Whoops! I didn't mean to publish that chapter at first. I blame lack of sleep, so sorry if you got a random email saying I updated early. This chapter is particularly short, but I wanted to get something up because of all the great responses I got!

To all: I wanted to clarify what I said about building sexual tension. As J said in the reviews, a lot of fics just have Morgan jump Reid's bones, but I like the romance to build a bit. No worries, there will be plenty of smutty man love later ;)

Thanks to everyone who followed, and thanks to J, 68luvcarter, the Celt, and Rayne McKenna (I pretty much died when I saw Rayne had reviewed, because I follow a BUTTLOAD of her stories!)

Thanks again, and I hope you like this chapter, even though it's short!

Chapter 2: Not a Bromance

The next morning the bullpen was met with an extremely grumpy SSA Derek Morgan. He trudged to his desk, slinging his heavy leather coat across the back of his chair, and then continued to trudge to the break room for some coffee. Prentiss shot a look at Reid.

"What's up with him?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. When Reid just shrugged and went back to his paperwork, Emily wadded up a Post-It note and threw it, hitting him in the head. She laughed at his confused look. "That was your cue to find out what's wrong. Isn't it part of your code of being in a bromance, or something?"

Reid chuckled and threw the paper ball back at her, missing completely.

"It's not a bromance. As you all insist on calling Morgan and I's friendship." he retorted. His timing was off as Penelope Garcia, in a lovely blue and yellow ensemble, exited her lair.

"Are we discussing the guy-love between my dreamy chocolate hunk of mystery and everyone's favorite boy genius?" she asked in a sing-song voice. She walked to the conference room where JJ, Hotch and Rossi were discussing possible cases while the others finished paperwork. "Here are the papers you asked for Jayge. And I did a thing, so you can be sure that more ink for your printer will be in by tomorrow," she said before bustling back to the dark office. But not without sending a wink in Reid's direction, who groaned as he stood up.

"Fine, I'll go check on him." Spencer said, walking to the break room. As he was about to walk through the doorway, Morgan pushed past him, putting his coffee on his desk and then bee-lining to the bathroom. Prentiss looked concerned and waved Reid on, before turning back to her paperwork.

Reid opened the bathroom door to the sounds of puking in the last stall. The toilet flushed, and Morgan walked out to see his coworker leaning against the sink, like a parent whose kid came in past curfew.

"You okay?"

Morgan chuckled sardonically as he walked to the sink to rinse and spit. "Oh, I'm just perfect, Reid. Just freaking perfect," he splashed some water on his face and headed for the door.

"Morgan, if you're sick then go home. Prentiss and I can split your work load."

"I'm not sick, kid." Derek's hand was on the doorknob.

"Derek."

SSA Morgan was stopped in his tracks. He could hear the worried tone in his friend's voice.

Spencer cautiously put his hand on his friend's shoulder and pulled his coworker to face him. He didn't want his friend to think he was making a move on him, now that he knew he was bisexual, but he wanted Derek to look him in the eyes. Morgan just gave a sad smile.

"God, I hate profilers," he said, trying to be light hearted. Spencer didn't look away. "I'm a little hung over, that's all. It's just embarrassing to look like this in front of the team."

Spencer thought back to last night, and his eidetic memory told him that Morgan had only had a few beers. Morgan seemed to read his thoughts.

"After you left, I tried to sleep, but I kept having weird dreams. I…" he trailed off, not wanting to meet Reid's eyes, "I had a couple of glasses of scotch to help me fall asleep."

Reid wasn't sure what to think about this statement. As much as he trusted his best friend, he was aware of what that kind of drinking implied.

"A couple of glasses? And you're hung over?" he asked, trying as hard as he could not to accuse Morgan. Apparently it didn't work.

"Yeah, Reid, a couple of glasses," Derek said, with more animosity than he had intended. He brushed Spencer's hand away, which he just realized had still been resting on his shoulder. "Look, kid, it's great that you care, but don't read into it. I just had a couple of nightmares, so I had a couple of drinks to put me to sleep. Maybe I overdid it, I don't know. Just let it go, Reid. Let it go."

And with that Morgan left the bathroom, leaving Reid feeling more hurt than he should have felt.

Their quiet day of paperwork had come to an end. As Rossi and Hotch were going through files with JJ, they discovered a case that looked high-risk. The conference room white board was quickly filled with photos of dead young boys, all ages 10 to 15, and a map of northern Ohio. Prentiss and Reid's fun filled day of throwing Post-It's at each other had suddenly become very serious. JJ took the floor.

"We didn't flag this one originally because it seemed like two unrelated events. Justin Enderle, 10, and Eddie Harper, 14, were found dead two weeks apart in Midworth, Ohio this week, both of whom had been missing for 3 days before they were found. Justin was found near a lake and had apparently died of drowning, so an autopsy wasn't done. Eddie was found near the same lake and had also died of drowning, but he showed signs of sexual assault. They exhumed Justin's body and found the same. They have no DNA or witnesses to the killer but the Midworth police say that another boy has just gone missing. "

The team jumped into profiling, discussing the ages of the boys, where they were taken, the assault, etc. But Hotch cut in, telling them that the wheels were up in ten, and they could discuss it on the plane. Rossi had one more comment before they left the room.

"It's only been a week since the last abduction. He's escalating. And fast."

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