Soooooo, was anyone else's Christmas break filled with drunken adventures and angry family drama? I mean come on, it's not Christmas without it. Anyway, here is Chapter 4!

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The whole way to the police station Morgan was sweating his brains off. "You did realize it was a week until Christmas didn't you pretty boy?"

"Of course I did." He said leaning into place his hands on the hot dash. Somehow he had completely managed to forget proper winter attire. And by the time they left the hotel there was a fresh two inches of snow on the rental vehicle and the forecast said it would continue to snow all day. Sure he had his Pea coat, but no gloves, no scarf, no hat. Derek couldn't take any more clothes off without being indecent for work. "Sorry." Reid said and moved to turn the heat down.

"It's fine; just leave it. Can't have our brilliant mind catch a cold." Morgan put the heat back up.

"My core body temperature is always four degrees below that of the average human. Combined with my past drug addiction and lower body weight for a male of my height and bad circulation,"

"Reid," Morgan said cutting him off, "You are cold, its winter. It's not a crime in need of explanation. I'll get you warm."

Reid blushed at his choice of words and noted that Morgan hadn't seen it since he was concentrating on the road. He looked at his hands which were the coldest part of him. Suddenly Morgan's jacket was in his lap. He looked over at Morgan who had a little smile on his lips. "What?"

"You." He smiled larger.

Reid raised an eyebrow in question. "What about me?"

"I'm just wondering what you were thinking of to distract you from packing more; well more practical. I've never seen you so unprepared."

Reid wrapped his hands up in Morgan's jacket, "I was just elsewhere is all."

Morgan was worried he'd offended him when Reid turned to the window. Reid just didn't want Morgan to see the blush on his cheeks as he remembered trying to pack but he had been too focused on the ride home with Morgan to focus properly on packing.

'Great Spencer,' He thought to himself, 'Right Genius you are.'

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Meeting with the local P.D. was more annoying than it had to be. Of course the chief misread Rossi who asked why they had waited three years to contact the FBI which started a verbal turf war. He referred to the girls as Barbies with guns, Morgan was the interracial ken doll, Reid was called a little boy with a plastic stethoscope to which he had replied, "Wrong kind of Doctor Genius." Which made Morgan laugh, not to the chagrin of Hotch who was still trying to deal with the man, and they were all locked out off the chief's office.

"I hate dealing with people during the holidays; it's like everyone goes nucking futs." Prentiss whispered. They all watched Hotchner arguing with the department chief through the office glass.

"Nucking futs…oh I get it." Reid said to himself mostly but loud enough for the others to hear in such close proximity.

"You've never heard that before?" Prentiss asked.

"No." Reid said downcast. "Contrary to popular belief not all Double BA and Triple PhD carrying members of the FBI know everything. Like how to pack or simple jokes."

"How to pack?" J.J. said. "What are you talking about?"

"I forgot that it was going to be cold and all." Reid said quietly ashamed of himself.

"Oh; so that's why you had Morgan's jacket on when you came in." He nodded at her and she went on. "Awe he's a sweetheart."

"Who's a sweetheart?" Morgan said coming back from the break room at the tail end of the conversation. He handed the other four there coffee and sat down next to Reid.

"You are." Prentiss said to him. "Giving Reid your coat."

"We had the heat on in the car so high I couldn't have worn it anyway." He laughed.

"Well it is still nice." J.J. said.

"You guys are acting as if I never do anything nice; I just brought everyone back coffee didn't I?"

The girls chuckled at him and drank their coffee waiting for Hotch to finish up his argument. Over all FBI would get the case. With as many deaths as there were, a jurisdiction battle was pointless; but Hotch always wanted to have the good graces of the department behind them.

After an hour of wasted time the arguing died down and Hotch came out. He looked at Rossi first. "Not a word out of you, ever." He said holding a stern face for a moment before cracking a smile. They knew it wasn't Rossi's fault, this department Chief was just an ass. "We are going to brief their department on the profile you've all worked up so far. But let's just say they are not too happy we are here."

"Sure let's just let them push this under the rug for another year so they can all go home early on Christmas Eve." J.J. said angrily. "Honestly this should have been dubbed serial the first year it happened."

Hotch nodded. "I couldn't agree more, but we are here now so let's finish it."

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"What are you doing?" Spencer asked when Morgan turned away from their first destination, and he flicked the volume on the angry GPS down.

"Got to get you some gloves, pretty boy." He said and pulled into the department store parking lot.

"But we are working."Reid argued. "Surely my incompetence can be put aside until later."

"I am not having you cold all day." He opened the door and jumped out. "Just stay in the car and stay warm, I'll be back in a minute."

Reid opened his mouth to argue that surely he could go in and buy his own gloves; and that the trip wasn't necessary; but the door shut and instead Reid let out a frustrated grumble.

He did not understand Morgan sometimes, this being one of them. Why on earth take time out of their work to get gloves for him? He could deal with the cold; maybe Morgan didn't want to hear him complain all day.

"Great," He muttered to himself, "I have achieved burden status. Pull yourself together Spencer."

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Taxing was one way that their job could easily be described as. After a full day of delivering bad news, receiving unanswered questions, and the 7th body being found, taxing was a perfect way to describe it.

Morgan flopped onto his bed letting out a long breath, attempting to relax his muscles.

"Shower?" Reid asked lazily; walking in behind him.

'With you, sure.' "You go ahead," Morgan said. "I'll get one later."

"Alright."

Morgan couldn't help but notice how tired Reid had seemed all day. Combined with the cold and getting nowhere with the case he looked exhausted and frustrated.

He heard the shower turn on. "I'll just close my eyes until he's done." He said to himself rolling on his side.

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Spencer draped the towel over his shoulders and exited the bathroom small smile forming on his lips at the sight of Morgan curled up on his side out cold.

He walked over placing a gentle hand on his shoulder shaking lightly. "Morgan, I'm out." He said quietly.

A grumbled sleep response was all he got. He laughed quietly, shaking him a bit harder.

"Hmm?" Morgan rolled over; his eyes blinking open. "He pretty boy." He said sleepily.

Spencer blushed and stepped back. "I'm done in the bathroom."

Morgan got up and pulled off his shoes, shirt, and replaced his jeans with sleep sweats. Spencer heard him mumble "too tired." As he laid back down, pulling the covers up to his shoulders.

Spencer placed his towel over a chair to dry before turning off the light. He heard what he could only assume was a half asleep 'good night' from across the room, and hesitantly he replied, "Good night, Derek." He smiled, liking the sound of the first name basis.

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Well there you have it. I am not sure how satisfied I am with it; but I am so excited about the end and truth be told I love the case so I must press on past the relational stuff. I hope you like it! Next chapter will be here soon.