Title: Criminal Minds: Titanic

Rating: M

Warning(s): Slight racism and old man wanting young boys…

Summary: The love story between Jack and Rose now a story of forbidden romance between Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid and their own challenges going further than social statuses of wealth. Some OOC. Slash Morgan/Reid.

Reid sat at the dinner table in his dark red, hugging suit as he listened to the same narrow people talking the same mindless chatter that they always did. They were always dressed fancily, spending more money than needed. He noticed the woman named Penelope Garcia with his mom, Charles with the one man who always followed him around and the men who created and named Titanic. Staring off into space, he felt like no one really cared about how he felt. Wasn't it obvious he was breaking inside? That he hated his life? No one seemed to care and no one wanted to pull him out of the predicament he was in…

He ran as fast as he could with only one thing in mind – to end this. He couldn't take it anymore. Anything had to better than the life he was experiencing now. He pushed past many people, maybe hurting a few but he didn't care because they didn't care.

He stopped to catch his breath at the rear of the ship, the tears leaving tracks on his cheek. Reid looked out into the dark blue, the night sky and water mixing together, looking as if they were one. No stars were present in the sky. He was alone. He would die alone during this lonely night.

Morgan was lying down on the bench, staring up into the sky of nothing. He was smoking his last cigarette. No stars in the sky tonight. So calming…

He was lost in his thoughts of another story he could write until he heard footsteps coming near him at an alarming rate. Sitting up, he noticed it was the same young man he saw just some hours earlier. That same beautiful person he was still thinking of and was regarding to write about him. He seemed to be very upset though. Morgan knew better than to approach him and ask him what was wrong but once he saw the young man climbing over the rear of the ship, he knew he had to stop him.

He got up and cautiously approached. He didn't want to frighten the kid and have him lose his balance and fall to his death. He doubts the kid was serious about this because most suicidal people would have done it in a heartbeat because it's the only thing they could think of – death. This boy obviously was wondering if there was any other way and Morgan hoped so.

"Hey," Morgan said softly. Reid turned to look at him in surprise and the sadness that Morgan saw in Reid's eyes broke his heart.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" Reid told him.

Morgan shook his head and lent a hand out. "Come on, I'll pull you over-"

"No! If you come any closer, I'll jump!"

Knowing he had to get closer and get the kid before he'd make a choice he'd regret, he pretended he wanted to throw out his smoke.

Tossing the cigarette overboard, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his brown pants and looked at Reid who was still hanging onto the ship.

"No you won't," He said.

Reid turned to look at Morgan as if he was crazy. "What do you mean I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will or will not do."

"Well, you would have done it already," Morgan argued.

"You're distracting me! Go away!" Reid exclaimed angrily. Who was this man and why the hell wasn't he minding his own business?

"I can't. I'm involved now. If you jump, I'd have to jump in after you," Morgan said as he took off his boots. Reid looked at him as he removed both of them off his feet.

"You're absurd. You'll die if you do." Reid couldn't help but feel a bit happy that someone actually cared about him; this complete stranger who didn't even know if he was a good person or not.

"I'm aware of that but what I'm really worried about is how cold the water is," Morgan admitted.

Reid stopped. Why hadn't he thought of it before? With his intelligence, that should have been one of the random statistics to pop out of head.

"…how cold?"

Morgan smirked and the same second it came, it was gone. "Probably freezing, maybe a couple of degrees below that."

Reid looked down at the water he was about to jump in. It looked even more life threatening with the attentiveness he now had.

"Have you ever been to Chicago?"

Reid looked at him, confused by his question. "What?"

"It gets pretty cold there during the winter, sometimes below 0. When I was a little boy, my dad and I went ice-fishing. Ice-fishing is-"

"I know what ice-fishing is!" Reid said, interrupting Morgan's explanation.

Morgan looked a bit surprised. "I'm sorry. You just seemed to be more like an indoor person," He shrugged and continued. "Anyways, I fell onto some thin ice and fell into the water. All I can say is, water that cold, hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe, you can't think…well, only about the pain."

Reid closed his eyes and gulped. He knew that already but he was trying to ignore the facts about hypothermia at the moment.

"Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after ya," Morgan said but still removed his black jacket.

"Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm hoping you're going to give me break and get off the rail there."

Reid glanced at the darker man again. Why wouldn't he just leave him alone? "You're crazy," He said, hoping that would make him leave him alone but at the same time, he was hopeful the nice man would stay.

"That's what they all say but with all due respect kid, I'm not the one hanging off the back of the boat here," Morgan said as he got closer.

Reid stared into Morgan's eyes while Morgan tried to help him. "Now come on," Morgan said in his soft, reassuring voice again. "Give me your hand. You don't want to do this."

He was right. Reid didn't want to do this. The sadness got the better of him but he wasn't ready to die yet.

He slowly placed his smaller, softer hand which was concealed by a white glove, into the larger and stronger one as he turned around to be face to face with the man who wanted so desperately to stop him from jumping into the icy waters. He ignored the electricity that went through his body when he did so. He also recognized him from hours earlier when he stormed out after insulting Ismay.

Morgan chuckled and smiled. "Derek Morgan."

"Spencer Reid Denore." He hated using his stepfather's last name but his mother asked him to, so instead of getting rid of his father's last name, he added Denore to the end.

"Hmm, you might have to write that down for me," Morgan joked. Reid laughed a little as he kept their eyes locked. He also noticed how handsome Morgan looked; his muscles, his smile, his eyes…Reid felt his heart pick up a beat after recognizing all of Morgan's features above the waist of course. What is wrong with me? He's a man for heaven's sakes!

"Come on." Morgan said as he helped Reid up but Reid lost his footing when bringing his right foot up. He screamed as he did so.

"Derek!"

Morgan helped Reid up a little more only to have his thin arm slip between his hands again.

"Somebody! Please, help! Help me!" Reid screamed, tears were again now invading his eyes and sliding down his pale cheeks but not because he wanted to die but because he wanted to be saved.

"Spencer, listen to me!" Reid looked up at Morgan and sobbed helplessly.

"Please, don't let go of me! Please!" He begged.

"Spencer, trust me! I will not let go. I'm going to help you up. Work with me!" Morgan assured him. Reid nodded as Morgan hauled him up, his muscles flexing as he did so. He pulled Reid up slowly to keep himself from hurting him. Reid also helped himself by pulling up and climbing the railing.

"There we go. I gotcha'," Morgan wrapped his arm the smaller form and got him back on board. As he did so, he collapsed on top of a violently shaking Reid who was still hyperventilating. He was in the position between Reid's legs that were wide open as he caught his own breath a bit.

"Are you ok-"

"What is this?" Morgan's head whipped in the direction of the two men that came because of Reid's pleas of help. He realized what position he was in and gulped.

"You, stand back and don't move an inch!" The man screamed at him and Morgan complied, raising his hands in a non-offending way.

"Fetch the master arms!" He told his companion who nodded and went to get the man in charge of crimes on the boat.

Oh great. You try to do well and you only end up doing bad.

"Who are you to put your hands on my son?" Charles Denore had came as quickly as he could when he heard that a young man, roughly 15-17 had been the victim of molestation of another man on board.

"Huh?" Charles said as he got in Morgan's face. Morgan's eyes were only on Reid though which angered him even more.

"Look at me you nigger, not him!" Charles pushed and pulled on Morgan's clothing. Morgan had a hard time of not sending a punch to retaliate.

Reid turned when he heard the negative word being used and walked up to Charles. Morgan saved his life. He couldn't allow these men to derogate his existence and accuse him of such acts when in fact Reid was the stupid one.

"Charles please, leave him alone! It was an accident," Reid said.

"An accident?" They all stared at Reid in confusion.

"It's silly actually. I leaned over and I slipped." Reid created the lie as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

"I was leaning to look at the…the um, the um…" He was turning his fingers in a circular motion and realized how shaken up he was and how the words were not formulating correctly. His thoughts were becoming a bit jumbled because of the cold.

"Propellers?" Charles said and Reid nodded.

"Yes, and I slipped. Derek here was only helping me back on board. If it weren't for him, I'd be dead right now," Reid explained and gave Morgan a small smile.

"He wanted to see the propellers," Charles said and the men laughed.

"Kids and machinery don't mix," one man said. The other men nodded in agreement.

"Was that the way of it?" The master arms asked Morgan who stared at Reid's face for a while before nodding in agreement. Obviously no one knew of how depressed Reid was and he didn't want anyone to know.

"Yeah, that was pretty much it."

"Well then, I'm surprised. The young man's a hero. Let's get back to our drinks," The thicker man of them all said as he began walking away. They un-cuffed Morgan who rubbed his wrist and watched Reid being comforted by his stepfather from the cold.

"You're freezing. Let's get back inside," Charles left his hand on Reid's small back and began walking away with him until he heard one of the men clear up his throat.

"Perhaps a little something for the boy?"

Denore inwardly rolled his eyes and thought for a second or two.

"Spicer, I think a twenty should do it," He said to his bodyguard.

Reid, feeling insulted by this and wanting to give Morgan more, stopped walking.

"So a 20's the value of the life of the son from the woman you love?" Charles smirked at the palpable upset coming from his stepson.

"Spencer is displeased…" He said. He walked over to Morgan who watched his every move. He didn't want to give the man more money but instead something that would at least keep Spencer from attacking him.

"There's a dinner party tomorrow night. How about you join us and tell us about your courageous tale?" Charles said, putting on a fake smile as he did.

"Yeah…of course," Morgan answered hesitantly. It's not that he didn't like the idea of a party but he knew he'd be the odd ball in it all. He wasn't interested in the fancy food or way of dining but Reid made this possible for him so he accepted it.

"Well it's settled." All of the men left to get back to their business. Morgan patted his clothes and realized he was out of smokes. He whistled at Spicer who turned around, offended.

"You think you can lend me a smoke?" He asked.

Spicer decided to just hand the man one even though Morgan took two because he wanted to say something himself. Morgan placed one behind his ear and the other between his lips.

"It's funny really," He started. Morgan looked up at him as he lit his cigarette. "The young lad slipped so suddenly but you had enough time to remove your jacket and your shoes. And I know Spencer. He isn't the idiot type, very bright actually but a horrible liar. He wouldn't risk his life to see something he already knows."

Spicer chuckled and left him standing there. After a few moments, Morgan went back to the third class passenger rooms and found Emily awake, sitting on her bunk and reading one of his stories. When she realized Derek was back, she tried to hide the fact that she was reading one of his unfinished stories.

"Oh! Derek, I was just um," She stared at her friend's face and stopped. He didn't like it when others read them when they were incomplete but he didn't seem to recognize or register the notebook in his friend's hand.

"Derek, are you ok?" She asked as he lay down on the bottom bunk.

"Not really."

"What's wrong? Tell me, please," Emily said as she descended down to his bunk and placed a hand in his. His fingers curled around hers and he sighed.

"I've been invited tomorrow night to the first class passenger dinner party," He said as burrowed his face into the pillow on his bed.

"Don't tell me they want you to serve them!" Emily said. She hated when Morgan was treated negatively because he was black. Sometimes, people assumed they were sleeping together and Morgan was nearly sent to jail a couple of times because of it. They gave him leeway because he was half white. Of course, his parents' relationship was forbidden too but since no one really saw his dad and mom in public together, they just assumed his mother had an affair with a man who was already dead. They had the dead part correct.

"No, no, no, Emily. Actually, I'm supposed to eat there with the rich but I won't be surprised if I was handed a plate to wash instead of a plate to eat."

"Why did you say yes?" She was confused. If he didn't like the idea, why agree? She ran her hand down his back to comfort her pal.

"…I don't know," he mumbled, the pillow muffling his words. He did know. Spencer was invading his body like an illness and he was agreeing to the fever of it. He was losing all logic for this kid.

Getting ready for bed, Reid brushed his hair with the gold brush embodied with flower designs as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The music box his grandmother gave him played its soft and comforting tune. It was interrupted by a brief knock and an intruder entering his room, Charles, to be more specific.

"May I come in?" He asked but didn't even wait for a response. He knew he wouldn't get one from Spencer.

He walked over and placed the lid on the music box, prompting it to stop playing. He pushed it over and sat against the makeup table. He sighed and looked at Spencer who made no eye contact or any movement that made it look like he knew he was there, or any movement of whether or not he cared if he was there.

"Reid, I bought you something. I wanted to wait until we got to America but I thought now would be the appropriate time to give it to you." He gripped the black box in his hand.

Reid stared at the mirror. He didn't once turn to really face the man until he realized a large black box was in his hand. Reid's eyes widened as the elegant black box was flipped open and inside was the rarest jewel of them all; The Heart of the Ocean - not one part of it wasn't diamond.

"Wait," Reid said as Charles took no time and hooked the beautiful necklace around his neck. "Why not give this to mother?"

Charles chuckled. "Reid, I have given her more things than you think. She has already submitted to me and wants to marry me. You on the other hand seem to despise me and I want to make you feel better." He feigned disappointment. Not like Reid cared.

Reid said nothing as Charles went on one knee and looked at him through the mirror, too. "You know, I can give you anything you want if you just give me the one thing I desire the most from you."

Reid ignored what he said. He knew what he wanted but he wasn't going to subdue himself to a man like him.

"Please?" Charles pushed away the few stray strands from Reid's delicate face and he planted a kiss on his cheek. He hovered above the flawless skin before kissing down his neck until he reached the necklace. They remained that way for too long. Reid couldn't even count the seconds in his head, something he could simultaneously while doing anything else. Right now, he was rigid and focused on holding his breath. If he didn't, he knew he'd scream but it wasn't like he could accuse his stepfather. Nobody would believe him because they all thought he was a disturbed child who just wanted his dad back.

When Charles finally left, the air was finally breathable. Reid gasped for the vital oxygen in his lungs and when he did, tears seemed to be the offspring of the oxygen entering his air sacs. He pulled off the diamond necklace and hastily put it back in its containment. It was making it harder for him to breathe as well. Dropping the velvet box on the floor, he wrapped his arms around himself and cried silent tears.