TaDa! Chapter three. Because its Christmas and all I shall give out gifts to those who need some fanfiction. Enjoy :)

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Spencer pushed his eyes shut against the intruding light and after a few moments failing to go back to sleep he blinked them open, just slightly glaring at the drawn back curtains. He rolled over and looked at the clock, five forty five. The bathroom was open and Morgan was nowhere to be found. He grumbled at his lack of sleep blaming his over processing brain for what could be explained easily. Morgan was tired and 'Spencer' came out instead of Reid. That would have worked as a simple explanation had the statistics of sleep deprivation and name relation not popped into his head, which suggested that the first name basis during a tired state was the true form of which the first party desired. Not that Reid would object to being called Spencer, it was just, odd, out of place, not normal.

Spencer sat up and put his feet to the floor. True he had felt differently towards Morgan, and the name mishap, as he was going to label it, had heightened his awareness of the fact. It took every ounce of energy he had to not act awkwardly around him. Spencer knew he was a mess in all other areas of life, his feelings proved to be no different.

The door clicked at the use of a key card and Morgan walked in looking up at him. "Hey there sleeping beauty; didn't think you were going to wake up." He walked over and handed Spencer a cup of coffee and a bag. "Multi grain, extra toasted."

Spencer smiled sniffing in the coffee; Morgan always managed to get the quantities right whereas when he had attempted once to be the nice guy, messed up the coffee even with an order. He stood and stretched then took a sip of his coffee moving over to look at the board. "Did Hotch call yet?"

"He sent a list of names to go talk to. Decedents family, friends and such." Morgan sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Reid squinting at his mappings. After a moment he set down his coffee and pulled out his glasses to take another go at it. He picked up the bagel tossing the bag in the trash and took a bite staring at the board. After a few minutes of silent chewing he said. "There is nothing here." He took another bite and turned to Morgan. Talking out of one side he said, "I thought about it last night, and none of these people have anything in common apart from their death. The unsub isn't going to have a marker on this, the only thing linking them all is the fact that they were breathing and he chose to end it. There location is pointless."

"We shouldn't rule anything out." Morgan said taking a drink from his coffee.

"I'm usually the first to say that but I mean it. Unless he is choosing people by location completely intoxicated, throwing darts at the map, while blindfolded, it's not the location."

Morgan nodded knowing Reid was probably right. But he did enjoy the man's confused look.

"What are we going to ask them?"

"Just the usual, did they feel in danger, ask if they knew the others, pretty much just a lot of ground work until Garcia can five us something or this guy messes up." Morgan shot his cup at the trash can, then cheered quietly for himself after he made it.

Reid rolled his eyes at him. "What?" Morgan said. "It was a nothing but…bag."

"You are ridiculous." Reid said smile gracing his lips.

"You mean ridiculously awesome!" Morgan said back playfully.

"Of course, how could I mess that up?" Reid laughed. "What time are we leaving?"

"We are meeting with local P.D. at seven to give them our profiles. Hotch said he doesn't want to release anything to the press just yet."

Reid nodded and went over to check the time. "I'm getting a shower. Call Garcia and see if she got anything off the tapes yet."

Morgan nodded and watched over his coffee mug as Reid gathered his clothes and went into the bathroom. When he heard the water come on he sighed and reached his hand up to rub his scalp. Either he had heard and didn't over process, or he didn't hear it at all. But the second he let Spencer slip off his lips last night he knew he was in deep trouble.

He picked up his phone and called Garcia.

"Mmm, just what I love in the morning. Tall and dark and Mocha." Garcia said with a giggle into the phone.

"Hey baby girl." He said back.

"I catch a hint of dismay and worry. What happened?"

"You are too good for your own brain you know that?"

"Of course I do, aside of the point. What happened?"

"I called him Spencer." He could almost physically feel her wince.

"What did he say about it?"

"Nothing yet, it was late last night so I don't think he heard me. At least, I'm praying he didn't."

"If he had he would've questioned you already. I think you are okay. Boy, you have to be more careful. Hold those tiger feelings at bay."

He laughed at her. "It just slipped out. I was tired."

"You should just tell him."

"Hmmm, maybe no."

"Alright, suffer alone."

"Alone?" He laughed. "I got you don't I?"

"Of course." She sighed. "My unrequited love interest after a mighty fine white chocolate genius, who am I to walk away in your time of need."

"What about Kevin?"

"Ooo, now he is a darling." She giggled.

He smiled. "How are the tapes coming?"

"Honestly sugar plum, I can't find anything to help you. All the uniforms I have looked at so far have been cleared as real people, doing real work. Unless this guy is killing on the job, I don't see anything suspicious. However I shall still search. I need to get my babies home for Christmas."

"Yeah, if I don't do anything else stupid that is."

"Is it really that farfetched? I mean really, if I were Reid, I would like you."

"Well you are not Reid, and I'm sure he thinks of me as just a meat head."

"He probably thinks that you think he is just an intellectual. Give it some time; I think you aren't the only one with a secret crush here. Just wait till I get some evidence."

"If you say so."Morgan laughed.

"I do. Goodbye, tell my other children I say hello, and be safe."

"Will do baby girl."

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So there you have it. Chapter four will be up sometime in the next few days.