Chapter Three

Spencer came out of the bathroom in his striped pj's and a towel over his head.

Morgan chuckled at the sight of his friend. "You need to dry your hair, kid."

"What I need is to go to sleep." Spencer said as he made his way over to the table, carefully and slowly. His bum really, really hurt and he knew if he tried to walk properly he would just make it worse. He sat down at the table, wincing slightly as he sat properly before leaning on the right side of his bum, blushing as he realised Morgan was watching him.

Morgan watched Spencer closely, wondering why he had been walking funny and was now sitting leaning to one side. "You okay, kid?"

Spencer nodded. "Yeah, now what is it we have to go over?"

"It can wait till you finish getting dried." Morgan said, smirking widely. He watched Spencer frown at him. "Don't say I didn't warn you when you get a cold." He got up and grabbed the case files off the set of draws. "We need to-," He started but stopped as he saw Spencer was using the towel to dry his hair. He smirked lightly. "Err, yeah, we need to do the reports...and go over our next case."

Spencer looked at Morgan from under his wet fringe and the towel, giving his friend a confused look. "Next case? We haven't even got back home yet."

Morgan shrugged. "I know, but apparently it's not a good one."

"When are they ever good?"

"You know what I mean."

Spencer smiled up at him. "Yeah, I know." He reached his hand out –letting the towel sit on his head- for the case file that Morgan was holding. He sighed lightly when he saw his friend's eyes going over the bruise on his wrist. He moved his hand back to the towel on his head, moving it gently. "I already told you, it was Hanley."

"You sure?" Morgan asked as he sat down at the table, dropping the case files in-front of him.

"Yes, I'm sure. Why would I lie?" Spencer asked and when Morgan didn't answer he was glad that that was the end of the conversation...that was until Morgan spoke.

"I don't know, maybe because you like Darley." Morgan said, it was a question but it had come out as a statement. He was pretty sure he was right.

Spencer's hands stopped moving, and his eyes widened. "W-what?"

"You like that guy, right? That's why you went back to that bar, to see him." Morgan said certainly.

"I-I didn't...I-I..." Spencer stuttered; how the hell did Morgan know? He had gone through the back door of the bar, no one but Billy had seen him. How could Morgan know? What else did he know? How the hell had he-.

"I bet you went to apologise, didn't you?" Morgan asked. He looked at his younger friend...and stood up from his seat angrily, knocking the chair over. "How could you be so stupid? You were doing your job, Reid, you had no need to apologise to that bastard!" He said loudly as he looked down at the kid, who was staring at him with wide and shock-filled eyes.

Spencer didn't know what was happening...or how they had gotten onto Billy...or even how Morgan knew he had gone to the man. "I-I...Morgan, I don't like lying, you know that."

"Yeah, kid, I know. And you know why I know? Because I know you better than anyone else...but you do not need to apologise to a fucking gang lord who wanted to hurt you."

Spencer frowned, almost angrily. "Hurt me? How many times, Darley did not hurt me. It. Was. Hanley. And it doesn't concern you; I went after we had finished working the case. So it has nothing to do with you." He told his friend; he felt bad about speaking to Morgan like he was doing...but the older man was presuming he knew him and he was still trying to pin something on Billy, which he didn't think was fair when Billy had stopped Hanley from hurting him.

"I'm not talking about your wrist, Reid. He thought you were a prostitute, and he's a gang lord with a fetish for young guys...you really think he hadn't planned to hurt you at some point while he had his dick up your ass?" Morgan asked crudely and heatedly.

Spencer's face blushed...and he wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't heard Morgan been so crude before or if it because he was pissed at his friend. He stood up from his seat, letting the towel fall to the floor, and moved over to the dark skinned man –ignoring the pain that shot through his bum and lower back. "Look Morgan, you're my friend...but you have no right to talk to me like that. And you have no idea what you're talking about, because Billy wouldn't have hurt me."

Morgan laughed. "Reid, what the hell are you on? He's a gang lor-wait, you fucked him, didn't you?"

Spencer's eyes widened; how had he figured it out? He took a step away from Morgan, swallowing thickly. "W-what? Why would y-you think that?" He had no idea what to say.

"Don't even try, Reid, I told you...I know you better than anyone. But what I can't figure out is why you gave your first time to a fucking bastard like Billy Darley!" Morgan yelled.

"Morgan, keep your voice down." Spencer snapped.

"No." Morgan snapped back and stepped closer to Spencer, getting in his face before the kid moved away, almost as if he was scared. He frowned angrily. "You're scared of me?" He asked, his voice revealing he was hurt. He watched as the kid swallowed. "Tell me, kid, we're you scared of Darley while he was ramming his dick up-!"

"Morgan!" Spencer yelled, annoyed and embarrassed.

-Knock- -Knock-

"Reid?" It was Hotch.

Spencer sighed, relived. "I-It's open." He yelled and looked towards the door.

"Is everything alright? I heard shouting." Hotch asked as he walked into the room. He looked at Spencer and then at Morgan, before looking back to his youngest agent...seeing how pale and...relieved?...he looked.

Spencer licked his lips before speaking. "I-I'm fine, we were just discussing something...and I guess i-it got a little over heated." His voice showed how nervous he was; he didn't like lying...but he really didn't like lying to Hotch, and that wasn't just because the man could usually tell when he was lying.

Hotch looked from Spencer to Morgan, giving him a 'we-will-talk-about-this-later' look. "Hanley's escaped."

"What?" Both Morgan and Spencer said.

"Apparently, the local officers didn't realise we needed to know until they couldn't find him." Hotch said, obviously annoyed at the local police officers –which was completely understandable.

"You're kidding?" Morgan asked, just as annoyed.

"How did he get away?" Spencer asked. "He was in a cell in the station, wasn't he?"

"I'm not sure, they weren't clear about the details on the phone. But that will be the first thing we find out in the morning." Hotch told him.

"In the morning?" Spencer asked, confused.

"Yes, we're not going to the station until the morning nor are we going to look for Hanley."

"What? But Hotch-,"

"The local officers are out looking for him, and most of the team has had a bit much to drink –including yourself, Morgan- we'd be no use to them. So we're going to the station first thing in the morning...and I don't want you going anywhere on your own for now, Reid." Hotch told him.

Spencer frowned, confused. "Why?"

"Hanley picked you." Hotch reminded him. "And now he's out, we need to keep an eye on you...just to be on the safe side."

Spencer understood; his boss was discreetly saying that Hanley could be coming after him...or if he just happened to see him, he could change his target and come for him instead. Either way, until they re-caught Hanley, he was in danger. He nodded, reluctantly; danger or not, he didn't want to have to be with someone on the team constantly...who knew how long it would take to re-catch Hanley? And what if he was paired up with Morgan?

"Well, I'll see you in the morning." Hotch said to Spencer, smiling lightly before looking over at Morgan. "Can I have a word?"

Morgan glanced at Spencer before leaving with Hotch.

Spencer took a deep breath before he rushed to the door...and locked it. He let his head fall back against the door and closed his eyes. He felt like crying...because seriously, could this case get any worse?

Spencer climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV. He winced as his bum touched the seat.

"Are you alright, Reid?"

Spencer jumped at his boss' voice. He looked at Hotch, who was sitting in the driver's seat. "Y-yeah, I'm fine...why?" He suddenly wondered if Morgan had mentioned what they had been talking about last night to Hotch. Could he get fired? He shook his head mentally, he had slept with Billy out of work hours...that meant it had nothing to do with his work. But Billy was a gang lord...would that change the rules?

"Morgan wouldn't tell me what you were talking about last night, but he was yelling at you, right?" Hotch asked, concerned, as he started the car.

"Aren't we waiting for everyone else?"

"The rest of the team are riding in the other car." Hotch told him. He glanced at Spencer. "I wanted to talk to you alone."

"O-oh,"

"Don't worry; I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Hotch reassured him. "I'm...worried about you."

Spencer felt his cheeks grow warm as he blushed. "I...I'm fine, Hotch."

Hotch shook his head slightly. "You and Morgan were arguing last night, Hanley's escaped and could be after you, and you disappeared for a couple hours while we were all at the restaurant."

"I...I just went for a walk, and me and Morgan were just talking about an old case and things got a little out of hand, that's all." Spencer told him, trying to make everything simple...even though it wasn't and he was worried and scared. "And about Hanley...I have you all to rely on, so I know I'm safe." He said with an unintentional smile as he looked over at Hotch.

Hotch couldn't help the little smile that took over his lips; it was always hard when one of his team was in danger...but it always hit everyone the hardest when it was Reid who was the one in danger, so it made everyone work that much harder to protect him.

They pulled up outside of the station twenty minutes later. Spencer climbed out of the SUV and looked down to the ground as his gaze met Morgan's. When he had been laid in bed last night, he had decided he wasn't going to feel bad about what he had done with Billy Darley...at least not in front of Morgan. But when his eyes had met Morgan's, even only just for those few short seconds, he felt bad again. And he didn't understand why his friend made him feel like that. After all he hadn't really done anything wrong, he had done exactly what he wanted to...more or less.

"Right, JJ and I will stay here and liaise with the officers. Prentiss and Dave, I want you to take these streets. Reid and Morgan, you take these." Hotch said as he passed each set a different map. "There are officers already patrolling the streets but I want you all out there looking for Hanley as well. We'll let you know if Garcia finds anything else that might help us find him sooner. Stay in touch."

Spencer was walking around the streets with Morgan. They had left the station and the rest of the team nearly thirty minutes ago...and they hadn't spoken one word to each other. He wanted to talk to his friend, but every time he opened his mouth to say something...he would remind himself that it was Morgan's fault they weren't talking.

It didn't help that they couldn't find anything to lead them to Hanley.

So they were stuck looking around the streets, not talking to each other.

They were walking down the street when he couldn't keep up their silence. There was a coffee shop...and he hadn't had one for almost an hour and half. "Hey, Morgan," He started and watched as Morgan stopped and turned to look at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out...and he was sure it was because of the frown on the man's face. He swallowed. "Err-,"

"Coffee, right?" Morgan guessed. His frown disappeared and faded into a soft, neutral smile as he watched Spencer nod. "Come on, it's not like we're working on any leads."

He smiled softly; he wanted to tell Morgan he could go in and get it himself...but with them not talking right, he decided it was best to just go in with the dark skinned man. He followed behind Morgan as they went to the counter in the shop.

"Hey, kid, I err," Morgan started after Spencer had ordered. "I'm not sure what I said to you word-for-word last night...but I know I yelled at you and I wasn't kind...I'm sorry."

Spencer took his coffee from the woman behind the counter and they started out of the shop. He wanted to tell Morgan he had been out of order last night and that he was still pissed at him and he would be for a while and that what he did away from work was none of his business...but Morgan was his best friend, and he really didn't want to argue with him. He nodded. "It's okay, j-just forget about it."

Morgan looked surprised at first, but then frowned.

Spencer really didn't want to argue so he started off down the street again, coffee in hand. "Right, so how many streets have we got left? Do you think we should phone Hotch, see if they have anything yet?"

"He said he'd let us know if they find anything...but if you really wan' t' talk to Hotch, go ahead." Morgan said as he walked next to Spencer.

Spencer ignored the tone in Morgan's voice; he sounded pissed and if Spencer wasn't mistaken...jealous. He pulled his cell out of his satchel and dialled Hotch's number.

Billy leaned against the wall, cig hanging out of his mouth. He wasn't listening to the guy's, they were more annoying than usual, that was until they mentioned Hanley. "Wait, he got away?"

"Yeah boss, no one's heard how yet, but he ain't in custody no more." Spink said.

"What'd he do?" Heco asked.

Billy watched Spink shrug and then looked at Bodie. "Y' know why the dick was arrested?"

Bodie shrugged. "I heard the cops think he killed some guys."

He frowned; he knew when gang members were been killed...especially if it weren't his guys doing the killing or the ones been killed. "Gang related?" He asked and watched Bodie shake his head. "So, who the fuck's he been killin'?"

He listened to the guys go onto something else, he was about to tell them what he wanted them to do when he saw him. That kid from last night. Spencer Reid. He was standing across the street on his cell phone, with that dick that had taken him away last night. He vaguely wondered who the kid was talking to...but stopped when he looked over him; he was the total opposite to what he had been last night...he was wearing dark trousers, white converse sneakers, a pale coloured shirt with a tie and sweater vest, and a brown coat with a brown leather bag.

He could see the badge and a gun in a holster on the kid's belt. So, the kid really was a fed.

Billy half-smirked as the kid looked away from the dark skinned guy he was standing with...over to him. He watched as Spencer's face paled and his eyes widen...before his cheeks turned pink and he looked away quickly.

He stayed leaning against the wall as he watched the kid, pretending to pay attention to the guys who were still going on about something or other. He couldn't help but remember the kid laid underneath him, gasping and arching. It had ended too quickly. The more he thought about it...the more he thought it must have been the kid's first time last night.

He watched Spencer shove his phone in his bag and then speak to the dark skinned man, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke. He found it kind of cute. He stood up straight as he watched the two feds start to walk off. He smirked as Spencer looked over at him before turning away quickly again and leaving with the other man.

"There's somethin' I want you guys t' do today." Billy said as his eyes followed Spencer down the street.

"Yeah, what's that?" Heco asked, obviously not pleased already.

"An' what're you goin' t' be doing?" Bodie asked.

Billy smirked at his friend. "I need y' t' find out why the feds want that dick Hanley. An' if y' can, find out where he's hidin'." He told them before adding, "An' I want it doin' now." He walked off down the street.

Oh crap. He was the last person he needed to see right now, especially while he was with Morgan. Not that Billy Darley would come over to him and just start talking to him...which was good because he wouldn't know what to say anyway and because he didn't want Morgan to see him. He hurried down the street with Morgan, ignoring the dull ache in his bum and lower back –he was still walking a little funny but not as much as he had been last night.

"Hotch said that the officers who had had Hanley in the car...had, err, left him alone in the car outside of the station." Spencer told Morgan with a hint of unbelieving amusement; how could anyone be so stupid? "So, that means someone's obviously helped him escape. Hotch and the other's are worried that Hanley's part of a team."

"They left him in the car...alone?" Morgan said. "That's just...well, it's unbelievable. How the hell could they be so stupid?"

"I don't know." Spencer said, laughing lightly; it wasn't that he found it funny, because he didn't...he was nervous and scared. If Hanley was part of a team...that would make it easier for the man to find him, if he was after him. He found it unlikely that anyone would come after him...but the man had picked him out of a bar full of people and he had been made to back off. He stopped walking.

"Reid? What's wrong?" Morgan asked as he turned and walked back to where the kid had stopped.

"I was just thinking," He started.

"There's a change." Morgan said and started to walk away again.

"Morgan, listen," He said and hurried after the dark skinned man. "you know like Hotch said I have to be with someone from the team like every minute until we catch Hanley? Well, what if he doesn't come after me? I mean, I fit the Victimology...but I wasn't the one who stopped him from getting what he wanted last night. I wasn't the one who stopped him from raping and killing me."

Morgan's hands clenched into fists at that last sentence; the thought of someone hurting Reid like that...it made him beyond angry. "Hotch was the one who actually arrested him..."

"No, he was stopped before he was arrested." Spencer told him. He sighed as he watched Morgan give him a questioning look. "Billy Darley." He watched Morgan's confused look turn into an angry one. "I'm just saying, what if I'm not the only one Hanley's going after?"

"Let me get this straight," Morgan started –and Spencer knew he wasn't going to like what his friend had to say. "you want us to set up protection for a fucking gang lord?"

"Well, I doubt he'd accept it, but I think we should at least warn him."

"Why are you so bothered about this bastard?"

Spencer frowned, confused; he didn't understand why Morgan hated Billy so much, or why he started swearing every time the other man was brought up. "I'm not, I just think as federal agents we should warn him that a serial killer could be after him." He told him, annoyed.

Morgan scoffed. "You want to tell him because you're an agent?"

"Why else would I?"

Morgan stepped closer to Spencer, getting in his personal space. "I don't know, maybe because you let him fuck you last night?"

Spencer's eyes widened; not only did Morgan remember what they had been arguing about last night...but he remembered what he had figured out. "W-what? I told you, you're wrong. I did not sleep with him." His voice got quieter as he said the last part.

"Don't bullshit me, Reid." Morgan said in a low and somewhat nasty tone.

Spencer took a step away from the dark skinned man, looking at him with wide and scared eyes. "W-what I do when I'm n-not at work...is none of your business." He looked away when Morgan frowned deeply at him, angrily.

"None of my-?" Morgan started angrily; how could Reid be so stupid? "You fucked a gang lord, kid, and now you want to go back to him,"

Spencer looked around and then quickly back to Morgan. "People are starting to stare." He stated.

"It's my business because I'm questioning your motives, and so will the rest of the team when they know what you did."

Spencer's eyes widened and his face paled as if he was going to be sick...and for a moment he thought he was going to be. "You can't tell them! Morgan, t-that's-that's not fair!"

"I thought it didn't matter what you did outside of work?" Morgan said.

"Wha-it doesn't, but y-you're going to tell them j-just so they question me." Spencer said, shocked and annoyed; how could Morgan think of telling the team? It was totally unfair. "Why are you been like this?" He wanted to cry. He knew that wasn't manly or tough...but he really didn't give a shit. His best friend was trying to –in not so many words- threaten him. And he had no idea why.

"You want to go help a gang lord."

"And what is the big deal?" Spencer snapped, angrily. Yeah, he had slept with Billy Darley...but why the hell was Morgan so mad about it? "You have never not helped anyone who needed it, why is telling Billy Darley so different?"

"Because you slept with him!"

Spencer frowned, confused. "So you don't want us to go tell him a killer could be after him, because you think I'll sleep with him again? Is that it?" That was the only reason he could find that Morgan didn't want to go tell him. "Because I can wait at the station –in a cell if you're that worried I'll screw up again- and you can go warn him...but just so you know, even if I did want to, he wouldn't sleep with me again anyway."

Morgan gave him a confused and angry look.

"Look, he..." Spencer sighed and swallowed thickly. "he got what he wanted, okay? He's not going to want to sleep with me again, so stop been an arse and help me because you know I'm right."

He got what he wanted...that's what the kid had said. So that bastard had fucked him and sent him on his way. Morgan was beyond angry...and it wasn't just at the bastard, how could Reid want to help him? "I'm not helping him."

"So you won't warn him?"

"No, I won't."

"Then I'll go by myself." Spencer said and started to walk away from the dark skinned man.

"I'm not going to follow you, kid." Morgan said after him.

Spencer didn't bother to reply. He just kept walking and threw his coffee in one of the street bins before he turned the corner. How could Morgan be like that? He was an FBI agent for crying out loud! He was supposed to help people...even ones like Billy. He was shaking his head in anger and annoyance...when someone grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, face first. He gasped sharply.

He felt the person's hand grip at his hair and pull his head back so he could see their face...but the person pushed his body further against the wall. His eyes widened.

"Hey there,"

End of chapter 3!

Thanks for reading and everything! sorry if there's any mistakes :( and as always let me know what you think :D

I'll update chap 4 2moz.