I am soooooo sorry for keeping you waiting. So many things happened at once. First Max decided to leave me and disappear for a long time-

Max: Rogue, I said I was sorry.

Me: Whatever you're not sorry. Anyway then I got writer's block BAD! And then of course my mother decided we we're gonna rearrange furniture. *sigh* I can go on and on but I think you guys just wanna read the chapter huh?

Max: Duh!

Me: Shut up, Max I'm mad at you.

Max: I'll make it up to you next chapter I promise.

Me: You better. Anyway enjoy!

Chapter 37

Reid sat on the jet across from Hotch and tried not to seem nervous. He hadn't done a custodial in a long time and on his first one he had to interview an unsub who raped ten women. Hotch looked over at him and knew that he was nervous but didn't have any words of comfort him.

It took them roughly around 4 hours to get to Michigan and another hour to drive to the police station where they received an escort to prison where they were holding Ervin Michaels. Even though Reid had the file memorized, he read through it just to give him something to do and so it didn't seem that he was so nervous. As they neared the prison, Hotch placed a hand on Reid's shoulder.

"You're gonna be fine. Just remember not to get too worked up for your sake as well as your son's."

Reid nodded and turned to look out the window as they neared the prison. They were greeted by the warden who asked them to remove their cell phones, any valuables and of course their weapons. He then led them into the interrogation room where Ervin Michaels sat cuffed to the table.

"Agent Hotchner and Dr. Reid. Come to see if I'm fit to be back in society?"

Hotch fixed Michaels with his signature stare and frown, "Trust me Michaels, you'll never be set free."

Hotch and Reid sat across from Ervin and Reid fidgeted at the intense stare that Ervin gave him.

"You know, I never fucked a guy, but if I did, you'd be my first choice," Ervin laughed.

Reid cleared his throat and tried to act like that statement didn't affect him, "Let's start with your birthday. You were born August 23, 1970, correct?"

"What does my birthdate have to do with anything?"

"Uh, we try to learn as much as we can about the…uh…"

"Criminal," Hotch said. "Helps up get in their head."

"Right," Reid said nodding his head.

Back at the BAU Morgan headed into Garcia's office. She smiled looking up at him.

"What can I do for you, my chocolate Adonis?"

"I need you to find out if Frank is really dead. Can you do that for me?"

"Hot stuff, I can do anything you like. Just give me a few minutes."

Garcia turned in her chair and began typing furiously on the keyboard. Morgan put his hand in his pocket as he thought about calling Reid.

"He'll be fine, you know."

Morgan sighed, "I know, but that can't stop me from worrying."

"Of course not," Garcia said and turned after a few minutes. "According to all records, Frank is dead. They even show where he's buried. Of course that was after he got picked up off the streets."

Morgan frowned, "Who had him buried?"

"Drolls."

"Then why the hell did he say that Frank wasn't dead?"

Garcia shrugged, "Maybe the poor bastard doesn't want to accept that his son is dead."

Ervin chuckled, "You wanna know about me? My parents could care less about me. My mother was a drug addict who never paid attention to anyone. My dad, he'd bring different women in the house every night and fuck their brains out. I would hear them in my room and the thing that bothered me? My mother didn't even seem to notice or care."

"And when you turned fifteen, your dad had you help him?" Reid asked clearly uncomfortable and placed a hand on his belly.

Ervin nodded, "Yup and not all of them were consensual. But I loved it."

"You enjoyed hearing them scream," Hotch glared. "You enjoyed the feel of power."

"Of course. I loved it. Having all those women at my mercy? There wasn't anything better. But you know what was better? The power I felt when I slit their throats after I fucked them. That gave me the biggest power rush ever."

Reid shuddered. He wanted to go home. He didn't want to be around this guy who got his kicks from raping women and then killing.

"Garcia, where is Drolls now?"

Garcia typed a few choice commands and then turned to her friend, "He's been staying in the house next door to yours. Seems like he's been watching Reid."

Morgan stalked off and started to head out of the bullpen when he was stopped by Prentiss.

"Hey Morgan, where you headed?"

"To pick up an asshole."

"I'll help and you can explain everything on the way."

"Sounds good."

Reid gasped lightly as his son kicked him and it made him want to be home with Morgan and start going through baby names for their son. Suddenly without warning and quicker than either Reid or Hotch could comprehend Ervin launched himself across the table and tried to grab Reid. Reid squeaked and backed up. Hotch leaped up and grabbed Ervin by the collar and proceeded to throw him back. There was pandemonium everywhere. Ervin tried to reach for Reid, Reid kept backing up and Hotch tried to push Ervin back. Ervin moved in a way that caused Hotch to slam into the wall.

"I'm gonna make you mine, bitch!" Ervin screamed.

Reid didn't know what caused Ervin to get loose as well as try to reach for him but he backed himself into a corner by the time someone on the outside heard the noise and came to investigate. The officer managed to pull Hotch and Ervin apart and re-cuffed him and took him out of the room. Hotch walked over to Reid and bent down.

"You okay, Reid?"

"Can we leave now?" Reid asked in a small voice."

Hotch nodded and helped Reid to his feet.

3 hours later Reid and Hotch made their way back into the BAU. Reid immediately searched for Morgan and didn't see him anywhere and figured he must've went home. He went over to his desk as Hotch headed into his office to fill out the paper work and Prentiss smiled.

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"Where's Morgan?" Reid asked avoiding the question.

Prentiss frowned but didn't comment, "He's in Garcia's office. She's asking him for apartment advice."

Reid nodded and headed to Garcia's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Garcia's voice rang out and Reid opened the door.

He found Garcia and Morgan looking at pictures of different apartment buildings. He hesitantly walked in and put his hand on Morgan's shoulder. Morgan turned and his face broke out into a grin.

"Hey, pret-" Reid didn't give him a chance to finish as he crushed their mouths together.

When Reid finally pulled back they both panted lightly, "Wow, nice to see you too, pretty boy. How'd it go?"

"Take me home?" Reid asked in a small voice. "I wanna go home."

Morgan frowned but nodded, "Sure, baby, c'mon."

Morgan stood from the chair and turned to Garcia before they left the office, "We can do some checking tomorrow."

Garcia nodded as they left her office. Morgan went to his desk and began gathering his things. Hotch emerged from the office and looked toward them as he came down the stairs.

"You boys are heading out?"

Reid nodded and Morgan shrugged.

"Okay, well I guess I'll see you two tomorrow," Hotch replied heading for the break room.

Morgan frowned for a minute and then looked at Reid, "Hang on a sec, baby, I'll be right back."

"Derek, I wanna go home," Reid whined. Morgan sighed.

"I know, baby, and I'm gonna take you home, I promise. Just give me one second okay?"

Reid nodded. Morgan kissed his cheek and headed toward the break room where Hotch was pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Hotch."

Hotch turned to face Morgan, "Yeah?"

"What happened? How'd it go?"

"As you would expect it would and nothing really happened, just some comments made Reid uncomfortable, that's all, but that nothing unusual."

Morgan nodded and headed back to where Reid was waiting with his bag, "Come on baby, let's go."

Reid followed Morgan to the car and silently got into the passenger seat and put on his seat belt. The entire ride home, Reid refused to speak and that worried Morgan.

When they finally got in the house and Derek locked the door and set the alarm he turned to Spencer to find out what had happened when he was met by Spencer's mouth. Derek moaned in the back of his throat as he pushed Spencer against the wall and deepened the kiss.

"Derek, please," Spencer whined.

"Please, what, baby?"

"Fuck me."

Derek pulled back and looked at Spencer. It wasn't a "I'm horny so fuck me" look. This was something else. It was an "I need to feel you so fuck me" look. Derek shook his head and led Spencer to the couch where Clooney was dozing. Derek pushed Clooney off the couch and sat down. Clooney gave his master a glare and then went back to sleep.

"Spence, what happened?"

"Derek," Spencer whined. Derek shook his head.

"No. Tell me what happened."

"He just creeped me out especially when he talked about how and why he raped those women and why he killed them. And then somehow he got out of his cuffs and tried to come after me. Hotch tried to get him away from me."

"Did he touch you, baby?"

Spencer shook his head, "No."

Derek nodded. Spencer sighed, "Derek, please make love to me."

Derek nodded again and he led Spencer to their bedroom where he made love to him all night long.

TBC...