Ha

Ha. I shocked you guys with the end of that last one. Precisely what I wanted. Although, if you were both shocked and not shocked by it (to quote one of my best reviewers), that's fine.

Also, I'm glad you didn't begin to plot my death, ReidsLuvr93. Hope this update was quick enough for ya!

This is intended to be humorous. Bombs away!

Morgan's POV

Ah, Monday. Another beautifully gruesome day at the BAU. Damn, I love my job.

"Hey gorgeous," Garcia winks at me as I come in, "Lookin' fly today.'

"Fly? That's a new one," I laugh, "What, you been bar-hopping or something?"

"Not without you," she flirts right back at me, "Thought I'd try something new."

I go to make my coffee and something feels out of place. Looking to my right, I realize Reid isn't there dumping in his usual six cups of sugar to 'wake him up.' Hmm. Perhaps I'm a little later than usual.

I say hello to JJ and Emily. Then Hotch and Gideon. No sign of Reid.

Hotch waves us over and says, "Five minutes."

Five minutes meaning 'right now.' I can decode the guy. Well, sort of.

The group of us head into the investigation room and sit down, chattering lightly about the case, our weekends, and other stuff. I look around as the door closes and still I don't see him. Something is up. Dr. Spencer Reid is never late. Ever.

Hotch speaks up, "Anyone seen Reid?"

Gideon shrugs, "JJ?"

"Why you asking me?" JJ says with a smirk.

"Sorry I'm late!"

I raise my eyebrows as Reid suddenly bursts in, looking like an absolute mess. Well, aside from his usual messiness. The dark eye circles are there, but not as prominent. A coffee stain runs on his dark blue sweater, probably from the wet cup he places on the table. His messenger back is open, with various papers falling everywhere, some even in the doorway. But what I notice most is his hair.

It's…different.

Garcia follows him, "Easy, tiger."

"Morning Garcia," Reid says hastily, "Did I miss anything?"

"Not really, just getting started," Hotch says, sounding irritated, "Got the files?"

"Yeah, I do," Reid sets some paper down on the table, rummaging through his messenger bag, "Somewhere…"

Hotch, JJ and the others begin to gather around the evidence board and talk. Perfect opportunity.

I wave Garcia over, "Penelope. Look at his hair."

Garcia kneels down to be at my ear level, "What about it?"

We pause. Her eyes grow wide, "Oh. Oh. OH!"

Reid sees we're looking at him, "What?"

"Nice hair." Garcia says, crossing her arms.

Reid smoothes it back, but it still stands straight up, "Yeah, I overslept."

"Overslept? You? Reid, you're usually here an hour earlier than the rest of us." I say.

"Yeah, well, this time I just did, alright?" Reid continues to search, attempting to ignore us.

"Spencer, sweetie," Garcia puts a hand on his shoulder, "Don't think we don't notice your 'sex hair.'"

Reid's cheeks flush red, "My what?!"

"Please, it's so obvious," I begin to laugh hysterically, "Come on, tell us what happened. Where was it?"

"I didn't," Reid snaps, "Ok?"

"Yeah, we don't believe you," Garcia pokes him, "Come on, come on…"

"I took a shower and went to bed with my hair wet, and I woke up late and didn't have time to fix it," Reid says heatedly, "There, happy?"

"You guys took it to the shower?" Garcia claps her hands, "Baby, you're a frisky one!"

"NO!"

"Showers aren't bad," I add, "And I'm guessing you guys finished off in bed. That's why you fell asleep there."

"AND he slept late!" Garcia giggles, "Damn, must've been good!"

"Shower and bed," I shake my head, "Gotta hand it to you, man."

"IT WASN'T THE SHOWER, IT WAS THE BATHTUB, OK?!"

"Ahem."

We turned to see Hotch standing there with his arms crossed, "May we begin?"

Reid's face is now completely tomato red as he places his files on the table, "Um, yeah."

Garcia whispers, "My god. Spence finally slept with someone."

"Yeah," I reply with a smile, "Hell's gonna freeze over."