A/N OK, here it is! The final chapter of Coming Home! It's bittersweet for me. It's the longest story I've written and I'm sad that its over. I have a few other stories almost ready to go, but wanted to wrap this one up first.

I also want to say thank you to everyone who is reading and follows this story. And to those who have left reviews, big heartfelt thanks! I write because I love the it, and it makes me happy to know that you all are enjoying reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it! So, here goes!

Chapter 11

Home

The two men sat on the couch, not touching, but staring into each others eyes. Morgan was giving Reid time to process everything he'd just said. The older man loved to watch Spencer while he worked things out in his mind. His eyes were so expressive. Derek could see each emotion reflected in those gorgeous honey brown depths, he waited patiently as the genius processed what he said.

"Spencer, before we continue, please let me show you." Derek said, a bit of nervousness in his voice.

"Ok." Came the timid reply.

Morgan stood up first, and reached down to offer his hand to Reid. He was scared, and felt his Pretty Boy would need reassurance. When Spencer reached up and slipped his hand into Derek's, both men felt the connection immediately. The warmth from their joined hands warmed them both, and gave Morgan the confidence he needed to show Spencer their house.

Derek started with the front door, pointing to the basket that housed Reid's famous satchel. "You figured that one out yourself." He said, chuckling. He saw a confused look pass over Reid's face, then understanding followed, and they both smiled. "The antique coat tree is more your style than mine, but when I saw it at a local auction, I couldn't stop myself from bidding on it."

He turned toward the kitchen and pulled the young genius along with him, their hands still intertwined. "The main thing in here that is for you is this," he said, making a sweeping motion with his hand toward the top of the line coffee and cappuccino maker. "But, then I built this to go with it." Right above the coffee maker was a cabinet with a built in bean grinder and sugar dispenser. The shelves were sectioned off to hold at least a dozen different kinds of beans, and it was currently full of Reid's favorites.

Under the cabinet, and behind the coffee maker, were hooks holding many different sized mugs, although most of them were oversized, because everyone knows how much their genius loves his coffee!

Derek also noted that the sliding window that separated the kitchen and outdoor deck was also designed with him in mind. He explained, "I pictured me outside grilling us up some juicy steaks, and you in here, putting together a nice salad for us. I wanted us to still be able to talk, so, yeah, this idea was born."

Derek was starting to get a little self conscious. Was he putting too much of himself out there? So far, Spencer hadn't said a word, and Morgan didn't know what to think. He knew this would be overwhelming, but his best friends silence was starting to freak him out, but he brought him here for a reason, and dammit, he was going to finish what he started.

"The grill was all for me, but the fire pit was for us both. I pictured us sitting out there on a rare night off enjoying some s'mores and each other. Shit, I sound like such a sap." He said, pulling his hand away from Spencer and turning away from the window.

His hands were shaking and he took a couple deep breaths to pull himself together, when he felt arms hesitantly encircle him from behind. Spencer rested his chin on Derek's shoulder and whispered softly in his ear. "Please, continue with the tour." Derek melted into the young mans arms and sighed.

"I was beginning to think I'd lost you." He said quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment.

"I'm right here with you. It-it's just a lot to take in."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I..."

"No, don't apologize. This...it's amazing."

Morgan turned around slowly and slid his arms around around Reid, pulling him in for a bone crushing hug. "Spencer, you have no idea how happy I am right now." He whispered, his breath ghosting over his best friends ear, making him shiver. "This past weekend, when you stopped talking to me, I..." He paused, taking a shaky breath. "I thought you'd found out how I felt about you and were repulsed. I-I thought you hated me."

Morgan felt Reid squeeze him tighter, and nuzzle his neck, before replying. "Oh Derek, I'm so sorry you felt that way. God, I could never hate you. No matter what. You are my best friend. I-I'm really sorry for avoiding you, but when I heard you tell Garcia...and I thought..." He paused, trying to suppress a sob that was forming in his throat. "I lost it, physically and emotionally. I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions and ignored you, but I was so torn up, I just couldn't face you."

Reid's entire confession had been said into Morgan's neck, it when he finished talking, he pulled back to look at Morgan. He wanted the older man to see how serious he was. "When I realized you were avoiding me, and I thought I'd lost you, I-I felt like my world had been turned upside down. I couldn't eat or sleep, and I actually cried! Me...seriously Pretty Boy, you have me tied up in knots."

Spencer's eyes sparkled with Morgan's confession. "It's the same for me, Derek. I fell apart, and I didn't think I'd even be able to see you again. I've never, I mean, those feelings were so foreign, and it scared me how raw I felt. It was during that time that I realized what it all meant."

Morgan thought he knew what Reid was trying to say, but he wanted to hear it. Needed to hear it. "What did it mean?" He asked, just above a whisper.

"Love. The real kind. The forever kind. I realized that I had fallen in love with you." His voice sounded strong, but his eyes showed the vulnerability that he was feeling.

Morgan grinned. "I love you too, Pretty Boy."

Never breaking eye contact, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the young mans lips. Reid's eyes fluttered closed, as he leaned forward into the kiss, not wanting it to end. One kiss led to two, and two to three. Then Reid felt Morgan's lips open, and he followed suit, sliding his tongue out slowly, to run it along Morgan's bottom lip. The older man moaned and plunged his tongue into Reid's mouth, dominating. His hand reached up and wound itself in the soft brown curls, as he continued to map out Reid's mouth with his tongue.

The two men stood wrapped in each others arms, in a full blown make out session, until the need for air became too much. The rested their foreheads together, content to breath each others air. After a moment, Morgan pulled back and smiled. "Come on, Pretty Boy, lets finish the tour."

He took his best friend, and soon to be lovers, hand again, and led him down the hall to the master bedroom. The room was done on browns and blues, and was incredibly masculine, but had a softness to it, as well. The accent wall was painted brown, while the rest were a medium shade of blue. Sitting in the middle of the accent wall was a king size bed, and flanking it, on both sides, were matching built in bookshelves that served as night stands, as well. Across from the bed was a dresser, with a blank wall, until Morgan pressed a button, and a flat screened tv rose up from behind the dresser.

"I figured you'd need places next to the bed for your books and such, so I made functional night stands. And the tv only has to be visible when we want to watch it." Morgan pulled Reid into the master bath and pointed to the oversized jacuzzi tub. "I know how much you like baths, and I wanted something big enough for two." The last comment had Reid blushing all the way to his toes. Morgan just chuckled.

"And last but not least, my favorite room. The room that I go into when I want to feel close to you. The library." He moved his hand in a sweeping motion as they entered the room. One wall was covered in built in bookshelves, from top to bottom, while another had a fireplace with two more built in bookcases flanking it. In front of the fireplace was a plush brown throw rug, and sitting behind the rug were two wing back, brown leather chairs. On the opposite wall from the fireplace was a built in desk, that extended the length of the wall, giving the genius enough room to spread out all his reference books when working on assignments. Above both the fireplace and the desk, hung two vintage world maps.

Morgan didn't feel it was necessary to explain this room. It screamed Reid. So, he stood there, waiting, and watching as the genius took in ever detail. Sure, he had seen the room the previous Thursday, but knowing the room was built with him in mind, gave him a new perspective. Morgan was content to watch Reid process everything, and just waited patiently, watching as his soon to be lovers eyes swept over every aspect of the room.

Suddenly, Morgan was enveloped in a pair of long, gangly arms, and squeezed tight. He held on, enjoying the closeness, until he felt wetness on his neck, and he pulled back, a questioning look in his eyes. His heart was in his throat, and he was worried he had pushed too far, but when he looked into Spencer's tear filled eyes, he saw acceptance and love.

To reassure Morgan, Reid spoke, his voice shaky. "They are tears of joy, I promise. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. I-It's overwhelming, but it's also amazing. When I was here last week, I felt a weird pull to this house. It just felt so comfortable and homey. Now I understand why. You are amazing, Derek. I can't believe you did all of this."

Morgan smiled, his eyes showing the love he too felt. "It's funny, because I didn't even realize I was doing it. Even after it was finished, I still was in denial. It took me talking to Garcia at the party for me to fully grasp what I had done. You wormed your way into my house, just like you did my heart, and with me none the wiser." He chuckled at the look he received. "Seriously Spencer, I love you, and even though I just realized it, the feelings have obviously been there for a long time. That being said, when can you move in?"

Reid's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. He felt as if he was having heart palpitations, but he knew it was just from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Did Morgan really just ask him to move in with him? They haven't even been on a date. Although, they have know each other for years, and he felt as if his world was falling apart when he thought Morgan was in love with Garcia, so really, what was holding him back? Life was too short, and in their line of work, sometimes shorter, as they all found out when they thought Emily had died.

The young agent put both hands on Morgan's cheeks, and brought him in for a mind blowing kiss, hoping to convey everything he was feeling. When he pulled back, they were both panting.

"Damn Pretty Boy, where did you learn to kiss like that?" When Reid opened his mouth to respond, he was cut off. "You know what? I don't want to know. But from now on, I'm the only one you kiss like that. Hell, I'm the only one you kiss at all, got it?" Reid simply nodded.

When Morgan's brain started functioning again, he realized Reid hadn't actually said he'd move in. When the young man pulled back, Morgan gave him a questioning look. "My go bag only has one change of clothes, but if you are free this weekend..."

Morgan was the one to initiate the kiss this time, and as he was pummeling Reid's mouth, he began slowly walking them out of the office and down the hall toward the master bedroom. Reid was so lost in the kiss, he didn't realize they had moved until he felt the back of his knees his something soft. Morgan pulled back then, only to change locations of is mouth and resumed licking, kissing and biting Spencer's neck, causing the young genius make sounds that should be illegal.

"I don't think you'll be needing that go bag for the rest of the night." Morgan said, before pulling off Reid's sweater vest and shirt in one move, and pushing him onto the bed. Spencer was quite the site, laying on the bed, shirtless, propped up on his elbows, lips red and swollen and hair sticking up everywhere. Derek stood there for a moment, taking in the site before him, and was flooded with a sudden feeling of peace. He moved toward the bed, crawling over and covering Spencer's body with his own, and as he leaned down to claim those beautiful lips in a kiss, he whispered, "welcome home, Pretty Boy."