Aurthor's notes: Yeah, the slash is so bloody obvious here, so anyone with a really really bad case of homophobia and have gotten this far, pls pls go away and spare me the pain. Flamers beware, I will use the flames for BBQ and make myself fatter then I already am. The slash is there, although it is also very very little ( to me, that is..)

Morgan woke suddenly and without obvious cause. He stayed very quiet, slowly reaching for the gun he had left by his head. All of a sudden he heard it again, it was a tiny whimper, and then another, and another. It was coming from Reid and it sounded like a nightmare.

He got up from his bed smoothly and padded softly to Reid's bed. A weak light filtered through the windows, and he examined Reid as best he could with the partial illumination. Spencer was wrapped tightly in his blankets and only his head emerged from the cocoon. His face was contorted in fright and Morgan felt his heart ache for Reid. Whatever his nightmare was, it was hurting him.

He sat on the bed and shook Reid's wrapped shoulders lightly. When there was no response, he frowned. He heard another whine from Reid; it must be getting worse. He seemed louder and more pained than when Morgan first heard him. He shook Reid a little harder, but that only seemed to make Reid's whimpers more desparate.

"Reid. Reid, wake up." Morgan rubbed Reid's back as he called out to him. He realized that Reid was shivering, with a deeper frown, he pulled Reid into his arms and held him against his chest. His wide palm made soothing circles on Reid's back as Spencer shuddered and moaned in distress. Suddenly the younger agent's eyes flew open in panic and he started to hyperventilate.

"Reid. Reid. Spencer, listen to me, breathe. Breathe in, breathe out, breath in, breathe out. That's right; you can do this: breathe. Shh baby, I got you, shhh. Just breathe," Morgan babbled as Spencer shivered in his arms. He held him even tighter when he heard the unmistakable sound of sobbing.

Morgan deduced that Spencer was reacting to the incident the night before, and wondered why it had taken so long to set in. Spencer felt warm and comfortable in his arms, but he felt guilty for enjoying the feeling while Spencer was obviously very distressed.

Morgan stared down at Spencer and became concerned when he saw that the doctor's eyes were glazed over. This could mean that even though the eyes were open, Spencer was not really aware or even awake. As he rocked Spencer and rubbed the other man's back, they both relaxed. An hour after his episode, Reid fell asleep on Morgan. Not wanting to move him, Morgan leaned against the headboard and fell asleep holding Spencer.

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The next morning, Morgan woke up with a mildly pressing need to use the toilet. When his brain started working a little better, he realized that he was not the only person in his bed. Wondering which girl it was that he had picked up the night before, he slowly tried to move. Then, the memories crashed into him like a tidal wave. He hadn't picked up some random girl; this was Spencer.

Taking a quick survey of his surroundings, he noted that Spencer was sprawled on top of him, still cocooned in his blankets, and Morgan himself was not wearing anything but his white boxers. He looked down into Spencer's face and felt his heart skip a beat. Spencer was sleeping and his golden brown hair was spilt on Morgan's chest, his ear was pressed onto Morgan's heart. One long fingered hand was clutched to the top of the blankets and dried tear tracks ran down his face.

Compared to the night before, his face was now a study of serenity. Morgan had thought that Spencer was too pretty for a man from the very first moment he had laid eyes on him. Now that they were up close, he decided that it was the truth. Spencer had long eyelashes that brushed softly against his cheeks and Morgan had always had a weak spot for nice eyes.

He ran his eyes over Spencer again, wondering what he was doing all the while. He moved away a few inches, freezing when Spencer's lids flickered a little. When Reid settled down again, Morgan signed in relief. Slowly, he eased himself from beneath Spencer and got off the bed. He padded to the toilet and eased himself, when he was done he showered, while he was there he took care of the hard-on he was sporting from lying under Spencer.

As he jerked off, he tried to picture the various busty babes of his acquaintance, but the image of the wide-eyed Spencer kept intruding on him. When he finally came, it was to the image of Spencer's sleeping face. Cursing himself for even thinking of his very innocent, male colleague in that manner, he went about dressing for the day.

Once he finished, he glanced over at Spencer, he felt his breathe catch. Spencer was sleeping on his front, facing him. The tightly wrapped blankets had loosened and Spencer had one bare arm stretched out above him and a bare shoulder was also bared for him to see. With great difficulty he tore himself from the scene and he all but ran from the room.

As he was waiting for the lift, the realized that he had been thinking of his younger colleague as Spencer instead of Reid, and did Morgan actually call him 'baby?', 'Oh yeah,' he thought to himself, 'I'm screwed.'