Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds

A/N: Thank you to all of those who reviewed this and put in on your alerts, your support is much appreciated. I went over the last chapter…and yeah 'warm and tingly'…I was really tired; I wasn't really paying attention to what I was writing.

Also, sorry this chapter took so long, and is short, and sucks, I'm suffering from writer's block. And sorry if any of the geography stuff is wrong, I used google-maps, but I still might've messed up. The names of the victim's were just made-up off the top of my head. The statistics were taken from various cites I found on google.

WARNING: Still really screwed up. Still full of slashiness, and angst, and bad stuff.

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Morgan woke the next morning, tangled in Reid's long limbs with Reid's head on his shoulder. The blankets were twisted and tangled around them, most of them pulled up around Reid's shoulders and torso, leaving Morgan with one solitary blanket, and Reid's feet uncovered. He briefly considered extracting himself from Reid's embrace and the entangling sheets, but decided against it, a strange urge to be there when Reid woke up possessing him.

Running his fingers through Reid's tousled hair, Morgan took his time studying Reid's face, so relaxed and innocent in the early morning light, his lips slightly parted as he took in slow, steady breaths. His eyes eventually fluttered open, and he blinked several times before his eyes adjusted. Morgan continued to stare, finding Reid's slow climb to consciousness just as beautiful as his slumber. After several moments of staring sleepily up at Morgan, Reid finally seemed to realize he was being stared at, and he looked away shyly.

"Do we have work today?" Reid asked awkwardly, skittishly moving away, untangling his limbs from Morgan, and taking his head off of Morgan's chest. He was about to get out of bed, but seemed to lose motivation to do so, curling up once there was a little space between him and Morgan, blankets tangled even more around his slim body.

"No, not unless Hotch calls us in." Morgan wanted to reach out and pull Reid back to him, but knew better than to push Reid. Morgan fights off a grin as Reid begins to try to untangle himself from the mess of blankets, his sleepy attempts doing little except making the matter worse.

"Morgan, I'm stuck…" Reid complained, stilling his movements and closing his eyes. Morgan couldn't help but laugh, but he stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, and began to disentangle Reid from the blankets. Reid kept his eyes closed, making soft sleepy noises and staying limp as Morgan moved him around. Once freed, Reid simply laid there, a slight smile on his lips. "You should make coffee," he suggested.

"Oh, I see how it is," Morgan chuckled. Unable to resist the urge, Morgan straightened Reid's horrendous orange pajama top, and then leaned down to kiss Reid on the forehead. "Okay, I'll go get some coffee. Try not to fall back asleep." Reid murmured unintelligibly in response before yawning. Morgan left the bed room, went to the bathroom, and then fed and watered Clooney before going into the kitchen. He started the coffee maker, and then sat to wait for the coffee to brew. As he sat, he began to think, replaying the previous night over in his head. He still felt guilty for what he'd done to Reid, and he honestly couldn't understand why Reid would forgive him like that. Morgan wondered if Reid was simply desperate for friendship and companionship; desperate for someone to comfort him after what he had been through.

Morgan was brought out of his inner thoughts when the coffee maker beeped, signaling the coffee was done. Pouring it into two mugs, he left one black, and mixed inordinate amounts of creamer and sugar in the other. He went back to the bedroom, and sure enough, found Reid sprawled out on his stomach, fast asleep. Chuckling, Morgan set Reid's coffee down on the bedside table, and then sat down at the bottom of the bed. Reid rolled over, and sat up, rubbing his eyes with one hand while blindly reaching out for his coffee with the other. Sitting with his back against the headboard, Reid began to drink his coffee, looking at Morgan over the rim of his cup, before closing his eyes to enjoy his coffee.

They finished their coffee in silence, and then Reid took both of the empty mugs to the kitchen, leaving Morgan alone in the bedroom for several minutes. He heard water running for a little while, and then the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of Clooney barking insistently at Reid. The barking soon stopped, and Reid came back into the bedroom, dressed in the usual button down, sweater-vest and slacks. Reid flopped down on the bed, lying across it so his feet were hanging off the side near the pillows, his head on the other side, his face buried in a pillow.

"Reid, you just got out of bed," Morgan said, laughing as he shook his head.

"We don't have work today, so I see no good reason to leave bed for superfluous amounts of time," Reid mumbled into the pillow.

"You're the only person who can make being lazy sound reasonable."

Reid just huffed a laugh, and then yawning loudly before burying his face back into the pillow. "It's been a long week; I vote that, barring the possibility of a case, we relax all weekend."

"I second that. So, do tell me, what does genius Doctor Reid do to relax?" Morgan asked, grinning slightly as he stood and walked over to Reid's feet.

"Sleep, read, and drink coffee," Reid muttered into the pillow. Morgan laughed slightly, and knelt down next to the bed. Reid twitched, and then rolled over onto his back, almost kicking Morgan in the face. He frowned slightly, looking down at Morgan with a quizzical expression. "What are you doing?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"I'm going to help you relax," Morgan answered. He gently took up one of Reid's feet, and began to massage it slowly. Reid seemed surprised at first, but then smiled and relaxed onto his back as Morgan continued the massage. Morgan was only half a minute into the massage, and quite pleased with the way he had Reid whimpering and softly moaning his approval, when Reid's cell went off. Reid made an angry noise, digging into his pockets. Morgan laughed, slightly amused that Reid had been too tired to get out of bed, but not too tired to grab his cell. He continued rubbing Reid's feet as Reid listened quietly to the other person on the line before replying and hanging up.

"It was Hotch, we have a case," Reid groaned. "He said not to bring our go-bags, so it must be local." Just then, Morgan's phone rang. Reluctantly, he answered it, thanking Hotch once he'd finished.

"Alright, Pretty Boy, time to go to work."

"Nooooooo…" Reid groaned, staying on the bed wriggling his toes at Morgan. It was so uncharacteristic of how he would normally act that Morgan couldn't help but laugh. "It's not funny..." Reid muttered, sitting up, and getting off the bed. Reid left the room, grumbling under his breath. Morgan finished getting ready, changing into clean clothes, and putting on socks and shoes. Once he was ready, he went into the kitchen and found Reid with a second cup of coffee, and some toast. Reid handed him a piece of toast, and then they walked out the door to head to work.

Once they stepped off the elevator, they headed straight to the conference room, and found Rossi, Hotch and JJ. Morgan and Reid both sat down at the table, just as Prentiss came in. JJ began to pass out the case files, just as Hotch stood up and walked to the front of the room to give the briefing.

"I'm sorry for bringing you in on your day off, but we need to get started on this case as soon as possible." There was the sound of pages rustling as the team went through the files. "There have been seven reported rape victims in the last two months. Most taken from bars around Quantico, along the Potomac River, or nearby. I wouldn't have called you in, but four of the victim's had been reported missing within the last week, and last night a burial site was found at Fuller Heights Park, with three bodies. Preliminary reports from the cops who unearthed the bodies suggest that the three died within days of each other, the last victim probably died yesterday morning, or the night before. However, we won't be sure until the final autopsy."

"The seven victims names were Joe Clarculus, Damien French, Steven Cameron, Jacob Fredericks, Sam Fletcher, Ricky Cods, and Eric McMury. All of them described the same suspect, and tested positive for GHB, but their individual experiences differed. French, Cameron and Fredericks reported that they lost consciousness after talking with the suspect at the bar, and woke up with bruises in an ally way the next morning. The others all reported being escorted out by the suspect after feeling explicitly intoxicated, and then being raped after losing the ability to move. The three that cops believe are in the grave are Clarculus, French, and Cameron, who were the first three to report the incidents to the cops. Fredericks is currently missing."

"What do the victim's have in common?" Rossi asked, fingering through the victim's photos in his file. "Besides their age, 23 to 29, and their physical characteristics?"

"Nothing so far, only two of them were taken from the same bar." Hotch paused, before adding, "Also, the unsub gave the victims cash and told them not to report the incident, so there are probably way more victims out there."

There was a sense of familiarity to the case that Morgan couldn't quite pick up on, until he heard Reid speak.

"It is estimated that only one in fifty raped women report the crime to the police, and the rates for under-reporting among men are even higher, especially if the male victims are over twelve."

Reid didn't sound any different than he normally did when he blurted facts, but his voice broke through Morgan's thoughts, bringing him back to something Reid had told him almost a month ago. For a moment Morgan was only half-aware that the rest of the team were throwing ideas back and forth, lost in his own thoughts. He forced himself to pay attention to what they were saying, knowing he'd get to talk to Reid later.

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TBC….

A/N: So yeah, not as long as normal. Severe Writer's Block. Tell me if you like where this is going, though. Suggestions and critic are always welcome.