Implicated…A cinny-ster fic

Guilt and innocence. This chapter is short also but packs a powerful punch. Morgan's reaction brought tears to my eyes. If you think you know where this is heading and you feel I am off base with Morgan's reaction hang on don't give up Chapter 6 will include an authors note explaining these chapters at the end of them.

As always I do not own any part of CBS, ABC, Criminal Minds or the characters of the show. All original characters are of my own imagination and any resemblance to living or deceased persons is purely coincidental. For entertainment purposes only.

And a huge thank you to a special person who fed this monster and inspired this story. Thank you for letting me have the initial idea and run with in my own cinny-ster way!

And big time thanks to all of you, (you know who you are) who help me daily with reading and suggesting helpful ways to improve the stories I attempt to write. With out the reader and the reviews I would never do this, so Thank You from the bottom of my heart!

Cinny

Guilt and Innocence

Chapter 5

Spencer rubbed his hands down his face. He rocked back and forth in the seat. Morgan watched him shaking his head.

"Hotch that was it, you just passed the alley!" Reid said as he pointed to the service road.

"Where not stopping, I do not want you anywhere near that crime scene. And I mean it Reid. You will go home and stay there. From this moment forward you will not have anything to do with this case."

Reid dropped his head forward and he let the tears flow, this time ashamed to show them.

"Reid… Come on Spencer look at me man."

Reid shook his head.

"I know your hurting, but we will fix this. Trust me we will." Morgan tried to soften this for Reid and reassure him. But he knew this was going to get worse before it got better.

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As Hotch turned onto Reid's street he noticed the throng of reports outside.

"Reid lay down on the seat." Reid did as Hotch said. Hotch stepped on the gas and kept going. The reporter's cameras snapped multiple pictures of the black SUV.

"You're staying at my place tonight. I don't want any arguments." Morgan was shocked that Reid didn't complain or even question it. He didn't have a change of clothing but he never said a word.

Hotch took them to Morgan's house and dropped them off.

Morgan came out of his room with sweatpants and a t-shirt; both were too big for Reid. Over the years Reid learned to always carry his tooth brush, a clean pair of boxers and basic toiletries. He went to the bathroom and changed.

He came out a few minutes later wearing the baggy pants and shirt. He held onto the waist band afraid that if he let go the draw string wouldn't hold them up.

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Morgan had put a blanket and pillow on the couch and Reid took a seat there. He slumped his shoulders forward and aside from a couple of grunts and a yes or no he hadn't spoken. Morgan stood near his bedroom door, looking at Reid. He just sat there and stared at the floor. Walking over to a caramel colored leather arm chair, Morgan took a seat.

"Reid, talk to me." After he waited a few minutes with no reply Morgan added, "Come on man don't be giving up."

Reid sighed and a sob shook his body followed by a hiccup. Morgan looked at the younger man sitting with his legs crossed yoga style. He wasn't shedding any tears but yet Morgan knew he was moments from breaking down.

"Talk to me, what's on your mind." Morgan pleaded.

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Reid looked up at Morgan, with pain etched across his face.

Morgan could tell something was eating at him. "Whatever it is you can tell me, just say something."

"Morgan…I'm…I'm… guilty." Reid paused and Morgan sat up straighter. He furrowed his brows and clenched his teeth.

"Reid what are you saying?"

Spencer hiccupped again but this time tears rolled down his face. He put his fingers in his mouth and chewed his nails, looking away from Morgan for a few moments. Morgan leaned closer, he was terrified of what he was about to hear. He wanted to say be quiet and don't tell me, but he needed to know. Could he have hurt that girl? Morgan wanted to say no, immediately but did he really know for sure. He felt sick to his stomach. His head pounded along with his rapid heart beat. Morgan had stared death in the face on more than one occasion but he was never terrified like this. It can't be true, it just can't!