Oh hey. I'm wearing a sheepish grin as I type this because I know it's been about a week and a half and I know this chapter is short, but my muse was literally sitting on some beach wearing a devilish expression and think 'oh, she'll come up with something'. Well, no, I couldn't. Not without her. But she's back and even though she kind of rolled her eyes and was all 'let's get this over with, yeah?' I think the break did her some good because this chapter is pretty cute. And I swear, my next chapter will be long and really good! I promise!

So here we go!

Chapter Ten:

The noise in the car on the ride back was one of two extremes. When there was silence; it was stifling, awkward. When they were talking, it seemed almost too animated; too exaggerated.

Reid could bet it was because neither of them knew how to act after what had happened in the theatre. Should they discuss the underlying passion that could not be ignored? Or just pass it off as their job, as acting.

Both of them jumped when Reid's phone rang, breaking the round of silence.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hello, mah dear." Garcia chirped. "I got an update for ya."

"Great. What have you got?"

"The camera is definitely a camera, and when I checked further I found that there was no visible microphone on it."

"Could there be an internal one?" Reid bit his lip, hoping not.

"Technically, there could. But this camera wasn't as small as small cameras get and it seemed somewhat low-tech. The possibility of it having a mic is very slim. I also checked the rest of the house and couldn't find anything else, so I can assume that it is, in fact the only camera to be found."

"Oh," Reid frowned. "I didn't even think about the fact he could've put other things around the house. That was careless." Reid rubbed his forehead.

"It's fine, baby boy." Garcia assured. "No harm no foul."

The young agent sighed. "But we should still be cautious? Like, don't say anything in the bedroom?"

"Don't bother being cautious. I am ninety-nine percent sure there is no mic."

"Yeah," Reid frowned. "It's the one percent that has me worried."

"No need for worry, baby. At least not about that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Garcia hesitated. "The camera is on genius boys side of the bed. From that angle it's literally only getting film of him when you two sleep."

"But," Reid furrowed his brow. "Does that mean-?"

"He has a preference." Morgan growled. Reid looked over and saw that his knuckles were white against the steering wheel as he gripped it tighter.

Reid swallowed, hoping the older agent would keep his head level. "Well, we could guess that much seeing as we think he might be gay. It would make sense that he would find one of us attractive. And he's fairly well built so it fits that he would be looking for a submissive partner." Reid brushed his hair behind his ear and turned slightly pink. "Not to mention that my girlish features and feminine figure would probably make him feel less guilty about pining for me, whereas you're distinctly male, so even if he found you attractive he wouldn't act on it."

Morgan swung his head around to look at Reid. "'Girlish features and feminine figure?'" He asked.

"What?" Reid shrugged. "You mean you haven't noticed how big my eyes or how long my legs are?"

Morgan smiled slightly. "Yeah, but I never figured you'd talk about yourself in those describing words."

Reid shrugged, smiling in spite of himself. Then his smiled faded and he yawned widely.

"Oh," Morgan smiled. "It looks like pretty boy's tired."

"Yeah well between you and our guy, I didn't get much sleep last night."

"There are so many things I could say right now." Garcia laughed. "You two boys have a good night, okay?"

"Alright Garcia. Talk to you later."

"Night."

Reid heard the line turn off and it was only a few minutes before he fell asleep with his head against the window.

XXX

"Spencer."

Reid's head was swimming and Morgan's voice sounded far away.

"Spencer."

Reid moved his head slightly to the side an grunted. All too soon and what also felt like ten minutes later, the seat disappeared from underneath him and for a moment he thought he was going to fall through the earth. It occurred to him quickly that the reason this wasn't happening was because Morgan had his arms wrapped around him and was carrying him bridal style into the house.

"Der…" Reid tried talking but his brain was connecting properly, hazed by sleep. He tried again. "Der…k."

He felt more than heard Morgan laugh. "What do you want, pretty boy?"

"Pud… put me… down."

"I'm sorry, what?" Morgan teased.

Reid lifted his head and tired to wipe at his eyes. "I don't need… you to carry me. I have two… legs. 'M good." He mumbled.

"Be quiet and let me carry you." Morgan laughed.

Reid heard the front door being opened though his mind wasn't clear enough to understand how he did it without one of his hands. Reid was vaguely aware as he was carried through the house and was engulfed by the warmth probably coming from the fireplace. He felt himself being lowered onto a squishy and comfortable surface but was immediately aware that it wasn't the bed. Then he felt a hard warm pillow underneath his head.

Reid cracked an eye open and found himself facing the TV on the couch, his cheek resting on Morgan's leg.

"Why aren't we in bed?" He asked groggily.

"Well, I'm not tired, so I'm going to watch a movie and you're tired, so I'm letting you lay on me."

"But why not put me in bed?"

"Because I don't want that guy staring at you on his camera or through the window when I'm not there with you."

Reid thought about it for a moment and then shuddered before nodding in agreement. He didn't want that either.

He watched as Morgan flipped on the TV and found a channel with an old 50's movie that Reid already knew all the lines too. A moment came when the two main characters were in the heat of a moment when Reid could help himself.

"'I always knew this day would come.'" He quoted and felt Morgan's eyes turn to him. "'You can't walk away from me now can you? You can't leave me here.'" He whispered in time with the woman.

Reid could still feel Morgan's eyes on him but continued to recite.

"'Why should I stay? What do you have for me?'" The man said angrily and Reid followed along.

"'What about the baby?'" Reid felt Morgan nudge him and Reid immediately clamped his mouth shut, thinking the older agent wanted him to shut up.

"Sorry,"

"No, no, nothing to be sorry for, I just wondered how you know this?"

Reid furrowed his brow. "I think I saw this with my mom one late night. It was before my dad left and we still had enough money for a television."

"And you just happen to remember the lines. I mean, I know you have an eidetic memory and all but I didn't know it was that dependable."

Reid shrugged. "This scene made my mom cry. I remember it so well because I hated when she cried. I always felt like it was my fault." He gave a self deprecating laugh. "I know that's ridiculous, but that's just what my conscience made me feel." He frowned. "When the movie was over, she looked at me with tears in my eyes and said that she had only ever seen this movie once before when she was pregnant with me." Reid turned so he was facing up towards Morgan and he looked him in the eye. "In the end of the movie, the man still ends up leaving. At first the girl is broken, but she learns to be stronger. She learns that love may not always be found in the most obvious of ways, but in your own backyard. She raises the baby all by herself."

Morgan was silent for a moment, just staring at Spencer. "It sounds like your parents."

Reid shrugged. "Not particularly. I mean, not with all of those types of love stories. But it does beg the question if my mom knew their relationship was going downhill and if it really was my fault."

"It wasn't."

"You don't know that. And nor do I."

Morgan sat and watched Reid for about fifteen seconds before he leaned slowly over and pressed his lips to the younger mans in a soft innocent type of way that literally made Reid's eyes well up.

When the older agent pulled away he licked his lips but kept his face close. "Sorry," He murmured.

"Don't be," Reid whispered back and then gently swiped at his eyes to make sure the tears hadn't fallen.

"It just seemed like the best way to comfort you." Morgan said softly.

Reid nodded. "It did,"

Morgan nodded too, mirroring the younger's actions. "It wasn't your fault, Spencer. No matter what your brain has conjured up."

Reid turned his face away and closed his eyes, feeling the tears fall. After a moment he felt the soft pad of Morgan's thumb wiping them away softly.

Reid swallowed the lump in his throat, making a gulping noise.

"Thanks," he murmured.

Morgan nodded and gave a small encouraging smile.

"Let's go to bed, pretty boy."

Thanks again for the freakin amazing support! I'm nearing three hundred reviews and I think I'm hallucinating :P well, I'm not, but it's overwhelming in a good way :)

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Big ol' giant thanks to my girl Blue McLain! Love you for finding this! (and just in general :D) The fic is called 'How We Survive' by Zoi no miko on but if you just type the title and author into google or yahoo or whatever, it'll come up. I suggest you read it because it's extremely well done and gripping.

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