Derek Morgan

"There's been another murder, three men this time," Kent came into the conference room where everyone else was working. Emily and Rossi were still at Richard's house.

"Let's go," Hotch stood and we allowed followed suit, piling into SUVs and heading down to the area.

"Where were they found this time?" Reid asked.

"They were found at a bench in front of the local mall," Hotch answered. "JJ call Emily and ask them to wrap it up, clearly he couldn't have done it," JJ nodded and called, informing then.

"So he crossed gender boundaries so this unsub doesn't have a preference. His MO is only related to creating the doll-like figure out of humans," I thought out loud. "Why?"

"What if the unsub is a woman? The crimes are highly organized and clean which usually abide by female unsubs and not to mention the desire to create Barbies out of humans," Reid suggested.

"That would make sense. What man would want to create Barbies? They would more likely go for porcelain dolls if at all," I stated.

"Unless he's perhaps heterosexual and was interested in them as a child," JJ pointed out.

"What is the likeliness of that?"

"Statistically, very low," Reid offered but once more didn't elaborate which I knew turned everyone off when they turned to look at him. He was blatantly staring out the window, his face resting on his fist.

"You okay?" JJ squeezed his shoulder affectionately which made me cringe slightly. What the hell was that? Okay, something was seriously wrong with me.

After delivering the profile, it didn't take too long to find the unsub. She was a 40-year-old woman, early retired orthopedic with relapse issues that made her go back to when she was young. Her psychosis made her view humans as dolls in which she could dress up and fix to her liking. I kinda felt bad for arresting her because she didn't even know she was doing it. It was a borderline multiple personality disorder issue but her diagnosis didn't fit with that theory.

The entire jet ride home, Reid pretended to be asleep and ignore me. I was tired of it and I didn't plan on letting him go home without having a conversation about the entirety of the situation.

Spencer Reid

I couldn't wait to go home and sulk. Maybe drown in my library for good measure. As soon as we arrived back at Quantico, I retrieved the wet bag of clothing that unfortunately stunk of mildew and thought it was best to just toss them, I would get new ones later.

I walked into the bathroom, tossing the bag in the trash can. Because of how late it was, the building was empty aside from the rest of the team. Stepping towards the sink, I opened the tab and washed my face. I jumped abruptly when the bathroom door shut. I turned and watched as Morgan folded his arms over his chest, a dominating looking on his face, his jaw set tightly.

Jesus what I would let him do to me. Damn it, Spencer. Get a grip.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We're not leaving until we talk," he deadpanned.

"Talk about what?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "That I made you uncomfortable a few days ago? That you probably want nothing to do with me? Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate or try anything. I know that you're straight and you like women and I understand that I do-"

"Reid what are trying to get at?" he cut me off, waving an arm to slow me down.

"That I wanted to kiss you and you didn't. That I have feelings for you and you don't. I know-" he cut me off again.

"What makes you say that?" he smirked and I frowned.

"W-what?" I gulped. Wait, crap. I admitted my feelings for him.

"I'm not saying I'm gay, but I am saying that I have feelings for you too," he shrugged. "Look, I don't know how this even works but I do know that I definitely feel something for you. For how long I don't know," I stood there, completely speechless for the first time.

"Actually, you can tell when you like someone when-" I began to blabber out of nervousness after a few minutes of silence but he cut me off. He lurched forward, pressing his lips to my own. I stood there, completely shocked. He moved his lips but I stood frozen and so he pulled away.

"Reid, I um, I'm sorry I just-" he started but I finally snapped back in and realized that this was reality.

"Shut up, Morgan," I sighed, throwing my arms around his broad shoulders, pressing my lips to his. I felt his smile and his strong arms coming to wrap around my body, pulling me closer to his. Our lips moved in sync and I had never felt this way in my life. It felt as if fireworks were going off in my stomach and bouncing around the walls. My skin felt like it was on fire but in a good way, my lips tingled with every sensation his lips gave my own.

"God, Reid," he sighed as he pressed his forehead against my own as we pulled away to breathe. There was no sense of time when his lips were on mine and I wasn't sure how long we had been kissing without a break to breathe. I didn't say anything, I just attempted to suppress a goofy grin from appearing on my face. It didn't work very well as a small smile managed to weasel its way onto my now swollen lips.

"Hey, guys! You okay? You've been in there for a while," we heard Emily's voice from the outside. We both pulled away immediately, clearing our throats and I went to pretend and wash my hands as Emily poked her head through the door.

"What if our junk was hanging out in the open?" Morgan raised his eyebrows.

"Please," she scoffed, waving her hand, "If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw you guys a dollar," she smirked. I blushed and continued washing my hands.

"Are you offering to take part in my private service?" Morgan chuckled and Emily shook her head.

"Hotch wants everyone to go home. Says we all need the rest," she told us before leaving and shutting the door.

"That was close," I muttered, bracing myself on the edges of the sink.

"Relax, Pretty Boy. Everything is fine, now let's get you home," he said as he straightened up, pulling the door open.

"I can take a cab home," I said, taking a step out the door.

"Nu-uh, we ain't playing this game, kid. I'm taking you home," he said sternly, grabbing the back of my collar to stop me, pulling me back to face him. I bit down on my lower lip, nodding my head in agreement. I didn't think to argue when he spoke in that tone.

"Okay," he smiled.

"Good."

We walked out of the men's room and grabbed our to-go bags, heading down so that Morgan could drive me home.

"Why didn't you want to talk to me?" he asked as he left the parking spot and got onto the street.

"I didn't want to hear a rejection in the middle of the case. I wouldn't have been able to focus," I answered truthfully.

"And the short answers? You didn't elaborate once on your facts like you normally do once you figure them out. They were short," he pointed out.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess I just wasn't feeling my best."

"Pretty boy, why would you think I'd do that to you?" he asked with genuine concern.

"All the time I've known you, I have not ever once seen you be attracted to a male. How was I supposed to know any different? I knew you to be a ladies man, I was afraid of the heartbreak I would have received," I looked down at my fingers. Morgan stayed quiet for a while, as if not knowing how to respond to that.

"I'd never hurt you, Reid. You know that," he turned to look at me for a few seconds before looking back ahead.

"I know but even if you didn't mean too. If you had rejected me then I-"

"But I didn't so don't worry about that anymore, okay?" he asked, stopping at a red light and turning his face fully to look at me. I nodded and shrunk a little underneath his intense gaze. "Come on, I wanna hear you say it," he pressed.

"I won't worry about it anymore," I verbally assured him.

"That's my Pretty Boy," he smiled, pressing on the gas pedal as the light turned green again. Even though that had been a reoccurring nickname for years, whenever he said it, it still made me blush and smile. We sat in comfortable silence, the only sounds coming from the soft roar of the engine and low music playing out of the speakers.

"See you tomorrow, Reid," Morgan smiled at me as he stopped in front of my apartment complex. "Sleep well."

"You too, Morgan, thank you for bringing me home," I replied, slipping out of my seatbelt and opening the door, turning my body to step out.

"Nuh, come here," he stopped me, grabbing the sleeve of my sweater and pulling me back.

"What happened?" I asked, confused. He only smiled lightly before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. My cheeks flushed hotly and I couldn't help but smile as soon as he pulled away.

"Goodnight, Reid," he smirked as I shut the door and stood there for a few seconds, watching him pull away onto the streets. My hand traveled subconsciously towards my lips, touching them as they tingled from its previous touch. Was this real?

I smiled idiotically as I walked up to my apartment, shutting the door and dropping face down onto the couch. I felt as if I was in a sort of trance and I did not want to snap out it. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

i have no idea where this story is going yet so bare with me haha. i do have a lot written in advance so im sort of at a crossroads but i know that it's going to be good :)

stay sweet x