If You're Not the One

Song: If You're Not the One

By: Daniel Bedingfield

If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
if you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

Spencer Reid had never been the most confident of people, but one thing he knew for sure was, He would never be good enough for Derek Morgan. He was, as Garcia dubbed him, "A sculptuous god of chocolate thunder." Reid was nothing; a scrawny, pale, featherweight of a man, and no matter how many times the girls told him he was a catch, he could never believe it himself.

As he sits at his desk and watches yet another girl flirt with Morgan, his hopes get crushed. Emily caught the heavy sigh and looked at him sympathetically. "You know, you'll never see how much you mean to him if you keep those feelings to yourself." She says.

"Emily, 1) He's not gay! And 2) I'm not good enough." He says, looking down at the file that he hadn't touched for an hour.

"Honey, we're worried about you." Emily says.

"I'm fine." He mutters.

"Oh really? Then why haven't you touched that stack of files that would normally have been done an hour ago?" She asks. "Look, just tell me what's wrong."

Reid sighed again. "When we went out to get coffee yesterday, I don't know, I was so happy to finally have some alone time between us, you know, like how it used to be." He says, a sad smile on his face. "We've been so distant, so when I almost tripped and he grabbed my hand to catch me, the sparks flew, I could feel it." Reid said, looking down at his paper, looking at it as if he were close to tears.

"What happened?" Emily presses, knowing the young genius needed to get it off his chest.

"He went to make what I guess was a joking remark to me, but then his phone rang. It was that girl he met at the bar the other day." He said, breath catching a little.

"Oh sweetie. I guarantee it was nothing." Emily says.

"I need more coffee." Reid says barely audible as he heads to the break room.

Emily sighed as she watched him walk away.

I'll never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

Morgan noticed the distraught genius as he made his way to get more coffee. He walked away from the woman he was talking to, clearly not interested, and instead went to go figure out what was up with his Pretty Boy. "Hey you." Morgan says, walking up behind him.

Reid said nothing for a moment. "Hello… Earth to Reid." Morgan says.

"Huh? Oh sorry Morgan." Reid says, sounding like he was a million miles away.

"Are you ok?" Morgan asks.

"I'm good." Reid says, forcing a smile on his face, walking back to his desk.

Morgan knew something was up, and he was determined to figure out what.

If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

Later that night, Morgan lay in bed with Clooney snuggled to his side, thinking of the young genius. They'd been friends going on seven years now, and he swore they were close enough that they no longer kept secrets from eachother. "Ah Clooney, he looked so upset today. I just don't know what's wrong, he won't tell me." He says, the dog snuffles in response.

Morgan smiles at the memories of how Reid grew to mean so much to him over the years. At first he was like a kid brother to him; All awkward and nerdy. As the years went on, he could feel those feelings change into something more. The kid had grown up to be more confident, less awkward, and beautiful. He had never seen such beautiful hazel eyes before; so full of emotion. Then there was his hair. He couldn't help it every time he ran his fingers through it. His body had filled out a bit more from the awkward boy like quality it had before. But his most favorite thing was hi smile. He loved it when he could make the boy smile. "Ah Cloon, I got it bad." He says with a smile.

"I wonder how he is right now." Morgan says, worry creasing his brow.

Meanwhile, in Reid's apartment, the young genius was lying on his bed, hugging a pillow to his chest, wishing that life would for once, deal him a kind hand. Morgan loved him yes, but not the way he wanted. "He deserves to be happy. He deserves to have a loving woman, who can give him a family. I can't do that." He thinks. He wasn't aware how much it hurt to think that, until a tear fell to the pillow beneath his head. Never in his life did he need his mother than right now, and unfortunately, she wasn't doing too well today according to her doctor.

I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

Morgan wasn't expecting for anyone to call, until his phone rang. When he looked at the screen, he saw that it was Emily. "Hey Em. What's up?"

"Can you please go check on Reid? We've all been trying to call him, but he doesn't answer. I think he turned his phone off." She says worriedly.

"I'm sure he's ok. He's probably just sleeping." Morgan says.

"Derek. You saw how he was today. I really think you need to talk to him." She says, begging him.

Morgan sighed. "Ok. I'll go check on him. I'll let you know if he's ok." Morgan says.

"Thank you." Emily says.

Morgan drove to Reid's house in silence. He was worried about Reid. The young genius never turned his phone off. When he pulled up to the apartment building, he tried calling Reid to let him know he was on his way up, but he just got his voicemail again. Morgan sighed for the 15th time that day and trudged up the stairs to the second floor. He knocked on apartment 23 and waited. He heard some movement on the other side of the door before it opened, revealing a disheveled looking genius. "Hey Pretty Boy, you ok?" He asked, noticing the tear tracks on his face.

"I'm ok." Reid says, looking at the hardwood floor.

"Reid." He says softly, before walking in and closing the door. "I'm not a profiler for nothing. Tell me what's wrong."

Reid sobs a little. He couldn't hold them in anymore. "You're gonna hate me."

"Not possible." Morgan says. "Come here; tell me what's the matter." He says gently, pulling Reid into a loving embrace.

'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
You know my heart is by your side

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I could stay in your arms

"I-I miss you." Reid says, choking on his sobs.

"Pretty Boy. I'm right here." Morgan says, confused.

"You haven't been as close to me as you used to be." Reid says, trying to calm his breathing so Morgan could understand him.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. But what brought this on?" Morgan asks, running a soothing hand through Reid's soft chestnut locks.

"I…" Reid hesitated for a few seconds. He needed to get this out; he couldn't keep it in anymore. "I love you. I do, and I know that… That you don't feel the same, but, I couldn't keep it in anymore." Reid says, closing his eyes; waiting for the rough shove and angry words that would come, but they never did. Instead, to his amazement, the hand in his hair continued as he felt himself get pulled closer.

"That's all? Pretty Boy, you could have told me sooner. You know I could never be mad at you for that." He says softly, kissing the top of Reid's head lovingly.

"B-But I thought." Reid couldn't continue. To say he was shocked was an understatement.

"That I was straight? I know. I thought I was too. Then you got past my defenses." He says, the hand in his hair moving to cup the side of his face. "I love you too Pretty Boy." He says; thumb wiping away the tears running down those soft pale cheeks.

Reid didn't know he was being pulled closer until he felt Morgan's lips on his. Soft and sweet on his own soft plush lips. After a few seconds they pulled apart, looking at eachother lovingly. "Now I think it's time for Pretty Boys to go to bed." Morgan says with a sweet smile.

"C-Can you… Can you stay with me?" Reid asks softly.

"Of course Baby. Anything for you." Morgan says, leading them back to Reid's bedroom.

Ugh! Ok. This song just screamed to have a songfic done to it. Thank you all for reading. Try to get another one done soon.