A/N: Heyyyy, loves... A little humor in this chapter, and sexy-times, before we get to the heavy action part. Let me know what you think, please, good or bad-I'd really appreciate it!

Seds

The afternoon wore on. Knowing there was surveillance on Jean Delaney's home felt good to Reid; it was real, something that would result in further action, something that would almost certainly lead them straight to the unsub-soon, he hoped, and in time to prevent another young girl from being taken.

But, knowing the stakeout was taking place made the waiting even harder. Every nerve was keen, every muscle poised for action, ready for him to slip on his vest and head to the car at a moment's notice.

Reid knew he wasn't the only one.

The tension within each of the team members was palpable. And, quite naturally, it led to...

Silliness.

Morgan snuck up on Garcia in the break room and goosed her, causing her to spill her tea. She retaliated, in spades, by enlisting Rossi's help-with the element of surprise on his side, he nabbed Morgan from behind, holding him securely while Garcia attacked with a can of red Silly String, leaving Morgan draped with what looked at first glace to Reid like Raggedy Ann hair dripping off of his shaved head.

Reid broke into laughter so hard, he doubled over and had to grab a desk for support. Morgan promptly twisted free of Rossi, grabbed Reid around the waist and wrestled him down onto the floor, then tousled his hair until it was a crazy, hopeless mop. "You think you're pretty, pretty boy? Oh, no, I'm gonna make you pretty!" By this time, Prentiss and JJ had joined the spectacle in the bullpen, and were laughing almost as hard as Reid. Hotch walked in, and everyone froze. He stared for a moment, then allowed a slight smile to sneak across his face and shook his head. He turned and walked away without saying a word.

Reid took the opportunity to escape Morgan's clutches, then he fluidly swiped Garcia's feather-tipped pen from behind her ear and threatened Morgan with it as if it were a sword. "Garcia-come on, give me a hand! Prentiss, JJ-help me!" The girls each grabbed one of Morgan's arms and, just for a moment, held him in place while Garcia yanked his shirt up, exposing his taut belly. Reid got in several good and thorough tickles, which dissolved Morgan into shrieking fits of laughter as he attempted to avoid the feathers while disentangling himself from the ladies without actually hurting them.

Somehow, they all ended up in a dog pile on top of Morgan while Rossi and Hotch watched in amusement from the catwalk in front of Hotch's office.

Rossi grinned. "No one can say you don't run a tight ship, Aaron."

Hotch's lips twisted into a smirk. "You know as well as I do how badly they need this. I wouldn't step in for the world."

Rossi patted Hotch on the back. "I know, you're absolutely right. I was just razzing you." Hotch nodded, then headed into his office, blissfully unaware of the post-it note reading "Kick me" that Rossi had just placed between his shoulder blades.

The 5:00 hour approached and by this time, everyone was somewhat more relaxed. Reid had had to borrow a brush from JJ in order to repair the damage that Morgan had inflicted to his long hair, yet he was in a good mood for a change. Morgan could see that, could feel it, and when Reid was alone at his desk, he came up to his side, put a hand on his shoulder, leaned down and said into his ear, "You coming over tonight?"

Reid turned to look at him, smiling. "Uh-yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, assuming we're not called off to go hunt down an unsub, I thought we'd cook out on the grill, then watch something on pay-per-view. How does that sound?"

To Morgan's immense pleasure, Reid's smile deepened. "Sounds great. What time? Assuming."

Morgan nodded. "Seven-thirty. Assuming."

"Okay. See you then." Reid looked into his eyes and Morgan squeezed his shoulder, then headed off to finish up for the day. Reid watched him walk away. He chewed his lip, wondering if it could possibly be real excitement he was feeling at the thought of an actual, normal date with Derek Morgan, or if he was just grateful for the distraction.

He supposed it didn't matter. He turned back to his computer and began to close things down for the night.

Reid showed up with a bottle of wine. Morgan had stopped at the grocery store and had everything ready to go on the grill. Reid helped him, chatting amiably about something in which Morgan had absolutely no interest, but it made him feel good to see Reid acting more like his old self, for at least a little while. He teased him, seized every opportunity to make him laugh, and when they brought the food inside to the table, he took him in his arms and kissed him.

There was a moment's hesitation. Then he felt the lanky body relax against him, and Reid kissed him back. Morgan took his advantage, made the most of it, until Reid chuckled and slipped away from him. Morgan gave him an exaggerated frown. "Where you going?"

"Nowhere." He went to sit down and invitingly patted the seat of the other chair. "Hey, come on, sit down! Our food's getting cold, and I'm really hungry." Morgan reluctantly followed, smiling, still savoring the taste of Reid's warm mouth. He stole one more kiss before sitting down to serve their meal.

They ate. They talked, although now it was mostly Morgan, relating some funny stories about his family-old times in Chicago-and Reid listened, seemingly fascinated. Afterward, they carried the dishes into the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher together. Morgan tried not to think about how nice it all was, this pleasant hominess.

Cooking, eating, having Reid around, having his company all to himself, it all felt great. That, and knowing there was a very good chance that they'd be having sex later, that they'd be, well, like lovers-damn it, it felt... normal. Just... normal. He put in the dish washing powder, turned on the machine, and stepped back as the water whooshed in and the dishwasher churned and shook and soothingly did its thing.

Reid wiped down the counter, then washed his hands, and turned to ask, "So-pay per view, huh? What's on?"

"Don't know. Let's check it out."

They sat on the couch. Morgan placed himself somewhere near the middle, and Reid chose a spot close to the end, but he didn't flinch when Morgan moved closer and put his arm around his shoulders. After a moment, he settled back, letting his head rest against Morgan's arm, and to Morgan, that felt like heaven.

They cheerfully argued about what to watch. They finally came to an agreement, then Morgan wrapped Reid in his arms and possessively tucked him under his chin, rather like a kid with a large, skinny teddy bear that no one was going to take away from him. Reid rolled his eyes and protested, but only made the most perfunctory attempt to escape, then gradually found himself working his way closer to Morgan's warmth, and he found that he liked it.

He let himself like it.

Later that night, Reid lay under Morgan, feeling him thrust deeply into his body. The man's weight pleasantly compressed his pelvis and stomach, the thrusts were strong and regular, and he smelled wonderful-crisp and spicy and clean. Reid ground his hips upward, increasing the friction. He made low noises and gripped the muscular shoulders tightly as he fought to reach orgasm.

"Harder, Derek..."

Morgan adjusted his angle and increased the power behind his thrusts. He was rewarded with a gasp and a grunt of pleasure. He whispered, "That feel good, baby?"

"God, yes..."

"That what you been needing?"

"Yeah..."

"Fuck, Spencer-" Morgan groaned with his efforts, thinking how goddamned sexy Spencer Reid really was, his smile, his eyes, the way he turned into a total kid when he finally broke down and laughed, which was nowhere near often enough.

And, he thought of how delicious it was to have him like this, naked, legs wrapped around him, giving himself to him completely; funny how demanding he could be in his supplication. Morgan liked that, liked being driven to the edge and challenged by the normally unassuming young man, liked how, with his cock deep inside him, Reid seemed to belong to him, even though he knew better. He watched every rise of pleasure cross Reid's face, and he loved how, in this most intimate, primal way, he knew-it was him making Reid feel like that.

He thought of how gorgeous Reid was, not only before and during the act, but after-especially after-hair tousled, eyes dark, lips parted. Then, he shot into him and dropped his head so that his forehead rested on Reid's as his breathing slowed, and after a long moment, he claimed a kiss.

Then, it occurred to him that Reid still hadn't come. Reid had begun stroking himself, but Morgan pushed his hand aside and took over, still lodged deeply inside him. "No, babe-let me," he whispered. "I want to make you come." Reid didn't argue, just moaned and whimpered as he arched, straining into Morgan's grip, and it didn't take long for Morgan to bring him to release. Thick streams of ejaculate spilled onto his hand, and he felt the tension in Reid's body ebb away.

Morgan reached for a towel, cleaned them both up, then rolled over onto his back and pulled Reid into his arms. He didn't resist, and there was no talk of him leaving-in fact, he was asleep before Morgan, this time. Morgan smiled, turned off the lamp, and drifted off, lulled by Reid's even breathing and the warm heat of his skin pressed securely against his own.

Reid dreams. He's standing in front of a line of store fronts, vaguely recognizes it as a shopping center that his mother used to take him to when he was little. He sees Morgan standing at the end of the street; he's waiting for him, gesturing, urging him to come on, hurry up, and Reid desperately wants to go to him, but suddenly he realizes that a young boy is standing in front of him, frantically waving his arms to get Reid's attention. He's talking, but Reid can't understand the words, he can't be bothered to try, he starts to walk away, but the boy grabs his hand and pulls him back. Now, the words come through, pleading, hopeful, and they reach his consciousness, but they don't make any sense.

I knew you'd come... don't go, I've waited for so long...

Reid asks, Me? You've waited for me?

Yes...

Reid's trying to get to Morgan, but the kid won't let go. Reid finally stops and looks down at him.

Why? Why me? I'm not who you think I am. Let me go. I'm nobody. I'm nobody...

Reid can still hear Morgan, his calls are commanding, but faint, and Reid can't move. He tries to make out the words.

It's gonna blow, Morgan says.

Reid can't see him now, and the kid's grip is cutting off the circulation in his arm, then the bomb blast goes off and the glass starts breaking-Reid feels the intense pressure of the air whipping by, feels shrapnel entering his skin, but he's okay, he's just watching, but suddenly he feels the grip of the boy's fingers loosen, and then the boy is gone and he can't see Morgan, and now a hearse is going by.

"Damn it," he thinks. The hearse slows, and he bounds up to look inside. The boy, the boy, he's lying in there, broken and bleeding, pieces of him missing. Reid shakes his head as a powerful sorrow overtakes him and he cries out, "No! Don't take him, I just found him!" and the hearse pulls away. Reid runs beside it, pounding on the side and screaming, and at last it stops once more-he flings open the back doors, thinking, "He can't be dead!" but the boy's gone, and now it's him, Reid, he sees himself lying lifeless and broken in the back of the hearse...

He jerks awake.

Reid's moans and babbles woke Morgan and he groggily murmured, "It's okay, it's okay-wake up, kid, it's just a dream-"

"Morgan, please, stop them! Morgan, stop them! What? What? Oh... Oh. I'm sorry. Sorry I woke you up-"

"That's okay, you're here with me, it's all right. I've got you." He held the shaking man, held him close and rubbed his back soothingly until Reid relaxed and settled in against him. Morgan tilted his face up and looked into his eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it was... just a dream."

Morgan held him, then asked, "Have you found someone to talk to? You said you would, remember?"

"No, I-I will. When this case is over, then I'll-"

"Reid. Don't wait, there'll just be another case, and-"

"I know. I know... I will, Morgan, maybe after this one, I'll take a little time off, and-"

"Yeah. That's a good idea. Shh, it's okay. Can you go back to sleep? Everything's all right now, go back to sleep."

Reid nodded and nestled closer. "I'm okay. I'm sorry, it was just so-seemed so real, and-"

"I know. Shh. It's okay." He kissed his forehead, and felt the young man's ragged breathing slowing, his agitation dissolving. He pulled the covers up around them, aware of Reid's heartbeat calming against his chest.

They had just slipped back into slumber when Morgan's phone went off. He startled, instantly fully awake, and he checked the time. One forty-six AM. He took the phone in his hand and looked at the number. It was JJ. He took a deep breath and answered.

"Morgan."

"Hey. Another girl's been reported missing from the Melrose area. She's one of Jean Delaney's students. Hotch wants us to meet at the local P.D., stat."

"On my way."

Morgan clicked off, and turned to Reid. "Another girl-"

"I heard." Just then, Reid's phone rang-it was JJ, with the same message.

The two agents rolled out of bed and began getting dressed.