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AN: Okay, so there have been tons of different ideas of what I should do with this chapter, so I went with what I thought was best and what I thought might be a shocker. So, I hope everyone enjoys it. Also, those who do not like this ending, I can always write an alternate ending and put it up too. So, as always, please e&r (enjoy and review).

Morgan stared up at the ceiling in the dark, his hands behind his head. His clothes were strewn somewhere around the room, he just needed to find them when he got up. This was not as fun as he had hoped- this bouncing back he was trying to do. He had missed Reid as soon as he left him. And yet, he knew that he would just get bored again. Morgan was not one for relationships. That was why after three months he started back up with his own ways: booze, clubbing, and one-night stands. Although, after Reid, they just were not as fun as they used to be.

Morgan still loved Reid. He just got bored.

And he hated feeling tied down to one person.

But God, how he loved Reid.

Morgan rolled out of bed, trying not to wake Mackenzie, who was snoring just a little bit. Grabbing his boxers off the floor, he pulled them on. It took him about five minutes to find his clothes in the dark. Even then, he was not sure if he got his shirt on right or not. It could be backwards or inside out.

Morgan quietly opened the door to the hotel room and snuck out. There was something boring about this too- maybe because he had done it so many times. He realized though, in an epiphany, that he really missed Reid. No, not Reid, Spencer, his Spencer. It had been a year, but Reid had never been one for relationships. Of course, neither had he, which was why he dumped Spencer in the first place. Commitment scared him, and after telling Spencer 'no' he was not about to go running back after the first three months. But it had been a year, and those people Morgan had slept with really did not mean anything to him.

Morgan moved down the hallway at five in the morning. Spencer should be up by now, Morgan reasoned. The genius always went to be early and woke up early. So that was where Morgan would go. Hopefully Spencer would take him back. All this time Spencer was still his Spencer, and no one else's. That was how Morgan thought of it.

His Spencer.

Morgan climbed in his car and started driving. He hit red light after red light and it seemed like forever until he eventually got to Spencer's apartment complex. It felt like forever as he shut the car door, locked the car, got to the elevator, and got to level five where he got out. It felt like forever. And the anticipation was killing him. Finally he got to Reid's door- apartment 562. Its white door was taunting, and Morgan was half tempted to leave, but he knew that would not solve how he felt.

It had been a year, and things had never been the same. Everything felt boring, or like he was watching events happen while being in a little glass box- unable interact- unable to feel. He regretted breaking up with Spencer, simply because it was bored. It truly was nothing Spencer did. It was just Morgan, and the way relationships were again. But he would not let that happen ever again. No, Spencer, would always be his Spencer. He would keep it that way. He had to.

So Morgan raised his knuckles to the door and knocked. Nothing. There had been no response for a couple of seconds. Where could Spencer be at five in the morning? The question kept reeling in Morgan's head. So Morgan knocked again. This time he heard a shuffle from behind the door. Morgan heard the tumbler in the lock as Spencer unlocked the door. And then the doorknob turned.

But when the door was pulled open, it was not Spencer who was standing on the other side, wearing Spencer's bathrobe.

"Hotch?" Morgan asked incredulously.

His heart had shattered into a million shards.

Hotch furrowed his brow. "What're you doing here?"

Morgan swallowed. His mouth had gotten irritably dry. He had never cried before, but he felt this might be the one time when he started. "I'm here to see Spencer- Reid. I'm here to see Reid."

"Can't this wait until Monday?" Hotch's eyebrow quirked.

Morgan looked down at the hard carpet of the hallway of the apartment building, which happened to be a really ugly dark blue shade. "Uh, yeah. Just tell him I stopped by. Wanted to tell him something."

"Sure," Hotch replied shortly, and shut the door in Morgan's face.

Morgan swallowed again. He nearly hit himself in the forehead with his palm. He felt so stupid. Spencer was no with their boss. Morgan wondered if he was the only one who knew, or if everybody else but him knew until now. For a couple of minutes Morgan just stood there, unable to move, unable to feel anything. Eventually he moved away from Spencer's door, and he began to walk down the hallway with his head hanging.

Behind him he heard the slam of an apartment door and then, "Derek, why did you come back?"

Morgan turned around to face Spencer, who was now standing three feet away from him.

Morgan took a deep breath and said, "I realized nothing meant anything without you."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said, kid," Morgan said, a little exasperated, as he had just gotten a figurative punch in the stomach from Hotch, and shot in the heart from life. "I was wrong. Okay? I was freakin' wrong that I couldn't love you. I should've tried to spice up our love life, or something like that. I should've found a way instead of running away. I'm sorry, kid."

"Don't say sorry to me. Don't say sorry to me. I'm not the one that came back for a second chance and found his previous lover with their boss. Say sorry to yourself," Spencer replied, looking straight at Morgan with wide brown eyes and raised eyebrows.

Morgan turned around and started walking to the elevators. "Well, baby boy, if you need me you know where to find me."

And he pressed the down button and left.

He was not in work on Monday, or Tuesday, and Hotch told everyone he was on leave for a week.