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Reid let out a heavy sigh. Of course. It figures they wouldn't have to double up the one time he really wanted them to. And really, Morgan had to be placed as far away as possible?

They really weren't making this easy on him.

Reid sighed as he fell back on his bed, a thick novel in his hands. Maybe if he relaxed enough, it would slip his mind and he could forget about it. Then he wouldn't have to tell anyone about it, and life could go on.

But with an eidetic memory, that was kind of impossible. Deciding to lose himself in his book and worry about talking to Morgan later, Reid settled under his covers in nothing but his pajama bottoms. Normally he always wore a shirt, even to bed, but this was different. He was hot. Very hot.

He didn't know if it was the case catching up with him, or simply the hotel room was warm, but he had a light sheen of sweat covering his body, and he still felt warm. He threw the blankets off of himself within seconds, and his book went flying with it. He sighed in frustration; couldn't anything go right?

He got up and bent over to retrieve his book, just as a light knock echoed off his door. He jumped, his book dropping to the floor once again. He glared at it, but left it where it was. Stupid, evil book.

Turning, he walked to his door and opened it, tilting his head slightly back when he felt a nice cool breeze. His eyes took in the dark skinned man in front of him, and his heart beat a bit faster.

This was his chance. If he wanted to tell Morgan about it, now would be the perfect time. But then…why was Morgan here?

"Morgan?" A small squeak of his name was all Reid could force out. Suddenly he felt cold, goose bumps breaking out across his stomach as his nipples budded. He blushed slightly as he realized he had answered the door without a shirt. Normally he wouldn't have cared, but this is Morgan, Mr. Buff. And here he was some scrawny lil thing….

"Um, Reid? Can I come in?" Realizing he was just standing there, freezing cold, with the man he wanted to talk to standing on the outside of his door….. Safe to say, he felt a bit dumb. And someone with an IQ of 187 shouldn't feel dumb.

"Reid?" Sighing at himself, Reid opened the door, letting his unexpected guest in. He walked over to his go bag and pulled out a nice and loose shirt, one he has had for years.

"Whoa, Reid, never pegged you as the type to like that kind of music." Reid glanced down at the bottom of his shirt, in which the word "Attila" was written. Reid felt more heat rise to his cheeks, and he quickly gripped the bottom of his shirt, yanking it over his head.

"A friend bought it for me. They're a bit harder then my normal type, though I do like a song or two by them." He searched for a different shirt, digging through his bag quickly. Why did he have to grab that shirt, out of them all? Sighing, he pulled a plain grey T-shirt out and yanked it on, hurrying to cover his body.

"A bit harder? Reid, what do you normally listen to? I thought you only ever listened to and enjoyed Mozart and stuff…" Reid sighed; he understood why they thought that, but that didn't mean that was all he listened to. Talk about annoying.

"Just forget about it Morgan. Why are you here?" Morgan chuckled light heartedly, but as soon as it faded, a new seriousness hung in the air.

"I came to check up on you, Kid. You've been acting weird all day, and I'm worried about you." Spencer sighed. He knew this was coming. But then…this was his chance, wasn't it? If he wanted to talk to him about it, now was the perfect time.

"Y-Yeah, I know. Sorry about what happened at the morgue, by the way." Despite wanting to tell him, his words were hardly coming out. He knew the terms to describe as to why he was feeling closed throated, but it didn't calm him to think about it. So he recited the periodic table in his head.

It did its job, his nerves settling in the background, but there was only one problem. Morgan fell to the background too, and he couldn't understand a word coming from his mouth.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He felt bad, but he couldn't help it. If Morgan wanted him to talk, he needed to relax as much as he could before hand.

He received an exasperated look, but Morgan started over once again "I said, what's up with you Pretty Boy? What is it about this case that's bothering you? Or is it that…. Reid, did Benington say something?" Reid's head lifted up, but he couldn't feel the anger he expected. It was a reasonable explanation, for the most part. It would explain everything other then…the distribution of his previous meals by the morgue.

If he wanted to lie, that was the perfect excuse. No one would ever know the difference….But he couldn't.

"No, Morgan, Benington didn't say anything, aside from that Mom's not up to visitors. That's not what's been bothering me."

Morgan walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. He put a bit of pressure on it, urging him to sit down without really forcing him. Reid sat down happily, his knees feeling weak simply from the thought of telling him…

"Then what is it, Kid? You've got us all worried." Spencer let out another heavy sigh.

"You can't tell a single soul about this. Promise?" Morgan raised an eyebrow, and Reid was sure his thoughts were somewhere along 'What are we, in kindergarten' but he didn't care. This was important to him, and if he was going to tell anyone, they had to swear not to tell anyone.

"I promise Reid, and you know I'm good on it. I'm not going to compromise you're trust." Reid sighed slightly, feeling a bit guilty that Morgan still remembered how angry he had been that one time…

"I know Morgan. I trust you. Which is why I want to tell you, about….about what happened when, w-when I was young…" He bit his lip, and Morgan could tell this would take a lot out of both of them.

"It's okay Reid, you can tell me." Reid closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'You can do this Spencer Reid, you can do this. This man is like your big brother, you know you trust him…. I know I can, but I don't know if I can get the actual story out…'

"I-I know…. Morgan, you know my childhood wasn't all sunshine and roses" Morgan made an incredulous face, but Reid ignored it. "Despite all that you know, it does get worse. When I was about 12-," he was cut off by a loud ringing, making both of them jump.

Morgan reached into his pocket, yanking out his phone. He brought it to his ear and answered it, saying short, quick responses, until he finally hung up.

"Sorry Kid, looks like we got another body. Hotch said this one looks more like an accident, but that's just going by the photos. He wants us at the cars in 5." With that, he ruffled Reid's hair, and then walked out the door.

Reid could tell he was trying to take it easy on him, to not stress him out more then needed, but it didn't matter.

Despite anyone and everyone's efforts, there was only one person he could think of that would make him feel better.

Timmy….

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Yes, I'm ending it there. This must be really confusing, huh? Don't worry, IIII know what's going on, so just hang in there haha. You guys are amazing me with your reviews, and it really makes me want to update sooner….therefore, I am going to start on the next chapter at about this moment. It's most likely not going to give too much away, but you will learn more…and we might happen to meet an old friend soon….but you didn't hear it from me.

K one thing, there will be absolutely NO slash in this story. For those who read the old A/N from the last chapter, just ignore it. Please do not stop reading this story because you thought it might have slash in it, because it honestly doesn't. If there is any romance, it would be purely OC's anyway. Which it won't be, so yeah.

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