads resting on each other, breathing heavily.

Silence ruled for another few seconds, before Reid broke it.

"Derek, I—"

"I don't know what that was."

More silence.

"Look, Reid…I'm just gonna—I should hail you a cab."

"I—yeah. No, I got it. I can—can get a cab from the corner. Goodnight, Derek."