Monday morning at the BAU was anything but normal. Calling it crazy would be, in fact, a serious euphemism. As soon as Reid and Morgan had walked in together, equally smug looks plastered across both their faces it had been a total free-for-all.

Morgan looked like he usually did, not making any attempt at hiding his shit-eating grin as he practically skipped to his desk. Since when he was so gleeful? Reid on the other had just looked thoroughly sexed. His shoulders were no longer tensed up around his ears like they were before the break had started and he seemed to relax into Morgan's touch whenever his coworker threw a playful arm around him or ruffled his hair.

And that had only spurned J.J., Emily and Garcia along more.

Emily had been practically rubbing herself against Reid like a cat in heat, desperate to extract information out of him about his Thanksgiving break. All that had done, however, was push Reid to abruptly shoot himself out of his chair in an attempt to run to the bathroom to calm himself down.

In a last ditch attempt at salvaging any sort of plan she and J.J. had formulated, Emily had spastically flung Reid's coffee at his retreating back, splashing his lilac button down with scalding liquid.

"Son of a bitch!" Reid had cried since, evidently, that was his new coined phrase. "What the hell, Emily?" He had immediately untucked the shirt and pulled it over his head without thinking about what he was revealing.

Large, dark hickeys covered the back of his neck, trailing down across his shoulders and between his shoulder blades. They resembled tattooed bruises and from far away it looked as though Reid had been caught in the crossfire of a ball machine.

"Oh my God, Reid, what happened?" J.J. had put a hand to her mouth. Had Morgan beat Reid? Or just fucked him against drywall?

Reid had frozen, realizing his mistake. "I, uh, fell."

"Onto someone's lips, nugget?" Garcia had cooed, shooting at look at Morgan who was scratching the back of his neck and pretending not to look at the scene unfolding in front of his desk.

"So Pretty Boy got some during break? Good for him." Morgan shrugged. "Bet the person's a real steal."

Morgan never defended Reid's romantic conquests. If anything, he stored them away for future ammunition against the genius.

The plan concerning Morgan hadn't followed any easier. He was like a tightly wound vault. Garcia had run out of affectionate nicknames in only a few minutes and Morgan had only responded with his usual easy grin and had spewed a quick story about a "holiday honey."

Currently, he was pouring himself another cup of coffee in the empty break room until Reid burst through, the collar of his backup shirt flipped up around his neck and his tie loosely hanging off his neck.

Morgan turned around, bewildered.

"She's crazy, Derek! She's crazy! And just when you think you've reached the bottom of her craziness, there's a crazy underground garage!" Reid exclaimed, grabbing at Morgan's shoulders in a flustered panic.

"Woah, woah, hold up, Pretty Boy. Who is crazy?"

"Emily! She practically tried to fornicate with me on top of my desk!" Reid was breathing hard and Morgan reached a hand out to steady his new boyfriend.

He realized this was going to be a lot harder than they had originally planned. Evidently a team of profilers was going to be the first ones to spot a change in their behavior or worm out a potential relationship. He immediately regretted pouncing on Reid that morning in the shower and letting his romantic aggression get the better of him. That had been what caused all of those marks on Reid's back.

"Shit," he sighed. He ran a hand over his face.

Reid swallowed, straightening his sweater and the collar of his shirt. "What are we doing to do? I-I….we...we can't let them find out. About us. There are rules, Derek."

"I know about the rules, Spencer." Derek snapped suddenly.

Reid flinched like he had been burnt and his face momentarily darkened.

Morgan shook his head, unsure of what to say or do. "I'm sorry, man."

Reid took a step back from him which surprised Morgan. "I hate this." He whispered.

Morgan sighed again. He hated it too, but he just wasn't ready to face it all yet. The changes in the power play of the BAU would be inevitable. He was Derek Morgan, womanizer extraordinaire. He knew he wasn't ready to give up his reputation yet. Not when he was still unsure about telling Reid he loved him. He didn't want to scare the genius away with his romantic aggression and until they agreed to become serious, it was going to have to remain a secret. The other members of the BAU might try to intervene and Reid and Morgan were currently being held in a very delicate balance of best friends, coworkers and lovers and it was too fragile to move too quickly.

"I know, Baby boy. It sucks," he said. "But it's going to be worth it in the end. I promise."

"Is it?" Reid looked at his lover. The female side of their team were running around like wild Indians and Morgan and him were already snapping at each other and it had only been day one of trying to hide their relationship.

He loved Morgan with all of his heart and had no regrets of what had transpired between them over the weekend but if this was going to cause complications between them at work then it almost didn't seem worth it. Work always came first with Reid. As it should with all of them.

"Of course." Morgan frowned, a certain defensive edge to his voice. Didn't Reid want to be with him? He thought before feeling a panic rise up in him. "Don't you think so?"

Reid nodded, surrendering to Morgan's arms. He hid his face in his lover's shoulder. He was desperate to tell Morgan he loved him. Just get it over with. Just to cement their relationship….make it something. Turn it into some sort of label just to sort this all out.

"Sorry." Morgan closed his eyes, resting his head on top of Reid's.

"I apologize too."

Morgan adjusted Reid's shirt for him. "You and your layers," he said softly, laughing as Reid twisted out of his grasp. "When did you become so fashionable?"

Reid looked at him shyly. "I'm not exactly fashionable," he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his slim trousers. "I just like what I like."

"Well, I think you're looking pretty sharp right now. Even with that on," he plucked the collar of Reid's favorite navy sweater

"There's nothing wrong with this sweater." Reid remarked indignantly, pushing Morgan's wandering hands off his hips. Obviously their fight was forgotten as Morgan's grip tightened.

"Yes there is," Morgan leaned in, once again wrapping his hands around Reid's slim waist. "It's really, really, soft." He whispered close to Reid's ear, sending shivers down his young boyfriend's spine.

"Derek, we're at work," Reid found it harder to argue as Morgan found Reid's neck and began to gently dot kisses up towards his right ear.

"Sorry, I can't help but rejoice that you're mine now." Morgan mumbled, sucking on Reid's ear lobe.

Reid's breathing had become ragged. "Derek…" he breathed lightly, annoyed that he had gotten himself into this situation. Amazing as it was, they were at work with about seventeen other FBI workers just outside the door and should they get caught there would be serious consequences. It would just prove all that Emily and the rest of the girls were trying to figure out.

Morgan gave a light kiss to Reid's cheek and pulled away. "Sorry, Pretty Boy. I just got caught up in the moment."

"Evidently," Reid crossed his arms over his chest though there was a smile on his face as he said it. "So what do we do now?"

Both agents were silent before they heard Emily's voice call out, looking for Reid.

"Maybe we should tell them?" Reid muttered under his breath, feeling the heat rise up from the back of his neck.

Morgan looked up sharply. "I thought we just agreed not to?"

Reid was silent.

"It gets a little difficult and you want to put our jobs in jeopardy?"

Reid's eyes widened. "No, that's not it at all. I'm sure Hotch wouldn't-"

"It's not about Hotch. It's not up to him to decide what happens to us. He doesn't get to decide what everyone thinks about us." Morgan shot at Reid, panic filling his mind. They couldn't tell the team. And he couldn't tell Reid the real reason why he didn't want the team to know. He wouldn't understand.

"What do you mean 'everyone thinks about us?'" Reid stepped back from Morgan, his eyes narrowing.

"Nothing, kid. I just meant-"

"You don't want anyone to think anything less of you," Reid remarked slowly, understanding appearing on his face. His cheekbones became more pronounced as he sucked in his cheeks.

Morgan didn't say anything. His stance changed from inviting to defensive, invisible walls rising up around him.

It was going to be hard to hide anything from a genius like Reid.

Why was this so hard? One second they were all over each other and the next they were like this: aggressive towards each other and fighting over wanting to tell the team.

"So you'd rather the team didn't know you were fucking your Pretty Boy instead of a bunch of women you picked up at a downtown club?"

Morgan raised his eyes, taken aback by Reid swearing. "What? No! It's not like that."

"I'm sure."

Reid shook his head, relief washing over his body from not telling Morgan he loved him.

He turned on his heel and walked through the door of the break room and back into the bullpen.

"Reid, wait!"


Morgan felt as though he were moving through underwater. Despite his mind telling his limbs to move faster after Reid before he blew everything his legs refused to cooperate. He made it past the door of the break room, past Emily, and made a grab at Reid's upper arm, pulling him back.

It seemed like the movements of the rest of the team members slowed down too and blurred as he focused on the shape of Reid in front of him.

"Stop it, man!" Reid broke away from Morgan's strong grasp and whirled around to face him, not caring that they were attracting unwanted attention.

"Don't do this. Not here." Morgan said in a low voice, fear making its way into his tone. God, he couldn't lose Reid. Not when he had finally gotten everything he wanted.

"Oh really? Why not here? That way we can give these girls come peace of mind." Reid glowered at Morgan, gesturing vaguely at the blurry shapes in Morgan's eyes. All he was focused on was holding Reid's hardened gaze.

"Pretty Boy-"

"Don't you know which direction off is?" Reid ground out.

"Why?" Morgan knit his brows together.

"Because it's the general direction in which I'd wish you'd fuck." Reid turned back around on the heel of his converse, making a move to return to his desk but Morgan felt an explosion of anger roar through his body.

"Oh really? You didn't mean to mind the direction I was going in the last time there was fucking involved." Morgan sneered.

Reid stopped at that and an audible gasp flushed through the team members. Out of his peripheral vision, Morgan saw J.J's mouth open slightly and shoot a look at Emily. Garcia gasped.

"Fuck this. Let the team know then," Morgan continued. "Doesn't bother me. Let them know that I'm with Spencer Reid, the great genius of the FBI."

Reid stood in place with his back to Morgan. He didn't know what to say to that at all. He had just been insulted and sort of complicated within a matter of seconds and both sides of his brain were fighting over how to respond to the two different statements.

"I didn't want to do it like this," he felt himself retreating back into his submissive shell. Morgan's temper was a frightening thing and he felt him slipping from his grasp. It felt almost years ago that he lay beneath the older agent, whimpering from pleasure and feeling as though his world was completed.

"Do the other horsemen know you've arrived on Earth safely?" Morgan plucked at the collar of Reid's shirt.

Obviously he wasn't slowing down anytime soon and Reid bit his lip. He watched as the snow from outside fell in heavy flurries down in front of the window. It was practically a blizzard going on.

"I don't know, do you still keep in touch with all the other apes who haven't managed to grow past simple evolution like yourself? I'm surprised they haven't captured you for captivity yet."

"Yeah? I'm surprised they haven't stuck you under a microscope yet and examined you for severe defections."

"Well I'm surprised-"

"Alright that's enough!" Hotch barked, pushing through the crowd that surrounded the two agents. "We get it. You're both surprised. Morgan. Reid. I want to see you both in my office right now."

"Well I think we got our answer…" Emily whispered to Garcia and J.J.

"Yeah, well I didn't think it would end up like this." J.J. shook her head sadly.

Both men looked at each other, sizing each other up. Morgan took a step to follow Hotch, swallowing his pride.

Reid's shoulders dropped and he closed his eyes. He was sure he had lost all chances with the man he loved so much now.

He made a move towards Morgan and that's when the lights went out.

And everything went black.


Sorry it took so long to update! Serious case of writer's block! I know this chapter is not as fun as previous ones but hopefully you guys still liked it! Please review!