Once on the plane, I took a seat in the back by the window. I loved looking out the window as we flew in the air. It gave me some peace at mind. I closed my eyes, and leaned my head against the back of the seat. "You alright there Pretty Boy?" The sound of that name made me snap my eyes open. I looked over to the side of me to see Morgan standing there. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning either. He read my face, and could see that I really didn't want him to be calling me by that name anymore. Once he broke up with me, he lost that right. As if he read my mind, he looked down at the seat that was in front of him.

"Sorry." He said, lowly.

"Force of habit. You know?" He said, smiling at the last part.

I did understand. Calling somebody a certain name for such a long period of time, is hard to just break out of that cycle. But I wanted him to break it, and break it quick. The more he called me that name, the more it hurt my feelings. When he was to call me that. He would say it out of love and respect for me, but now that that is gone, I don't want him to say it anymore. It just hurts.

"Yeah. I get it." I said, looking down at that same seat that he was just staring at himself.

I could still feel his eyes on me, but I didn't look up to meet them. I didn't want to see what was being held in them. I just wanted to do my job. "Listen." He said, as he slid down in the seat I was staring at. "Just because we aren't. You know." He said, making a gesture in between us. He couldn't just say the words, broken up? I shook my head in understanding. He sighed.

"That doesn't mean that I don't still respect you. Because I do. It's just that..." He couldn't find the right words that he was looking for. "It's just that. I don't want what happened to us, to be what stops us from being friends, and partners. I want to still work with, but I also want to still be there for you too." I shook my head.

"You can't have your cake and eat it to Morgan." I said, looking at him for the first time. He looked back at me. And I saw that his eyes held something. I wasn't really sure of what it was, but I wanted to say sadness, or regret. "I know that Spencer. I do." He shook his head. "It's just. Give me some time, please. Just let me get used to the idea again of not having you as mine anymore." I felt something pull inside me, when he said that. His? He was the one that wanted this in the first place. "You where the one that wanted this in the first place Derek." I said, keeping my voice down. So that no one at the front of the jet could hear us.

"Yes I did. Because I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't just." He stopped. I shook my head. "No. Tell me. Tell me why you didn't want me anymore." "It's not that I don't want you." My eyebrow went up at that. He said 'don't' not 'didn't'. "It's just that. I feel like I shouldn't be with you. Like being with you is a bad thing. I feel like that if I'm with you then I'm holding you back from something." "Something like what?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Something that's better than me. Rather it's a job, or another guy. I feel like you can do better." I leaned into him then.

"I don't want anybody else Derek. I don't want another job, and I don't want another partner. I just want you. I've always wanted you, and when you told me that you were willing to take the next step, and be with me, I thought that I was going to die from being so happy. Then you told me that you didn't want to be with me anymore, and all day I have been telling myself to just ignore the fact that you even exist. Because it hurts so bad, that you didn't feel the same way about me." I felt sting that I had in my eyes that night come back to me. I blinked it away. He put his hand on my knee. " Spencer." "Let's go over the case one more time before we land in Minnesota." Hotch said, at the front of the jet. Derek turned at the sound of his voice. Then he looked back at me. I smiled. "Never fails." I say, as I get up, and walk up to the front of the jet.

As we went over the case again, Derek and I didn't say another word to each other on the plane. As we began to land, we got into our black sedans and drove to the police station that we were suppose to be helping out with on this case. Once there, we all got our things together, and began to talk with the officers there. We shared information, and got more insight on the boy, Blake. After all the information that we knew was shared, Hotch broke us up into groups. "Reid? You and Morgan go to talk to the father. Emily and Rossi talk to the teachers. JJ and I will go to the crime scene." We all split up then. Driving up to the father's house, we could see from the way his yard looked that he was good stay at home dad. The lawn was mod, and he had flowers planted. "I'll take the led on this one okay?" Derek said, before we knocked on the door. "That's fine with me." I said, as I stood by, and waited for him to knock. Once he did. We waited for an answer.

"Mr. Higgsworth? FBI." We waited. No answer. "Mr. Higgsworth! FBI!" He said, again. Still nothing. He twisted the handle on the door. It opened right up for us. Morgan drew his gun. "Mr. Higgsworth?" He said, as he stepped into the room with caution. I was right behind him, with my gun drawn as well. "Mr. Higgsworth?" I said, looking around in the kitchen, as Morgan looked in the living room. "Clear." I said, coming out of the kitchen. "Yeah. In here too." "Upstairs?" I ask, tilting my head to the stairs. "Led the way." He said, waiting for me to make a move. As we walked up the stairs, we called for him, but he never answered. We cleared every room, but Blake's room. "Mr. Higgsworth?" I asked, stepping into the room. I walked all the way into the room, until I stopped at the bed. "Morgan!" I said, in a shocked voice. There he was. Mr. Higgsworth. Dead at the end of Blake's bed. Morgan came into the room. "What's up?" He said, with his gun put away. "Mr. Higgsworth." I said, pointing at him. We shared a look. I went to check him out. "He's cold." I said, looking back at Morgan. "He's been dead for awhile." I then checked out where the blood was coming from. "It looks like he took a serious blow to the head." "Serious enough to kill him." Morgan said, as a statement. Not a question. "I'm calling Hotch." He said, as he pulled out his phone. As he began to get his phone out, and dial Hotch's number, I noticed something in the closet that was in front of me. I walked up to it with caution. Not sure of what or who was in it. I opened it up, and before I could even do anything, a man jumped out of it, and hit me with something. I fell to the ground with a thug. "Morgan!" I screamed. He turned his attention to me in seconds. He had his gun out, and ready to fire.

"Stop right there! FBI!"

The man looked at both of us. He had short sandy brown hair, was wearing a light brown dress clothes. Maybe in his mid 30s. He looked as if he was freaking out. "Listen." Derek said, as he lowered his gun a little. "Nobodies going to hurt you. Just put the gun down." The guy was panicking. Looking back and forth between Morgan and me. "Just put it down, and we can talk about this." He looked at me, and slowly put the gun. "Good." Morgan said, and then walked up to him. He took the gun away, and handcuffed him to the bedpost. He then walked up to me, and knelled down beside me. "You okay?" He asked, in a soft low voice. He took my face into his right hand, and examined it. "Ow..." I said, lowly. It did hurt. "Sorry." He said, making a face. "Looks like it's going to leave a bruise." I winced. "Great." He laughed at that. "Come on." He said, getting up, and reaching a hand out to me. I took it. "Thanks." I said, getting up on my feet, and looking at the man that hit me with the butt of his gun. "What's your name?" I asked, keeping my distance from him. Fool me once shame on you. I thought to myself. "Eric." He said, looking at Morgan. "Eric what?" Morgan asked, in a harsh tone. "Eric Anderson."

"Why were you hiding in Blake's closet?" I asked. "I-I was cold." I gave Morgan a look. "If you want us to help you, your going to have to do a lot better than that." He said, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Why were you hiding in the closet?" I asked again. He looked down. Showing clear signs of the fact that he was thinking of another lie. "Look." Morgan said, louder than I think he intended to be. "We don't have time for this. What were you doing in the closet?" He was in his face now. Being intimidating. "I was hiding okay. I came in here looking for Mr. Higgsworth. I found him dead in here, and before I could leave you two showed up. I got scared, and thought you was going to arrest me. But I promise I didn't do this. I found him like that. It wasn't me." His said, in a high pitched voice. I sighed. I looked at Morgan to see him staring right back at me. No words were said. "Are you arresting me?" He asked, after a long second.

"Yeah. We are."

Morgan said, leaning against the bedroom wall. "But I told you it wasn't me. I didn't do it." He started to ramble on. "Shut up!" Morgan yelled. His mouth closed immediately. Not long after that, Hotch and the rest of the gang showed up. We took Eric in for questioning, while the EMT guys looked around for evidence. We sat in the Blue Bridge Station as Morgan and Hotch interviewed Eric. As Morgan came back into the bullpen, he looked upset. He sat down by me, and sighed. "What's wrong?" I asked. It's funny because at the very beginning of this day, I told myself that I wasn't going to say a word to him, and yet here I am. Holding conversations with him. He looked at me. "I'm just tired. He's not giving us anything in there, and frankly. I just wanna go to the hotel that we are staying at, and go to bed." I shook my head. "I agree completely." He made a face. "What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Does it still hurt?" He asked, moving his hand over my cheek lightly.

"A little." I said, lowly. "You should have been more aware of what was happening around you." I looked down at my lap. "Yeah. I know. I learned that one the hard way." He laughed. "That's not funny." I said, in a some what high pitched voice. He laughed harder, and shook his head. "I'm sorry. Your right. It's not funny." I gave him my best glare. His smile disappeared, and was replaced with a look that I knew all to well. "That's really not intimidating. You know that right? It's really more cute than anything else." I rolled my eyes. His smile returned. He then stood up, and smoothed his hand over my back. At that very moment, I shivered. I always hated what his touches could do to me.

I hoped that he didn't notice it, but I didn't look up at him to see if he did. He smoothed his hand across my back, and made his way to the break room for some much needed coffee. I sat there, and looked at the pictures of the two crime scenes. One from Blake Higgsworth's death, and the other for Mr. Higgsworth's death. Something was there. There was something in these photos that told the story that I was looking for, but I just couldn't see it. Not yet anyway. Sighing, I got up, and went into the break room for coffee myself. As I leaned against the counter and drunk it, Emily came into the room. "Hotch got him to talk." I looked at Morgan, who was mirroring the very same expression that I know I had on my face. "How?" I said, moving from the counter, and rushing into the room. "I don't know. He said somethings about his family, and he just opened right up to him." "Well. Lets see what he had to say." Morgan said.