"Reid," Morgan shook the younger agent's shoulder. "Wake-up man."

Hazel eyes popped open, their owner rubbing the sleep from them, taking in their surroundings, noting the large pair of breasts barely wrapped in some skimpy piece of spandex-like material that were pressing against Morgan, as well as their owner. She was curvy in all the right places, Latina maybe. She had black hair that fell in loose curls past her shoulders and big brown eyes. Her skin was the color of caramel and her pouty lips were shining with gloss. The tight red 'dress' left nothing to the imagination and when combined with the spiked stiletto sandals she was wearing even Reid knew that the outfit screamed 'fuck me!'

"Reid, Reid," Morgan was snapping his fingers in front of his face.

Startled, he shook his head. "Sorry, what?"

"I said what are you doin' here man?"

"I, uh, I thought you might like some company after that last case, but it looks like you've got that covered . . ." he glanced at his watch, "I guess I sat down to wait for you and fell asleep. I'll uh, I'll just be going now." He brushed past Morgan, not bothering to acknowledge the one-night stand attached to his hip, rushing down the stairs of the house, losing his step but quickly righting himself, continuing to his car as the tears welled in his eyes. "She doesn't mean anything to him, you know that," he whispered repeatedly to himself, silently wishing that fact was some sort of consolation as he drove away.

"Who was that?" the club rat asked, watching Reid as he rushed away.

"A co-worker of mine."

"Sorry baby, but I think he wants to be more than just a co-worker. A man doesn't show up at another man's house in the middle of the night because he wants to be an acquaintance. Plus, even if he can't dress, he still screams 'gay'."

"He's not gay."

"Oh but he is, and he is hot for you, not that I blame him. But how he thinks he could possibly stand a chance with someone who looks the way you do, even if you did swing that way, is beyond me. You are totally out of his league. It's kind of sad, really."

It was then that Morgan realized two things: (1) they were still on his front stoop; and (2) every time she spoke she became infinitely less attractive. "You know what honey, why don't I just take you back to your place?"

She raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Do you swing that way?"

Morgan ran a hand over his face. "On occasion, but that's not why . . ."

"Ew! And you wanted to stick your dirty thing in me?! I don't think so! I'll call a cab!"

As she had now insulted both Reid and himself, Morgan didn't object.