Disclaimer: Do not own.
AN: Okay, here's the last chapter! I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I loved writing it. All right, well, it's four a.m. I'm definitely going back to sleep. Also, I had to resubmit this because of something I needed to add. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Hotch was laying down on the hotel bed closest that was leaned up against the wall with the light off in the room. The only luminance came from an outside street lamp, whose light glowed in on the hotel room floor. Rossi lay against Hotch, his slight snore keeping Hotch content because of the fact of Rossi being there with him. And even though the two were cramped together in the bed, they were happily together, and everybody knew it.
But Hotch could not fall asleep. So instead he contemplated on the occurrences of that day. With the wheels in his head turning, a part of him wished that Rossi would tell him to fall asleep- to go to bed. However, it was not that easy. The jet was leaving at eight this morning, and at two in the morning, Hotch was not getting such a good night's sleep. He shifted his position. Since his arm was wrapped around Rossi, the other agent shifted too, with a groan.
"Aaron, go to sleep," came an exhausted murmur from Rossi.
Hotch sighed. "I can't, it just won't come."
Hotch slipped his arm out from under Rossi. He sat up, trying to focus his eyes in the dark. His eyes could make out the outline of everything in the room, thanks to the light from the street lamp. Sliding off the end of the bed, he was careful not to wake up Rossi. Maybe if he just wandered the hotel hallways for a while. Perhaps that would clear his head enough for him to sleep. But just as Hotch's hand was about to touch the doorknob to the outside, a lamp inside the room clicked on. The luminance lit a semi-circle of light around the beds, and barely hit where Hotch was standing.
He looked back and could hear Rossi say, "Come back to bed."
Hotch walked back to the bed and saw a disheveled Rossi who had the blankets down to his bare waist. The team leader knelt on the edge of the bed. Rossi spotted the circles under Hotch's eyes, yet he knew it would be a difficult task attempting to get him to go back to sleep.
"You should be sleeping, you have to wake up early tomorrow," Hotch said, getting ready to get off the bed again.
Rossi touched Hotch's wrist and stated, "I'm not the only one who needs to sleep. What's bothering you?"
"There's just something about this case that's not sitting right with me," Hotch admitted.
"Then come here and let's talk about it," Rossi suggested.
Hotch scooted up the bed and laid back down on the hard mattress. Rossi put his arm around Hotch. They were propped up by flimsy feather pillows. Once they were settled, Hotch placed his head on Rossi's chest, just listening to the man's heart.
Hotch took a deep breath. "Something in me doesn't want Veronica Jennings to go to jail."
"I don't think any of us want her to go to jail," Rossi answered truthfully.
Hotch looked up at the man with big brown eyes. He snuggled closer to Rossi, thankful for his warmth.
"She was just doing her job," Hotch swallowed.
Rossi sighed. "Her job's illegal. But I'm sure she can find a way around it in the justice system."
"I hope so."
"Reid, go back to sleep baby boy," Morgan said from a bed over.
Silence.
Morgan sighed. "I know you're awake. You know you can talk to me about anything."
Reid rolled over so he could look at Morgan, who was facing the ceiling. Morgan had been right, he was awake. It would take him a while to be able to talk about anything, in fact, he was not even sure if he could talk about this. Although, he knew he would end up breaking and telling Morgan everything he was thinking about. Morgan turned over to look at Reid. They could see each other's outlines in the dark.
The both of them had promised to take it slow, for Reid's sake. But Morgan could not help but want to hold him and sleep in the same bed. With an ounce of decision, Morgan got up and stood next to Reid.
"Move over, Spencer," Morgan grunted, slightly annoyed that he was not sleeping at two a.m.
Reid complied. In the dark, Morgan could see a vein of shock in Reid's expression. The boy's eyebrows were raised, and his mouth was slightly open. Morgan laid down beside Reid, putting his arm around the genius and looking at him with large brown eyes.
"I thought we said we'd-"
"Take it slow?" Morgan finished Reid's sentence. Reid nodded. All Morgan could do to reply was say, "After everything that happened today, all I want is you."
Reid nodded and faced the ceiling. After a couple moments he warmed up to the idea and snuggled into Morgan.
"I was damn happy when I found her awake," Morgan stated.
Maybe if he shared a little something from his day, Reid would share what he was thinking.
"Why?" Reid asked, thoroughly confused.
Morgan breathed out heavily, his chest falling. When it rose again, Reid had placed his hand on it because he wanted to feel it rise and fall under his touch. The motion was enough to make Reid feel pleased. Plus, he liked to feel the added movement of Morgan's beating heart.
And when Morgan finally answered, Reid was beginning to drift off, "I didn't want to be her rude awakening."
Reid yawned. "I'm just like her."
Morgan's eyes practically bugged out of his head. It was at this moment that Morgan felt like he should puke. Those four little words came out of Reid's mouth, and it was exactly what he had been thinking about earlier. But Reid was not just like her, and the genius needed to know why, and he needed to stop thinking like that. But all he could do for the next couple of minutes was hold Reid closer to him, and squeeze him slightly with his strong arm.
"You're nothing like her," was all Morgan could manage at first.
Reid huffed. "But our high school experiences!"
"But you're not a killer," Morgan argued.
Reid pursed his lips and was quiet until he fell asleep from the rhythm of Morgan's beating heart and breathing pattern. Morgan continued staring at the ceiling, thinking of how much he loved Reid, and eventually they fell asleep. So they slept there together, much against Reid's earlier protests of that day about sleeping together.
"Sally said Morgan was just like Owen," Hotch said.
For the past fifteen minutes Hotch had been listing off the things about the case that bothered him, and Rossi had been talking him through it. This was yet another topic of the case that Rossi was yet to answer. And he realized that sometimes Hotch was not as put together as it seemed. Rossi was glad to be able to be there for the man, as that was what people in love were supposed to do for each other, to help one another in any way they can, despite what it is.
Rossi just kissed Hotch's forehead and said, "Sally didn't know Morgan. She based her thoughts on what he looked like, his position, and what he was like in high school. But we know Morgan better than her. Not to mention she was a little screwy in the head. Plus, she made a mistake in leading us to Veronica, because Veronica led us to her. She bit her own head off and basically gave herself up without meaning to."
"Maybe she subconsciously gave herself up because she didn't want to do it anymore."
"Now you're sounding like Reid," Rossi told Hotch, this time kissing the man on the side of the lips.
"Maybe so," Hotch yawned.
"You ready to go to bed?" Rossi inquired.
Hotch nodded. Then he reached over and turned off the light. The two lay there until they fell asleep, both holding each other in each other's arms. And it was a wonderful thing for the two to behold, the love for each other.
Both couples had wonderful dreams.
And neither of them had to keep secrets anymore.
AN 2: If anyone's interested I'm currently writing an AU called It's All a Dream where one night the team all has the same nightmare... and people around Virginia stop waking up from sleep. I hope people will be interested. And I hope you all enjoyed this last chapter! Also, I wrote a tie-in called Spencer about how Morgan finally called Reid "Spencer" in this chapter. So, be sure to check it out if you're interested!