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"Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can." - Dodie Smith

The ride back to the headquarters was cordial at best .Reid offered a few statics about states with bad drivers to which none of Morgan acknowledged other than with dismissive paralinguistic tones. He knew that Morgan profiled the entire exchange with James as flirting and he knew the senior agent knew he knew.

The why consumed Morgan's thoughts the entire drive. He knew Pretty Boy was aloof but he was still a profiler and the man's squared hips and inflated posture screamed preening and that didn't explain the kid's palms up display either. The only other time Reid had used magic to give out his card was when making a pass at the.. . Derek's mind pushed the incident far back in his head but he could stop the nagging thoughts of "Why" any more than then he change the color of his skin. Why would Reid do something so obvious as to hit on another guy in front of him… He didn't need these head games not now, not when he was the face of the BAU.

After "team sharing" they were ready to give the profile the city cops and then to the media.

Morgan stood taller than usual he had positioned himself two steps in front of the team. His voice came out firm and confident as he spoke

"We're looking for a possibly interracial male age 20-25 and a female not necessarily the same age much likely older. The male unsub has recently suffered a lost or a life changing event he could possibly be in denial of his own sexuality. The over kill on the first victim suggest a hate of self."

"Sexual orientation is a biologically based thing, and he can't control it any more than he can control the own desires to kill." Reid added playing background to foreground.

"Now the female unsub has a different motive she kill for revenge. A what they call undercover male has hurt her and she was not able to cope and now she wants the victims uhm … partner to suffer just as much as she has. The refinement of these crimes takes time so at least one of the unsubs most likely the female is highly educated…Last the victims knew the unsubs. The victims went there great lengths to keep their sexual orientation from everyone it was a rumor at best but never confirmed."

A red face sheriff looked in awe as Morgan spoke and after scratching his balding head spoke.

"This just keeps getting better and better first we have a serial killer that not only kills Negros but faggot Negros and you telling me it's a woman in on it too"

Anger surged through Morgan's entire being but before he could speak Reid had already grabbed his wrist and stepped forward placing himself in front of Derek.

"We would ask that you refrain from using any offensive terms when alerting civilians if you do not know the correct language to use agent Jearou can and will inform you."

"Thank you Dr. Reid" the unit chief offered "You have your profile please get this out as quickly as you can."

The ill-tempered agent made a b-line for the doors toward the exit stairs before anyone could ask a question the younger agent clumsily followed hot on his heels.

"Morgan…" the young agent reached for his team member.

"Don't touch me! It's not enough for you…I taught you those moves…Do you think I'm stupid Spencer?"

The young agent mouth opened. N-N-N

"Don't answer that you're a genius everyone is dummier then Dr. Reid."

Morgan's words stung like acid boring a hole into his flesh.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about …" he whispered wishing his voice came out like a mighty roar like Derek's unlike the subtle coo of pigeons it was as he put his back against the wall.

The next action took mere second Morgan was coming at him was like a freight train derailed stopping just short of his personal space they were maybe three feet apart. The agent's glace was cruel much more painful than any bodily harm.

"I don't want to talk right now and I damn sure don't need you leaping to my defense either Dr. Reid so back the hell off and wait"

The senior agent stormed off. Reid watched letting his body sink toward the ground in the empty stairwell not knowing what to say or do as he felt something hurt so deep inside. Yes, he wanted to make Derek react emotions don't lie people do , but not like this he was more confused than ever. He didn't know whether it was jealousy or anger or dominance that fueled that response. His kinesics was clear "leave me alone" but his words "not now", "wait", "don't defend me"… Reid wasn't sure of anything when it came to Morgan's feelings. By mid-night the team was running on fumes bumping their head against a brick wall that seem only to grow taller than the mountains of Everest causing Agent Hotchner to call for some much need rest.

The knock was soft and timid he knew who it was and all he had to do was ignore it. Derek Morgan didn't know what he felt and this case was not making thing any easier or clearer. Derek Morgan liked women and Spencer Reid was not that but he couldn't deny what had happen or pass it off as a drunken thing. All parties were pretty sober in the break room and it had felt good too good. It felt like his world was coming to piece fragmented by his emotions each time he allowed Reid apart of him. Couldn't he bring that big brain of his to see that this conversation he need so badly could only cause them more turmoil, more question, more lies.

The soft almost apologetic thud came again no question of "are you there?" but "will you answer?" lingered in the stale air unsaid Derek had lost it earlier which was no excuses but it happened, Morgan's hands rubbed across his face backward to his head in defeat and looked at the door. He saw the contempt in that sheriff why couldn't Reid just let him handle it. Morgan could speak for his self, he the protector. The knock came again still soft but heavy with resolve the senior agent made a bit too much noise walking toward the door signaling his answer.

There he was Spencer Reid and IQ of 187 and eidetic memory and no clue how to fix what he did wrong or what was going on between him and Derek Morgan but he wanted to try.

"Reid I'm not ready to talk right now"

"I know. Can I just come in for one second?"

The older man step aside despite his better judgment.

Reid brush past the agent and move to the center of the room fidgeting awkwardly although there was no normal way to fidget but when Reid did he always felt like he was doing it wrong which caused him to fidget more and then " 2 ,3 ,5 ,7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29 ,31 ,37 ,41 ,43 ,47 ,53 ,59 ,61 ,67…"

"Derek… I'm I'm sorry"

He moved his hand and fire danced from his fingers as he presented a single red rose.

Derek took the rose and lean against the nearby table fighting the urge to smile. It was smooth in a geeky sort away. Reid hands keep moving with a deck of cards from his pocket as he started to speak.

"I was selfish and made a complete…"

The cards spilled from his hands at Derek making him jump and then he saw the donkeys printed on the card each with a hand drawn thought bubble saying

"Sorry"

Reid knelt down to pick of the mess he had crated his eye more on the floor as thought he could find and rewrite the theory of relativity than the other agent.

"Derek I'm scared of too." he said is voice not above a whisper.

The other agent knelt down and began gathering cards maybe hid attempt at an apology had not been so futile so he continued.

"I'm, I'm, I'm scared of everything of-of-of you of myself of what other people may think…"

"And all I know is these feeling of which I can't explain I mean I can explain where they derive from I mean functionally speaking, the insula-cortex is believed to process convergent information to produce an emotionally relevant context for sensory experience. More specifically, the anterior insula is related more to olfactory, gustatory, vicero-autonomic, and limbic function, while the posterior insula is related more to auditory-somesthetic-skeletomotor function. Functional imaging experiments have revealed that the insula has an important role in pain experience and the experience of a number of basic emotions, including anger, fear, disgust, happiness and sadness. But- but- but that that doesn't explain why when your next to me….." He stopped still not making eye contact with the older agent.

" I am a man of science Derek I really of fact, statics, and experiments so I keep testing whatever this is….and the results the results…."

Morgan reached for the frantic and rambling genius hand and led him off the floor Reid didn't pull away as they stood there Morgan holding on to his wrist the only thing keeping them tether was the mellow hum of the air condition acting as their lighthouse beckon saying "Shore is here." neither look at one another and no one made any attempt to change.

Derek broke at last and pulled the young genius into a hug his arms wrapping around the thin man waist, but still no words came as they just stood there in the middle of the dimly lit room. The elevator's ding acting as their buoys saying "Don't drift too far."

"Stay." It was all Morgan could manage to say he didn't want to talk or think or reason, just feel. Feel the quickly beating pulse of the young doctor than again maybe it was his as their faces brushed against one another like oceans do coastlines. He smell the old coffee and sugar on his breath as they moved to their forehead touching. He felt the warmth that now felt like electricity from the young man's hands on his forearms, the current slowly drifted upward finding its resting place at the nape of his neck. How many times had he shared this position with a woman three… maybe seven counting his family. He felt his arms move on their own accord tracing a similar path upward only to find their sanctuary on the young doctor's face.

The young doctor leaned into the older agent's hand brushing his softly against his palm allowing his own hand to forage and seek comfort at the older agent's wrist. He felt the softness of Derek's thumbs trace across his lips. He opened his eye to see Morgan staring at him as though his brain was on display and If it was the senior agent didn't say so he just took his hand and ran it threw the small man's short crop stopping at the nape of his neck and pulling him closer. Reid's hand and arms move instinctually to his back. He felt Morgan's lips and nose and graze a slow trail from his shoulder to his ear.

"Stay."

If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.

Anna Freud

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