It was a good thing they didn't make a stop at Woody's; Reid and Morgan didn't really want to have to explain why they didn't drink. At Babylon, it was more acceptable to just drink water without explanation, especially if you were dancing.

As soon as they walked through the door, Brian, Justin, Reid and Morgan hit the dance floor, Morgan and Reid with an eye out for anybody looking like they didn't like their two companions.

Both Morgan and Reid had in an ear piece, small enough not to be seen. That also meant that it was only one way, so they could only hear, not talk through them. Garcia and Carl were the only ones who could see the two agents and after a few songs they were worked up enough that they forgot about them and started to kiss. They justified it to themselves as them just staying in character.

Garcia grabbed hold of Carl's arm and squealed delightedly.

"I knew it; they are so perfect for each other, my two lovelies."

Carl smiled at the familiar enthusiasm and vowed to himself that he'd introduce Garcia to Debbie; they'd get a kick out of each other.

"I gather they aren't together, or at least, they weren't until now?"

"No, but I had a feeling they liked each other. They just never did anything about it before. There is also the matter of the no fraternization rule, but my boyfriend and I got around it, so I'd think they could too, if they can keep their relationship out of the field."

Carl nodded; he had always thought rules like that were stupid; you couldn't help who you fell in love with, rules or not.

After about an hour, Reid was a little tired and a lot thirsty so they went to the bar and ordered some water. Brian and Justin joined them and Brian told the bartender that whatever Morgan and Reid wanted to drink all night was on the house.

When he had finished his water, Reid needed to use the restroom and Morgan just nodded and kept scanning the crowd. After about five minutes, Garcia's voice in his ear had him running towards the back door. Brian, Justin and the rest of the gang followed, not knowing why, but they could tell by the look on his face that it wasn't good.

"Garcia just told me that Spencer's in trouble; some guy pulled him by the arm out the back door to the alley."

Morgan bent down to get his gun just inside the back door while the others, except Brian and Justin, stared in confusion and shock. He opened the door carefully and slowly made his way outside.

Brian could see that Michael was just about to say something and clasped his hand over his mouth. He put a finger of the other hand over his own mouth to indicate they should be quiet.

Morgan saw Reid pressed against the wall further down the alley and quietly made his way closer. The man holding Reid had a knife to his throat and Morgan didn't want to risk him cutting Reid if he was spooked. When he got closer, he could see Reid's eyes and he was more angry than scared. Reid signaled with his hands that he should go ahead, Reid was ready.

"FBI! Let him go!"

The man was distracted enough that Reid could get a hold of the arm with the knife and get himself off the wall a little. When the assailant looked back at Reid, Morgan moved in and got him pressed against the wall.

"Spencer, I have cuffs on the right ankle, will you do the honors?"

Reid got the cuffs and took the arms of the loudly talking man.

"I was supposed to be the next king. When the twink came back, I was king for several months until suddenly they came back together and took all the fresh meat home with them. I had earned first privilege; I had waited years to get my turn as top stud."

Hotch, Rossi, JJ, Prentiss, Carl and Garcia had all arrived when Reid had cuffed the guy and everybody was looking at Brian and Justin for an explanation.

"It's a long story and not one I want to tell here."

Carl had called it in and a cruiser had arrived to take the UnSub in. Carl and the FBI agents went with him in their own cars while Brian and Justin went to Britin with a promise of brunch the next morning for the whole gang.

When they arrived the next morning, the FBI team, with Brian and Justin, was waiting for them in the dining room. They had taken down all the photos, maps, and anything else relating to the case and removed the boards from the room, which now looked like it used to.

Viviane had made brunch for everybody and they sat down amidst a barrage of questions.

"If you will all just shut up and sit down, we'll tell you everything."

They all quieted down at Brian's outburst. They put food on their plates and then Carl started talking.

"I needed help in the case with the guy killing gay men on Liberty Avenue and the Pittsburgh PD wasn't all that helpful. I finally managed to convince my captain to let me call the BAU of the FBI to help me, but they wouldn't give them any space to work at the station. I asked Brian if he knew of a place and he and Justin offered up this dining room, even offered that the team could stay here so they wouldn't have to travel to and from every day."

Everybody looked like they were about to say something, but Brian put his hand up to stop them.

"The reason we didn't tell you is that you would all have found an excuse to come out here just to meet them, and they'd never get any peace to work. We didn't tell you that Derek and Spencer were undercover so as not to blow said cover."

"What does BAU stand for, what do you do?"

Drew was the one asking but it looked like they all wanted to know.

"BAU stands for Behavioral Analysis Unit and we're profilers. We analyze behavior and figure out who the police are looking for in terms or race, age, gender, behavior in general and things like that."

"So you didn't really meet Brian and Justin in New York?"

"No, we met for the first time here on Tuesday, sorry about that."

Morgan looked at Michael and shrugged.

"That's ok; you had to stay in character. Are the two of you even really together?"

Morgan and Reid looked at each other and both decided that they didn't want to come out to the team just yet.

"No, we're not; Brian and Justin even had to give us dancing lessons to get us to look like we had done it together for years."

"What about your mother; was she really an English professor?"

"Yes, that part is true, and Derek really does have a law degree and I do have a major in psychology."

"And that's only one of his minor degrees. He has three doctorates and two more majors."

Morgan sounded so proud of him that the rest of the team looked a little closer at him. That is until Hotch realized what he had said.

"Two more majors? When did you get your major in philosophy?"

"About six months ago."

"Why didn't you tell us? And how did Morgan know?"

JJ looked a little hurt.

"I didn't want anybody to make a fuss. I only got it for fun, for my own sake. I don't know how Morgan knew about it; I didn't tell him."

Reid looked at Morgan with a questioning expression.

"I didn't actually know, but I know you and there is no way you'd take any longer on a master's degree, genius."

He smiled fondly at him and Reid couldn't help but smile back.

"Genius? You're a genius?"

Michael sounded dubious.

"Well, I don't think you can quantify these…"

"Yes, he's a genius. IQ of 187, eidetic memory and he reads 20,000 words a minute, if the three doctorates and three majors by the age of 29 weren't proof enough."

Morgan was so proud of Reid, and it showed through very plainly, but the rest of the team was equally proud of Reid that they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Ok, all this is nice, but I want to know what happened at the police station."

Justin was tired of all the chit chat and wanted some answers. Hotch explained how Justin had recognized the men when he had first seen the pictures of the dead men on the bulletin board. How it had turned out to be the first three men they had slept with in the period after Justin came back from New York and how he had given them a picture of the next victim and how he had been found. Hotch also told them they had interviewed everybody with some kind of grudge against the two men.

When he said that part, everybody wanted to know who they had talked to and how it had gone; they each told them about the people they had interviewed and especially Debbie had really wanted to be there for a few of those, particularly Craig Taylor.

Hotch then went on to tell what had happened when they got to the police station. They had been shown to an interrogation room, where Rossi took over the interrogation while the rest of the team and Carl watched through the two-way mirror.

"The man's name is Brandon Foster and he confessed to all the murders and told me that he felt it was his turn to be the stud. Apparently, there was something about a bet some years back with you, Brian?"

Rossi looked at Brian, who just nodded, and Rossi continued.

"When Justin went to New York, not that Brandon knew that's where he went, Brian had apparently cut down on his tricking, so Brandon felt that his time had come; then, when Justin came home, there was a three month period where nobody saw Brian and Brandon had taken over completely."

"I remember that time; we hardly saw you in that period either."

Emmett smiled brightly, imagining what the two of them had been up to in that time. Rossi just smiled at him and continued.

"After that period, both of you came back to the club, and as Brandon tells it, every time someone new showed up, you two made a move and took the guy home. He felt he had earned first refusal to any new meat, his word, not mine, and the fact that the two of you just took them pissed him off. Now, he lived with it, and as he said, it only lasted for a few months and everything went back to normal."

Rossi made air quotations around the last word.

"Everything was fine until he got with the first of the two men. At that point, Brandon had just lost his job and he was severely depressed, suicidal even, and carried around a knife, thinking about cutting his wrists. When he and the man were finished, the poor guy had turned around and told him that he didn't understand how Brandon had gotten the title of stud after Brian when Brian was so much better."

There were a lot of exclamations after that and Rossi nodded.

"Yeah, that really set him off, and he took out the knife and stabbed the man. He discovered that he liked the feeling and when he two weeks later picked up the next victim, the decision wasn't all that hard."

Brian looked like he was going to be sick.

"Are you saying that this is somehow all my fault?"

"No, if it had been anybody else, this would have never happened. A lot of things went wrong for him to get to this point. The stressor was the loss of his job; if that hadn't happened he would have probably never snapped."

Morgan, who sat next to Brian, put a hand on his shoulder.

"There is nothing either you or Justin did that caused this; something like this is a personality default that is latent until something happens that brings it out."

Brian nodded, relieved; he had been worried that he was at least partly responsible for the death of three people.

They all talked for a while longer while they finished brunch and then the Pittsburgh part of the guests left, leaving only the BAU and the residents of Britin in the house.

The agents were going to go pack when Brian and Justin stopped them.

"If any of you have any vacation time and an inexplicable desire to stay in glorious Pittsburgh, you are more than welcome to stay here for a while. We won't even demand that you spend time with us if you don't want to."

Brian smirked and Justin back-handed him lightly in the stomach, but he also nodded his ascent.

The agents all looked at each other and then at Hotch.

"You all have a week after this, not that this was a hard case, but we haven't had any time off in quite a while. I have to decline your generous offer, though; I have to get home to my son."

"I have to get back to my son and my boyfriend as well, but thank you so much for your offer and your hospitality."

Brian and Justin nodded at Hotch and JJ, understanding their need to go home. Rossi and Prentiss both declined too, but Garcia asked if it was ok if Kevin joined her; if so, she'd be more than happy to stay.

"Of course he can come too, the more the merrier."

Justin smiled brightly and Garcia took out her phone with a grin to call her boyfriend.

"I'd love to stay too, if you are sure it's not an imposition."

Reid, ever polite, smiled shyly and Brian hurried to reassure him that it was no trouble at all.

"What if I do want to spend some time with you, is that ok too?"

Morgan smirked and both Brian and Justin laughed.

"Sure, that'd be fine too; we'd love to get to know you better."

"Then I'd love to stay, too."

This wasn't exactly a surprise after Reid had agreed to stay. All the agents went upstairs, some to pack and some to get clothes to Vivian for washing; they really didn't have enough clothes with them for a week and a half.

When they all came back down, Justin and Brian were ready in the hall. Justin had some rolled up pieces of paper under his arm. He handed each of the leaving agents one each and when they unrolled them it turned out to be charcoal sketches of themselves during some kind of work situation.

"Oh my god, these are amazing. When did you have time to do them?"

They all looked as shocked as Prentiss sounded.

"A portrait like that doesn't take all that long. I did them during the week. I'm just glad I had the time to finish them all."

"Thank you so much, Justin, I'll put this in a frame when I get home. I mean the fact that you signed them makes them worth what? 3000 dollars a piece, am I right?"

"You could probably get about 5,000 considering he did it especially for you."

Brian was very matter-of-fact, even if the pride he felt in his partner showed through.

"Shit, that's a lot of money!"

Morgan, like Reid and Garcia, hadn't gotten a portrait, but had admired the others'.

The four leaving agents said their goodbyes and then they left with a last minute warning from Hotch that they'd have to find their own way home.