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The Lost and the Broken

Chapter 10

"Sweetie if you tuck me in one more time…I'm going to shoot you." Morgan threatened him. "Can you just get out and talk to JJ or go for a convention? I love you but you are driving me crazy."

"Fine" Reid snapped at him as he slammed the door and stomped down the stairs. "You can starve to death. See if I care." He yelled back up. He had just about enough of his boyfriend's caveman attitude. If he didn't want to be taken care of then fine. Just have to take care of his dumb dog. He opened the back door, clicking the collar on the metal and calling for Clooney.

The yellow Lab came flying round the side of the house ears flapping in the wind. If it was possible for a dog to look naughty then this one definitely did. "I don't even want to know what you've been up to but if Mr. Hutchinson's poodle has puppies I will give you up in a heartbeat." Clooney just cocked his head and started to drag him towards the front door. "I'm coming. You are as bossy as your master."

There was a nip in the air and Reid pulled his collar up to shield his ears. He missed having long hair but he didn't want to shield his neck since Morgan couldn't seem to resist his exposed nape. He was constantly brushing his lips against it. Hot sucking kisses usually nuzzled at the base, sucking on the protruding bone then trailed to his ear. The thought of those kisses sent a flash of heat through him and he picked up the pace. He just needed to pick up Cinnamon Rolls for his cranky lover then he'd get back home and coax him out of his terrible mood.

Clooney tugged at his leash almost dislocating his shoulder in the process. They went through this every time he stayed over. Reid hated taking him for walks but he persevered because he knew how much it meant to Derek. Finally their favorite café was in sight, Reid tied Clooney to a post, a firm 'Stay' was uttered and maybe this time he wouldn't come outside and find all the potted plants uprooted with the damned dog grinning at him as if daring him to do something about it. Better be fast with that order just in case.

Andy began to serve up his order the moment he saw him and in that moment he could forgive how he always drooled over Morgan shamelessly, saliva actually pooling at the sides of his mouth, eyelashes batting, like Reid was invisible next to him.

"Spencer."

"James? What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood."

"Right," Reid said checking out the dark blue scrubs. "Isn't St Catherine's on the other side of town?"

"Ok you caught me. You said you love this place and I wandered over here on the off chance that I'd run into you. I didn't want to come by your office and cause more drama with your possessive boyfriend. By the way," He added trying for nonchalance. "Is that still happening?"

"What?"

"The big bad agent thing…"

"Of course it is." Reid replied in haste. He glanced over his shoulder at the offensive barista. "Did Andy say we broke up?"

"I'm not – uh sure who Andy is but you haven't been picking up your phone…"

Reid wrinkled his nose at him. This was awkward. "I'm sorry. We had a case out of town and Derek had some stuff going on so I kind of lost track of everything else. I've heard that happens…" He rushed to reassure his friend. "Couples who've just gotten together tend to focus on each other to the exclusion of everyone else. It's called a honeymoon period. But you - don't – want to hear about that. Are you okay?"

"I lost a couple of patients. It was devastating." James rumbled taking a step into Reid's personal space. "I wanted so badly to see you. You always make me feel better." Reid tried to back up but the giant yanked him into his arms wrapping him tight against his chest and – was he sniffing his hair? He struggled until he was set free and then he took several steps back. Was that snickering? Bloody Andy! If he breathed a word of this to Morgan, he'd kill him.

James stared intently at him then blurted. "Go out with me?"

"Sure just let me pick up my order…" he glared at the pink haired eavesdropping punk behind the counter as he got the paper bag. "…we can stand outside but it's pretty cold."

"That isn't what I meant." James told him just outside the door.

Reid looked around to check on Clooney. The mutt was staring back at him as if in judgement. "I know what you meant. The answer is still no." He said firmly walking down the cobbled path.

"I know I said I was cool with us the way we are but – not having seen you all this time - I can't help how I feel."

"If you want to be friends I can do that but all the flirting has to stop." Reid only got a warning growl before Clooney attacked. Barking ferociously he strained launching several missed attempts trying to get to James luckily the leash held. He'd never seen him act so viciously.

"Cloon, NO! Down!" He was stunned into silence when the dog immediately responded even though he did sit right between the two of them.

James looked pretty shook up. "When did you get a dog?"

"He's Derek's – I mean ours. Derek says he's ours, that the three of us are a family." Reid still stared in shock at what was now definitely his dog too. "I have a family!"

"You're smiling? He almost ripped me to shreds and you're smiling!"

Reid beamed back at him untying the now docile Labrador. "I have to go home now." He rushed off down the street Clooney trotting in step besides him. Genius and dog finally in perfect harmony.

"Derek" He yelled when he shut the door behind him and ripping off his jacket. "Clooney listened. He actually listened to me." Reid climbed the stairs taking two at a time. He had to share the awesome news with his boyfriend. "Morgan?" The bedroom was empty. He followed the noises down the hall to the formerly empty guest room to discover Derek shirtless sawing at panels of wood. "What are you doing out of bed?"

Morgan grinned sheepishly at him. "You have a lot of books. We need shelves."

"You have a cold. Would it kill you to stay in bed and let me help you?"

"You are helping just by standing there and looking pretty."

Reid stormed out of the room pacing in the hall to calm down. God he's stubborn! The door slowly creaked open behind him. "Did you have to tackle the unsub into a snowdrift?" He snapped.

"He was getting away."

"Emily was closer and she had her gun trained on him the entire time. You had to pull your macho crap like you always do."

"I'm sorry, babe. Come here."

Reid shuffled forward snuggling into Morgan's chest. "You'll go back to bed?" He asked in a small voice he knew his love could not resist. He could work his wiles when he needed to.

"Yes."

Reid hid his grin into the muscular neck, breathing in deeply. He remembered his news and immediately blurted it out. "Clooney listened to me." He backed away arms waving in excitement almost tripping over said dog. "I gave him an order and he listened. He almost took James' head off but he respects me now. I am a recognized member of the pack. Isn't that great? Derek?" He turned to find that Morgan had stopped and was frowning at him.

"James?"

Oh Shiiit! "He was at the café. It was nothing." Now run before he realizes you are lying. Reid fled past their bedroom heading for the stairs. "I got you a Chai latte and those rolls you love."

"I want coffee." Morgan called out after him.

"You'll take tea."

Morgan sat up and waited for Reid on their bed. It wasn't official yet but it may just as well have been. Reid spent most nights with him instead of at the tiny apartment on which he was now wasting rent money. Most of his crap was scattered all over the place. As annoying as it was he loved that his pretty boy was obviously comfortable in his home which is why he wanted to ask him to move in with him. The key in his pants burned a hole in his pocket; he'd attached it to a specially ordered keychain that intertwined a D and an S. He was nervous so many unknowns floated through his mind. What if it was too soon? What if he said no? What if the keychain was too much? He didn't even want to consider the fucker James' possible involvement with his genius.

Clooney distracted him when he rubbed a cold wet nose against him before scrambling onto the bed and laying the furry head in Morgan's lap. Dark fingers rubbed behind his ears. "You're a good boy. You deserve a steak dinner. Next time you have my permission to go straight for the jugular."

Down in the kitchen Reid's mind whirled as he set up their breakfast tray. He refused to think about what James had said. He was probably just lonely and had set his sights on the first friendly guy he'd met. It would pass. Out of the corner of his eyes he caught glimpse of a dark blue Mercedes as it rolled down the street, didn't James own one of those?