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"Spence? Why do I hear Will's phone?" J.J asks quietly.

All eyes swivel to Reid, and his face heats; he's so not used to all the attention.

"I-" He purses his lips thoughtfully. "It's a figment of your imagination. Your subconscious wants to hear the cell phone ring so..." Reid rambles.

This is so not how it was supposed to go.

J.J narrows her eyes and Reid squirms.

"Well, it's getting late- I think-" Morgan says as he gets up to collect glasses and plates.

"Sit." J.J says quietly. Morgan sinks back on the couch.

"Now. Morgan, Reid...tell me why I hear Will's cell phone." She crosses arms, a brow arched menacingly.

"It was supposed to be art!" Reid bawks as Morgan nudges him with his foot.

"Spence? What are you talking about?" J.J steps closer.

"What did you do, Reid?" Gideon cocks his head, staring at him as well.

"Nothing. It was supposed to be art." Reid pouts as he pulls a loose thread on Morgan's pants leg.

Reid sighs looking up at J.J.

"I mean...now you can be with Emily without LaMontagne pawing at you. I did for you Jayj." He stares up at her with puppy dog eyes.

"I did it for you and Em." He whispers.

Haley and Garcia shiver.

Hotch brow furrows.

"What I don't get is that you work for the B.A.U. And yet you were so-"

"It was a crime of passion." Morgan pipes up as he rubs Reid's hand.

"We didn't actually plan to do it. He- accused J.J on cheating and it just...set the ball rolling. We-" Morgan's words pour out as he bites his lip.

"Come on guys, can't you see why?"Morgan pleads. Not for himself, but for Reid.

"We fight bad guys to keep others safe. There are rules and norms put into place. A moral buffer if you will. And you two-"Gideon scolds as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Gideon groans as he gets up, rubbing his hands together.

"I have to call the authorities Reid. Morgan. It's my obligation. You do understand that, don't you?"

Gideon's voice is crestfallen as he pulls out his cellphone. Reid hangs his head and sobs.

Morgan sinks to the floor, wrapping his arms around Reid's slight frame, rubbing his back in calming strokes.

"It's okay Pretty Boy. Everything's gonna be alright." Morgan murmurs as he kisses the top of Reid's head. Reid squeezes tighter to Morgan as he hears the sirens and the room floods with lights of red and blue.

Hayley, Garci, J.J and Emily let out shuttering sobs as the lights get brighter.

Hotch sighs, rubbing Hayley's shoulder.

The room is silent.

The night has fallen around them.

So...Morgan and Reid passionate killers for the sake of mind, free will and others subtextuality (j.j and em have a thing I swear. If I could write femslash, I would.)

What do you think?

Would really appreciate your deep thinky thoughts.