"...Lat official chap-epilogue after this! Thnx everyone! It was a fun trip!..."

Pain-Chapter 18

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Spencer Reid was out within minutes of the car taking off. Morgan glanced over at him every once in a while, taking in his beautiful and elegant features. He looked so peaceful when he slept- something that he was almost certain he hadn't been for a few days now. Morgan was just happy that everything had worked out in the end; he missed his Spencer so much, and he just wanted to take him home and forget what he had done to him...

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Hotch asked, risking a look at Garcia.

"I think it'll take some time, but yeah, they'll be okay. I mean, they rushed into their relationship the first time, so I hope that they realize they need to slow it down a bit." Garcia replied.

"How long have they been dating?"

"A few weeks-a month at most." Garcia answered.

"And they were already going to...?"

"Yeah." Garcia sighed. "And considering what both of them have been through, it probably wasn't a good idea on either of their parts."

"What's done is done, I guess." Hotch concluded as he turned his head back to the road. "We'll just have to keep an eye on them."

"I suppose you're right." Garcia replied sadly. After that, silence engulfed the atmosphere and neither of them said another word...

Morgan carried Reid back to his apartment and laid him down on his own bed. He pulled up a chair next to him and watched over him like a hawk. There was no way he was going to let him out of his site after what had happened over the past two weeks.

As he thought over what exactly had happened, he reached for his phone. He scrolled down his contact list until he found the name he was looking for.

"Ah, Derek Morgan.. I was hoping you'd call."

"Yeah, Dr. Fitz, it's been too long." Morgan sighed. "And I want to fix that."

"Well, I'm glad to hear from you. Would you like to schedule an appointment?"

"I would, actually...and a refill."

"What made you change your mind?" Dr. Fitz asked, the sound of pen scribbling on paper in the background.

"I realized that I was an idiot."

"You're dodging my questions now?" Dr. Fitz smirked.

"It's a long story, Doc." Morgan replied, laughing humorlessly.

"Well, I'm sure you'll tell me all about it next Wednesday."

"Good." Morgan said. "And thank you."

"Any time." With that, Dr. Fitz hung up.

Morgan turned his attention back to Reid after he placed the phone down. He pushed a stray strand of hair out of the younger man's face before pulling the blankets over top of him. Then, he sat back down on his chair, his eyes never once leaving Spencer, his Spencer...

When Spencer Reid woke up, the first thing his saw was his boyfriend staring at him. He gave him a tired smile, but he was in return given a frown. "What is it?" Reid asked.

"You're really pale." Morgan got up and sat at the edge on his bed. He put his hand on his forehead, automatically feeling how hot he was. "I'm pretty sure you have a fever." he mumbled.

"Would explain why I've been so tired lately..." Reid muttered. When he saw Morgan heading toward the door, he moaned. "Don't leave me." he whined.

"Don't worry Pretty Boy; I'm going to call us in for the next two days. You need to rest."

"Not even a day after we get back together and I'm already sick." Reid muttered under his breath. "Just our luck."

A few minutes later, Morgan came back in with a water bottle and a sleeve of crackers. "Hotch said that it'll be fine. In the meantime, you're on house arrest. Hydrate, eat crackers, drink soap, and, if you're up to it, cuddle with your boyfriend."

"Hmm...Can we start with the last one?" Reid asked, a small smile on his face.

"Only if you want." Morgan said, sounding a bit uneasy.

"I trust you, Morgan." Reid reassured. "And...and I'm kind of freezing." he added in a small, childish voice.

"Are you sure?"

"Come here. I'm cold."

"Alright." he sighed. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around Reid, whose head automatically fell on his chest. His eyes fluttered closed as he shivered. Morgan noticed that Reid was sweating and sighed again. 'Cold sweats,' he thought, 'never a good sign.'

"Morgan, I'm not that sick. Don't worry so much."

"You know I'm always going to worry about you." Morgan said with a smile. "And besides, I'm not taking orders from you."

"Psh, we'll see how long that one lasts." Reid muttered.

"Is that a challenge?" Morgan asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know-too tired to tell." Reid replied.

"Well, maybe if you'd stop getting sick..."

"You know, this is all your fault." Reid said suddenly.

"Oh, how so?"

"I used to never get sick until I started dating you. I mean, the occasional flu and cold, but not as much as I do now. Call it psychosomatic, but I'm not so sure..."

"God, you're a pain in the ass when you're sick, aren't you?" Morgan smirked.

"I blame the sickness itself." Reid started. "Screws with your brain and all that fun stuff."

"Wow, Spencer telling a joke. You must be out of it."

"You're not nice tonight." Reid pouted.

"Well, I don't think either of us are acting like ourselves tonight. Being so far away from each other and all...I guess we're just getting used to things again."

"Yeah, I guess." Reid replied with a yawn. "Either way, it's good to be home."

"It is." Morgan said, nodding his head. He was going to add another comment, but when he looked back at Reid, he was asleep. With a smile on his face, Morgan closed his eye.

"Yeah,it is good to be home..."

Fin

"...Ta-da! Nice piece of fluffy crap! One more left. SQUEAL!...And I hope you guys see why they're kinda AU toward the end. If you don't, just drop a review/PM..."