We walked down the hall, and took a left turn to the first door on the right. Inside the room, there was a glass window. We could see Hotch and Eric through it, but they couldn't see us. We walked up to it, and turned the nob on the box by the glass. That's when we heard them talking. "Why were you at Blake's house?" Hotch asked, as he sat across the table from Eric. "I was going to go visit Mr. Higgsworth. He had been under investigation, and I was there to ask him so questions."

"Questions about what?" Eric sighed. "Questions about Blake."

He looked at Hotch as if whatever he was about to say, made him feel sick inside.

"We had reason to believe that Blake was being molested by his father."

That was a shocker to everybody. "This just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" Morgan said, as he walked out of the investigation room. I followed. "Morgan." I called after him. He kept walking. "Morgan." I said, again. He wouldn't answer. "Derek." He stopped. He wouldn't turn to look at me. I walked around him, to see him face first. We just stared at each other for a second. I sighed.

He could never hide anything from me. He was always like an open book. "When is it going to stop?" He said, so low that I almost didn't catch it. "I don't know." It was the truth. I didn't. You could never tell with these things. There were times where I believed that it would never stop. "It's things like that, that mess up kids. Things that scar them for life." He ranted. I shook my head in agreement. "I know. I know." I said, as I closed the gap between us, and hugged him. The warmth seeming so familiar with me, and so new all at the same time. He hugged me back. Tight. My hands smoothing over his broad back. He took in a breath.

"I miss this so much." He whispered to me. I just hugged him tighter.

"I miss you." He said, finally.

"We only been broken up for two days." I said, trying to make a joke out of it, but it didn't fly. "Feels like forever." He said, still holding on to me. "It does." I admitted. "Can we just leave. Go somewhere, where none of this mattered at all?" I pulled away him slowly. "I wish we could." I stepped away from him. "But this is our job Derek. We can't just slack off, and run away from it." He brought his hand up to my good cheek.

He moved his hand over it, and through my hair. "I wish we could." He said, back to me. I smiled warmly at him. He smiled back warmly, and took a few steps closer to me. I felt my heart rate speed up. His eyes glassed over. The same look that he had gave me in the bullpen before Emily came in. He leaned down, and I could feel his breath on my face. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to kiss him, and just forget about all the drama that was going on between us and around us.

I just wanted for it to be about him and me for a second. If only that much. But I knew I couldn't. I couldn't be with him. Because we couldn't do this to each other. We couldn't just use each other like this because we were feeling vulnerable moment. So I took in a deep breath, and pushed him away. He looked at me with questioning eyes. I shook my head. "I can't do this. We can't do this." He shook his head at me. "I thought you.." I stopped him. "I do. I really, really do. But I can't." "What's stopping you?" He asked, pulling me back to him. "Morgan! Reid!" I jumped, and pushed myself away from him again. It was Rossi. He was standing on the other end of the hall. "Hotch needs us in the bullpen." "We'll be right there!" I yelled back at him. I looked back at Morgan. He didn't say anything. He just walked away from me. I felt really bad then, but I can't let it effect my work. I wouldn't. Going back into the bullpen with the rest of the group, I sat as far away as I could from Derek. "It turns out that Blake was a victim to more than one crime, and could be what resulted in his death."

Hotch said, in his stern serious voice. "Blake Higgsworth was being sexually abused by his father Mike Higgsworth." I couldn't help, but glance at Morgan then. He looked down at the paper that was in front of him, but said nothing. 'Must be so hard on him right now.' I thought to myself. "What we need to do now, is look into everything that we came find about Mike Higgsworth. His death could be the key as to who killed Blake." With that said, we were all dismissed, but before either I, or Morgan could walk out of the bullpen, we were stopped by Rossi. "Lets talk." He said, as he lead us into the office that he was taking over for the case. We all sat down. He just stared at us for a minute. "This." He said, gesturing between Morgan and me. "Has got to stop." I quick glanced at Morgan.

"There is nothing going on between us Rossi." I said, lowly.

"Come on Reid do you think I'm stupid? Everyone can clearly see that there is something going on between you two. The way you look at each other. The reassuring gestures you give one another." Morgan shook his head. "There is nothing going on with us Rossi. Nothing at all." He smiled. But not in a friendly way. "Maybe not anymore, but there was." I looked down at my hands then. "Look. I don't know what went on between you two doing that 2 month time off you guys had together, but it's starting to effect your jobs. Now either straighten it out, or I will." Those words were the words that I never wanted to hear.

And with that said, Rossi walked out of the office. I said, nor did anything in the moment. I heard Morgan sigh heavily next to me, and I looked over at him. He gave me an apologetic look. "Pretty Boy.." I shook my head. I got up from the chair, and walked out of the room. Leaving Morgan alone, and in the dem light of the office. 'Dammit!' I thought to myself. We should have never started this to begin with! I should've just keep my mouth shut, and went on with letting my inter feelings stay hidden! Now I might be out of a job! This was just great. The perfect way to end my day. I walked into the hotel that we were suppose to be staying at, and went to the front desk. "Hey." I said, to the pretty blond lady in front of me. "Can you tell me the room that I'm suppose to be staying in? Spencer Reid." I said, as I waited for her to give me an answer.

She looked down at her book of names, and looked back up at me with a smile. "Yes. Mr. Reid. You'll be staying in room 119. With a Derek Morgan." I looked at her as if she was stupid then. "What? Are you sure about that?" I asked her, leaning over to look at the book myself. She frowned at little. "Yes Ser. Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan room 119." I sighed. "Thanks." I said, pulling tight on my messenger bag. I walked up the stairs to the second floor. Now this was a perfect way to end my night. Spending it with the one person I dislike most right now. I opened the door, and there he was stepping out of the bathroom in just some brown plaid pajama bottoms, and his toothbrush in his mouth. I made a face, and looked up at the ceiling. Why God? Just why? I walked completely into the room, and shot the door back behind me.