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This is part two of Virgin!. I am keeping the story together because so many of you are already following so it is easier than making you get attached to a different title.

Virgin! Two: One Angel, Slightly Used

Chapter 21

Reid checked out his reflection in the BAU bathroom mirror. He nodded in approval. He had to admit that he looked pretty dapper in the custom made tuxedo with his hair slicked back. He tugged at the silk bowtie, pulling end on end fastening it into a tight bow. The bow held firm for a bit before collapsing, the two wrinkly ends dangling from a tangled knot. He huffed in frustration ripping it from his neck.

Alex was waiting for him at the Homes for the Homeless fundraiser downtown. After the delay in Tampa they'd arrived much later than Reid had planned for thus the rushed dressing up in the bathroom. The tux had been a gift from Alex who had correctly deduced that Reid had nothing formal in his closet. He'd certainly not anticipated the amount of black tie affairs he'd have to attend as part of a couple. He tried the tie again swearing when it fell apart. It was for a good cause he reminded himself trying to contain his rage.

The clock on Reid's cellphone showed he was going to be late again. More disappointed than mad, Alex would give him the look; brow furrowed, lips pursed like a parent with a recalcitrant child. Reid hated that look but he loved that Alex could never stay mad at him. He picked up the tie and strode out the bathroom. It was late but since they'd just come back from a case maybe Morgan would help – he faltered and stopped mid stride - not Morgan. That was the one habit he'd had trouble shaking. The desire to seek Morgan out everyday with the tiniest of excuses was a constant struggle.

Reid rushed back into the bullpen hoping to catch someone that would help probably one of the older male agents. After their more successful cases like this one had been, Hotch and Rossi usually holed up in Hotch's office and had a drink. He zigzagged through the maze of desks hoping he was in luck.

"Reid?" He turned to face Emily when she called his name. "Your cab is here."

"Thank you." He said brushing past her.

"Get back here." Prentiss called. "Let me get a good look at you." The elongated O's in good were a cause for worry.

Reid could hear the distinct clip clop of Garcia's heels coming down the hall. He had to get out of here before she pinched his cheeks and made a salacious remark. At the long suggestive whistle his shoulders slumped. It was too late; she'd already seen him. He plodded back to the two women, twirling for their enjoyment as they hooted and catcalled.

"I do declare Doctor Reid, you are my hero." Emily used her Southern accent and pretended to swoon.

"Don't you mean Reid, Spencer Reid?" Garcia grabbed his label. "In the right light he could be a superhot British spy. I don't know any doctors that look this hot in a tuxedo."

"They are all the same in the dark."

"Help me!" Reid mouthed at JJ but she only chuckled dodging his outstretched arm. He jumped when one of them pinched his left cheek, not the one on his face. Shocked Reid tore out of their teasing grasp dancing away.

"Stay back." He threatened sweeping a stapler off a nearby desk to hold them off. "Can any of you help me with this before you grope me?" He held up the black silk bow tie.

"I have some ideas, Junior G-man." Garcia baited.

"I bet you do." Emily cackled next to her.

"I can do it." Reid stiffened at Morgan's deep voice, hair lifting on his arms. His panicked brown eyes met JJ's begging her to intervene. She merely shrugged and left. In disbelief he turned to face the source. Morgan leaned on the railing above staring down at him. Reid met his earnest gaze and blushed.

Since they broke up they hardly ever spoke, not about anything personal anyway. Somehow the news of their affair had spread like wildfire through their small group. Probably out of pity or love or the desire to keep the team from splintering the rest had become adept at forming a barrier between them. It was as if they were on a date with a constant rotation of chaperones. There was no opportunity for a conversation alone as they were constantly interrupted by well meaning friends much to Reid's relief. If they were short on hotel rooms JJ and Reid shared while Prentiss crashed with Morgan. It wasn't a perfect plan; there were still moments when it was awkward as hell but six months after their disastrous end they still limped on somehow. Neither of them wanted to leave the BAU so they made it work.

"I sure know how to clear a room." Morgan smiled as he came down the stairs.

Reid glanced back to find the bullpen completely empty. Prentiss and Garcia were heading out the door still laughing. "Traitors" He muttered under his breath. He turned stumbling back when he found Morgan right in from of him. This was closer than he'd been in months.

"It's okay." He excused. Morgan touching him even innocently would be a mistake. "My cab is late… I mean my cab is here. I am late. I'll just have Al-ex do it."

"Mr. Perfect to the rescue." Morgan sneered before catching himself. "Sorry that was uncalled for. Believe it or not, that was me trying not to be a dick."

Reid smiled faintly at his hangdog expression. "We just haven't hang out in a while. Our rhythms –" The inappropriate word hang out there bringing to mind a rhythm of a different kind. Reid flushed. "- are off." Power through. "Maybe we could have dinner sometime? Catch up." He offered insincerely hoping Morgan wouldn't take him up on it.

"That would be nice."

Crap.

"I'm gonna go." Reid shuffled backward. He turned slamming his knee into the side of a solid wood desk. Wincing he swallowed the yell of pain and struggled not to limp on his way out.

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Reid pressed a kiss between Alex's shoulder blades before rolling to his feet. He felt incredible refreshed despite the late night and he walked over to the large windows and pulled open the heavy cream curtains chuckling when Alex grumbled and pulled the pillow over his head. Light and fresh air streamed into the stuffy room as he leaned out onto the sill letting the early morning rays hit his face. In a matter of months Sunday had become Reid's favorite day.

He always stayed over at Alex's on Saturday night. The big country house in the suburbs was incredibly rustic and homey despite the high ceiling and modern appliances. It sat on several acres ensuring plenty of privacy; the neighbors were a distance away in their own mansions with their own lives. He breathed in deeply one more time before starting his routine.

The routine had fallen into place by accident the first Sunday he'd stayed over. He'd woken before his lover, brushed his teeth and made them both breakfast following JJ's recipe to the letter. The last time he'd cooked for Morgan it had been a disaster so he was extra careful this time. It had been important that they start out just right. As ridiculous as it was to blame the fiasco of his relationship with Morgan on a botched meal he couldn't help himself. Maybe it had been a sign of some sort.

Alex had come down while he cooked, helping Reid finish up. They'd fed each other, after which they showered together and spent the rest of the morning on the porch swing. Alex read the paper and Reid watched him read while they swung lazily back and forth. They took a drive into town for lunch strolling hand in hand through the streets afterwards. Reid pretending to pay attention while his lover told him the history of each building. Really his only focus was on Alex's warm hand holding his. The rest of the day was a pleasant blur. By the time they'd fallen into bed late that night, Reid realized that he'd had a perfect day – no fuss, no drama - and he sought to recreate it every Sunday after that.

This particular morning Reid flew down the stairs in his boxers and white vest humming as he went. He was excited to try out the new recipe he gotten off the Internet, the fresh ingredients would be delivered any second. The clang of a dropped pan stopped him in his tracks on the bottom step. Someone was in the house. It was not Alex who was still an immovable lump in their bed upstairs.

Sneaking back up the stairs then bursting into their room, Reid locked the door behind him and shook Alex awake.

"You have a break in."

"What?" Alex sat up squinting at him.

"Burglars, thieves, robbers…" He clarified. "3,600,000 home invasions occurred in the United States annually between 1994 and 2000." Reid said diving into the closet to find his overnight bag.

"Wait" Alex yelled. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting my gun." Reid hissed back. "Keep your voice down."

"Stop" Alex grabbed him as he run past gun waving in the air. He flipped him onto his back on the bed rolling on top of Reid.

"What?"

"Sweetie, I love you but we are going to have a problem if you shoot my parents."

"Your parents?" Reid squeaked. "What…why?"

"They wanna meet you."

Reid recoiled. Meeting the parents reeked of permanence. Not to mention that fact that it was soon, so very soon. He'd met Alex's sister Kara over Skype but that wasn't the same. Plus he was a little resentful of them for interfering with his routine.

"I can tell by the absolute terror on your face that you'd rather not meet them."

"This is a little sudden."

"I told you they were coming two weeks ago, then 3 days ago."

"I thought you were just sharing information."

"I meant that I wanted you to meet. How did you not get that? That's irrelevant." He huffed. "They are here now and I want you to meet them."

"Both of them?"

"No just one. You can meet the other one at Thanksgiving." Alex mocked. "Yes of course both of them."

"But I – I –" Reid spluttered searching for excuses.

"Need time." They finished in unison. It was a huge commitment Reid didn't know if he was ready.

"You don't have to worry they already love you."

"How can they?" Reid scoffed. "They don't even know me."

"They know that I love you that's all they care about."

Reid wriggled out from under his lover and sat at the edge of the bed laying his off duty weapon on the bedside table. His mind grappled with the explosive news. He couldn't meet Alex's parents he wouldn't know what to say or do, he'd never met anyone's parents before but then he'd never had a boyfriend before but he knew that it was a big deal. A huge step forward. He didn't know if he was ready for so much even as he secretly berated himself for his cowardice. This is exactly what he had wanted, to belong with someone and that meant family and friends and colleagues. The more he thought about it the more panicked he got.

Alex sat next to him rubbing his back in soothing circles. "It's okay." He reassured "You don't have to meet them right now. They fly out next Friday so we have some time."

"Thank you." Grateful for the reprieve Reid showered him with kisses before rushing off to find the rest of his clothes. "Can you distract them while I sneak out?" He called over his shoulder.

"Anything for you."

Reid was so intent on his escape that he missed his boyfriend's sad reply.