Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds

A/N: I realize the last chapter was….shocking/disturbing. I apologize. Also, thank you to all of those who reviewed this and put in on your alerts.

Please review, give suggestions, ect. I don't have a beta, or someone to swap ideas with, so I could really use some input.

WARNING: Still really screwed up. Not as bad as last chapter. Still full of slashiness, and angst, and bad stuff.

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After a night of fitful, interrupted sleep, Morgan woke to the sound of his alarm clock screeching. He groaned, and switched the alarm off, sitting up in his bed, a headache already forming. He just knew this day couldn't go well. With the exception of the drive to work, he wouldn't have any time to speak with Reid to sort out what had happened. He showered, and then went into the kitchen, where he found Reid. Reid was sitting at the table, ready to go to work, sipping his coffee while staring at the dying white lilacs Morgan's neighbor had left for their dinner Saturday.

Morgan stood and stared at Reid for a moment, still unsure of how to act around him, even after spending most of the night contemplating what he would say. He shifted slightly, and Reid jumped slightly, tearing his gaze from the dead flowers to look at Morgan. Instead of the pain or bitterness Morgan had expected, he found absolutely nothing in Reid's expression. Morgan looked away, and went about getting his breakfast. Knowing Reid hadn't eaten anything, he put on two eggs and some bacon, full well knowing it wasn't a great peace-offering. However, getting Reid to eat was just as important as making up with him.

As Morgan set down his and Reid's plate, he became aware of Reid watching his every movement with that same blank expression. He sat down, and stared at his food for a moment, trying to ignore the fact that Reid was staring at him, but he finally looked up, meeting Reid's gaze. He knew the lack of visible emotion was Reid's way of hiding an intense storm of pain and hurt, that he didn't want others seeing his emotions, as if it would make him weaker somehow. It was painful for Morgan to see Reid staring at him like that now.

"Look, Reid, I said I was sorry, okay?" Reid nodded, looking down at his plate while pushing his eggs around absent-mindedly before taking a few bites. Morgan expected him to say something, but Reid remained silent as he ate his food. Morgan sighed, and then began with his own breakfast. He finished getting ready, and then the two of them got in the car wordlessly. The tense silence that engulfed them during the drive seemed to slow down time, and Morgan had to check himself while driving every now and then to keep from speeding.

Walking into the bullpen, Reid immediately made a bee-line for the coffee maker to fill his already-empty coffee cup. Morgan sat at his desk, and started in on his paperwork more dutifully than he had in all of his years working at the BAU. He forced himself not to look up as Reid sat down at his desk, giving Prentiss a friendly greeting. It was easy to lose himself in the paperwork, after a little while. He was so deep in concentration, he didn't hear JJ announce that they had a new case, and was only torn from his work when a long, thin finger poked him in the back of the head.

"Earth to Morgan, we have a case." Reid's voice had forced humor, and when Morgan looked up, Reid wasn't smiling. He let out a sigh, and then stood, following Reid to the briefing room.

The next four days seemed like a blur. Had they even solved the case? Morgan knew they had, but he couldn't remember the details. He sat on the jet, his head back and his eyes closed as he listened to music. He heard a small grunt, and tilted his head down to look at Rossi, who was looking at him with a sort of annoyed severity.

"What?" Morgan asked, maybe a little too defensively. Rossi's eyebrows shot up, and he slouched in his seat with his trademark 'we're-going-to-talk-whether-you-like-it-or-not' look.

"You want to tell me why you can't seem to concentrate? Everyone has their off days, and, quite frankly, the last few days have been yours." Well, wasn't that blunt. Typical Rossi. "So what's eating you up?"

"Nothing, man. Just…stuff at home." There was no way he was going to tell Rossi what he'd done to Reid, no matter how guilty he felt about it.

"Family stuff?" Rossi sounded calm, amicable and concerned, but for some, undetermined reason, Morgan felt like he was being interrogated.

"No. Not really any of your business."

"Well, you'd better get it sorted out. We need you on this team, but if you can't concentrate…" Rossi simply left it at that, standing up and going to sit next to Hotch. Morgan resisted the urge to bang his head against the table, and waited for the plane to land. However, he soon drifted off to sleep, and when he woke, it was to Prentiss shaking him awake. He jumped slightly, looking around the now empty jet. Prentiss was the only one there now, beside himself. Before she could say anything, Morgan quickly got up, mumbling a quick word of thanks before hurrying out of the jet. He went to his car, and found Reid waiting with his go-bag, looking sleepy.

"Hey, sorry about that, I fell asleep," Morgan mumbled as he unlocked the car doors. Reid yawned loudly in answer.

"I thought you were just listening to music," Reid muttered, throwing his go-bag into the trunk before collapsing in the passenger's seat. Morgan got in, and began to drive home. As the house comes into view, Morgan hears Reid clear his throat loudly.

"Morgan…I'm really sorry about what happened. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."

Wait, Reid's not supposed to apologize. Morgan pulled in the driveway, unable to respond. In a daze, he silently got out of the car and went in the house. He didn't even bother changing or setting his alarm clock before simply falling into his bed, and drifting off to sleep. It wasn't too much of a surprise when Reid woke him up the next morning, shoving a cup of coffee at him.

Morgan got out of bed, and went through his morning routine in the same daze that had consumed him for the past week. He tried to ignore the way Reid was still staring at him with that blank expression as they got into the car and headed off to work. Paperwork filled the majority of his day, followed by a quick hand-to-hand combat lesson. By the time he got out of the showers and had walked to the bullpen, Reid was demonstrating a card trick to Prentiss and Garcia, most obviously done with all of his work. Once he caught sight of Morgan, he quickly finished with the trick, and then said goodbye to the girls, telling them to have a good weekend. Was it really the weekend? The days had gone by so slowly, yet it seemed impossible to Morgan that it was already Friday. Morgan walked out of the bullpen with Reid, staring at the ground. As they got in the elevator, he looked up, feeling Reid's hand on his shoulder.

"When are you going to start talking to me again?" Reid sounded slightly frustrated, but mostly desperate, and Morgan almost couldn't answer. However, after swallowing thickly, he found his voice.

"None of this is your fault…"

"Yes, it is. I overreacted, and made things worse." Reid lowered his voice as the elevator doors opened, and they walked out into the lobby, and then outside to the parking lot. Morgan rubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head.

"You weren't overreacting, Reid…hell, I wouldn't have blamed you if you had called the police."

"I wasn't going to call the police on you," Reid scoffed, his eyebrows knitting together. Morgan walked up to his car, shoving the key into the lock with a little more force than needed.

"Fuck, kid, why can't you just be mad at me? God knows you should be."

"Well…I'm not mad…maybe a little, but I don't want it to keep affecting our relationship at work." Reid opened the car door and slid into his seat.

"Is that really all you can think about? Work?"

"My job…my job is important to me, okay Morgan. And I know it's important to you, too."

"I shoved you against a wall!"

"Yeah, I remember that."

"How can you be so calm about this!?"

"Why do you insist on yelling at me?" Reid's voice was hushed, and full of hurt.

Morgan gritted his teeth to get himself under control, and then noticing that he hadn't started driving, put the key in the ignition and turned the car on. Reid was silent as Morgan took a few calming breaths, closing his eyes before opening them and backing out of the parking lot.

"You're really pissing me off, Reid." Morgan kept his voice down, his tone calm. He existed the parking lot, and began driving on the main road.

"I'm sorry…" Reid looked, and sounded heart-breakingly defeated as he hunched over in his seat, hugging himself.

"Don't be sorry, Reid. This would be so much easier if you would just get pissed off like a normal person, and hate me. God knows I hate myself." Reid was quiet for a moment, and in the silence, Morgan could swear he could hear the gears in Reid's mind clicking.

"I don't want…could we just pretend nothing happened?"

"Is that what you did before?" Morgan said it before he could stop himself, and immediately regretted it. He was starting to wonder what was wrong with him. Before he could apologize, however, Reid answered without hesitation.

"Yes. Do you really blame me?"

"No…I'm sorry, Reid, I didn't mean to say that…"

"Then you must have some underlying need to hurt me."

"What?! God no…I don't…I would never want to hurt you, man. I care about you; I care about you a lot. You know that, right?"

"Uh, Morgan...You missed the turn…"

"What? Oh, shit…" Morgan let out a sigh, and went around the block, till he was back on track, and then pulling into the driveway. Morgan looks over at Reid, who is staring at his hands in his lap. "Let's go inside," Morgan suggests, getting out of the car. Reid follows him out, walking up to the house with him. Once the door was open, Clooney came bounding to the door, barking excitedly. Reid gave him a quick scratch behind the ear before going into the living room, and simply collapsing onto the couch, throwing an arm over his face. Morgan hung up his jacket, and checked Clooney's food and water dish before going into the living room, lifting Reid's feet from the end of the couch before sitting down, letting Reid's feet rest in his lap.

"You know, Reid, you never answered my question," Morgan said, gently. Reid shifted, moving his arm off of his face to prop himself up on his elbows with a tired, but quizzical expression.

"Hmmm? What quest- Oh…right. Yeah, I know you care…" Reid muttered, looking over the side of the couch at the floor. Morgan let out a sigh, frustrated at how unsure Reid sounded.

"Come on, kid…I know all of this is bugging you. Tell me what I can do to show I care. Tell me how to make this right." Morgan knew he sounded desperate, and he knew he didn't deserve Reid's forgiveness, but he needed it. And the fact that he had purposefully hurt Reid was eating him up, from the inside out with guilt. Reid sat up, wrapping his arms around his midsection while hunching forward.

"It is bugging me. You're…you're the closest friend I've ever had. I don't want you to be mad at me…"

Morgan scooted over to Reid, pulling the young man into his arms and holding him close to his chest. "I'm not mad at you, Pretty Boy, I'm sure you can see that with that big brain of yours." Reid just curled up against him, burying his face in Morgan's chest.

"Then why did you try to hurt me?" Reid whispered harshly, bringing his hands up and curling his fingers in the fabric of Morgan's shirt, burying his face into Morgan's shoulder.

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TBC....