Chapter Two: A few hours before the mistake.

Reid was at his desk at work, his head bent over a case file on his desk. He was looking over the crime scene photos when he felt someone's hand tap him on the shoulder. He looked up to see Morgan standing next to him, smiling down at him. "Oh, hey Morgan...w-what's up?"

The older man's smile faltered and faded. "You okay? You've been looking at those photos for almost an hour..."

"W-wha-oh, y-yeah, I'm fine." Reid lied.

Morgan gave him a look that told him he knew he was lying. He sat down in the chair at his desk and looked over at Reid. "What's up kid?" He asked in that serious tone that Reid found himself unable to do anything but answer.

"I-I've been having dreams, n-nightmares again..." He said quietly and looked back down to the case file.

"Oh, but it's not just the dreams that bother you, now is it?" Asked a voice.

Reid's head snapped up; that wasn't Morgan's voice. He looked over at his friend...he was speaking but he couldn't hear him, in fact he couldn't hear anything. Everything was silent...even though people were moving around in the office, typing and talking. There was no sound. Nothing at all. Until...

"Tut-tut, you really should answer someone's question...it's very rude not to." That same voice said.

Reid froze as realisation hit him. He knew this voice more than he ever wished he did. "B-B-B-Beyond...i-it's impossible..."

Beyond walked down the isle Reid's desk was in. He stopped close to Reid. "Oh, it is possible." He grinned widely, it was evil and twisted and it made Reid shiver out of fear.

"M-Morgan!" He shouted; his voice had nothing in it but fear. Beyond pulled a sharp pointed silver object out of his pocket...a knife. "Morgan!" He shouted again as Beyond moved closer to him, his grin widened in amusement. "Morgan help me! Please, help me!"

"There's nothing in the world that can help you." Beyond said as he twisted Reid's chair around, so the younger man was facing him. He drew the knife closer to Reid's stomach and laughed.

Reid could see Morgan sat at his desk, he was still talking...he didn't know Reid was in trouble. How hadn't he seen Beyond there? Beyond pushed the knife into Reid and he screamed out. "Morgan!!!"

Reid's eyes flew open and he jerked away from the table his head was resting on, his head collided with something painfully. He bent his head forward and grabbed the back of his head with both of his hands.

"Whoa, what was that for?"

Reid spun around to look at who the voice belonged to. It was Morgan. He sighed in relief. "Uh, w-wha-...s-sorry..." He watched as Morgan rubbed his forehead and he realised that his older friend would have had to be really close to him for their heads to collide like they did. "W-what were you doing?"

Morgan moved his hand away from his head. "You fell asleep and you were whimpering. I thought I heard you say something, so I was trying to hear what it was." He shrugged.

"...Well, what was it?" Reid asked, hoping it wasn't what he had just dreamt about.

"My name." Morgan answered simply.

Reid sighed and turned back around to the desk, resting his elbows on the edge of it and his head in his hands. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"Bad dreams again?" Morgan guessed. Reid nodded. "About...Beyond?" He asked and as soon as he saw Reid's whole body tense...he wished he hadn't. He grabbed a chair from near by and pulled it over close to Reid and sat down. "Have you talked to L or Hotch about it?"

"No." He said and leaned his head to the side in his hands, looking at Morgan. "I can't."

Morgan frowned. "Why not?" He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

"I told L about me seeing-...erm, about something else and he thinks I should take sometime off of work...and I can't bother Hotch with this, he's got enough stuff going on with what just happened to him, I can't." Reid said and shook his head. He smiled tensely and rubbed a hand over his face. "I-I just...they're getting worse and I just can't tell anyone about it..." He bit his bottom lip and looked at Morgan before averting his gaze to his desk.

"Hey...you haven't even tried to talk to me about it." Morgan told him.

Reid looked away from the desk and back to Morgan. "Y-yeah but, you...you'd really let me talk to you about the dreams and stuff?" He wasn't sure why he hadn't tried to tell Morgan about his recent problems, he just knew he hadn't. He never even thought of talking to Morgan about it...deep down he figured Morgan wouldn't want to be bothered about someone else's problems, especially his.

Morgan sighed and smiled. He stood up from his chair and looked down at Reid. "Come on, we're going for a drink."

"Wha-..."

Morgan grabbed the top of Reid's arm and pulled him to his feet. "We're going for a drink, hurry up and get your stuff."

******

Morgan was sat watching Reid. The younger man was sat on one chair with his feet up on another one in front of him, his head was bent backwards so he was looking up at the ceiling and he was holding his bottle on the top of his leg. Suddenly it occurred to Morgan that bringing the young Doctor to a bar to talk about things might not have been the best idea he has had. He had thought getting Reid to drink a little might make him more comfortable to talk about what had happened and what he was going through now...but the younger man seemed more interested in getting pissed than he did about talking.

"Don't look at me like that." Reid said. He wasn't drunk but Morgan could see the effects the beer was having on his friend already...at the moment he sounded more confident than he usually did.

"Like what?" Morgan inquired.

Reid looked out of the corner of his eyes to Morgan. "Like I shouldn't be drinking."

"I'm not looking at you like that..."

Reid lifted his bottle up to his lips and took a long drink out of it, after he turned to look at Morgan. "Yes you are."

Morgan shook his head. "Listen kid I didn't-..."

"I'm not a kid." Reid said and took another drink. Morgan grabbed the bottle out of Reid's hand and slammed it down onto the table, making the younger man cough and dribble slightly. "What the hell-!"

"Stop it. You think I don't know what you're doing?" Morgan started and leaned closer to Reid. "You're planning on drinking so much you won't even remember what you were going to tell me...you say you're not a kid but you sure as hell are acting like one! You need to tell me what we came here to talk about, if you don't I can't help and if I can't help I'm just gonna keep worrying about you like I have been for the past few weeks." Without thinking he wiped at Reid's chin with the sleeve of his shirt, getting rid of the thin line of beer that had been spilt.

They stared at each other for a moment before Reid leaned in close to Morgan and was about to press his lips to his friends...he quickly jerked away from Morgan and gave him an apologetic, embarrassed and slightly ashamed look. "...I-I woke up the other night after one of the dreams...and when I looked down at L...i-it wasn't...for the first time...I have never seen B-B-Beyond when I look at him, but the other night I did...and I..." He wiped at his eyes to stop the tears that were threatening to fall.

"You haven't told him about that either?"

Reid shook his head. "I can't. He's always asking me if I see B-B-Beyond instead of him, if I suddenly say I did, he'll think I've been lying to him...and I know he'll leave me because he'll think that's what I need, for him to be far away from me." He shook his head again and this time the tears fell from his eyes. He used his hands to cover his face, he hated letting Morgan see him cry. "I don't know what to do, Morgan! I've been having really bad dreams for weeks now..."

Morgan moved closer to Reid and pulled the younger man closer to him, hugging him tightly and holding him close. Reid always brought this side of Morgan out...no matter how much Morgan tried to keep it hidden. "It's okay, ki-Reid...we'll figure it out."

"I-I've been seeing myself as the victims of our cases again..." He whispered as he fisted his hands in Morgan's shirt.

Morgan breathed out deeply. "Aw, Reid..."

They stayed like that for a little while longer...and while they were holding each other Morgan realised that it might be just what Reid needed was to just get drunk and let loose for once. He pulled away from Reid and looked at him; his face was red and he had tears in his eyes. 'Yeah, that's defiantly what he needs.' He smiled at him. "Wait here; I'll go get some more drinks."

Reid frowned confused as he watched Morgan leave the small booth they were in and through the crowds of people to the bar. He didn't understand...Morgan had just told him to stop drinking, so why was he buying more drinks? He didn't care, getting drunk sounded great at the minute and at least he wouldn't be getting drunk alone...or with L. He loved L more than anything else but he just couldn't stand to be at home right now, he had been lying to L about the dreams for a couple of weeks now and L knew he was, which made it that much harder to keep lying.

******

Morgan leaned Reid against his car's back door and let go of him, he grabbed his keys out of his back jean pocket and unlocked the door. He wrapped his arm around Reid's waist and pulled the younger's arm around his neck and practically dragged him around to the other side of the car.

"Y-you shouldn't really be driving, y'know?" Reid grinned at Morgan as the older man shoved him into the passenger's seat.

"You were too busy downing your bottles to realise that I wasn't drinking nowhere near as much as you, pretty boy."

Reid laughed as Morgan climbed into his seat and turned the engine on. "I guess that's a first...me drinking more than you..."

Morgan set off and grinned at his friend. "A first, and a last...it won't happen again, ki-pretty boy." His grin faded and he looked back at the road.

"You know...I don't mind you calling me a kid. I mean, I don't know why...b-but I kind of like it..." Reid told him and looked out of the window.

Morgan smiled. "So, you gonna tell L about the dreams and stuff when you get in?"

"I'm not going home tonight..."

Morgan gave Reid a confused side-ways-glance. "You're not?"

"No, I'm not."

"Really...so where are you going?" Morgan asked, something similar to hope rose inside him. He knew what he wanted Reid to say...and he was almost sure it was what his friend was going to say, but he had to be sure before he changed the direction he was driving in.

"Your place." Reid looked over at Morgan and grinned. "If that's okay with you..."

Morgan shrugged. "Sure, why not. But you gonna tell me why you don't want to go home?" He wanted Reid to stay at his place...but he felt if he didn't ask him why, Reid would click on why Morgan wanted him to stay at his place.

"I just...I'd rather not go home tonight...and anyway, I feel like staying with you...no, I actually really want to stay with you tonight."

End of chapter 2!

Thanks for reading!

And I forgot to say last time that there is going to be some MorganxReid (mostly one-sided) in this fic.