Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, or Iron Man

A/N: I only have a vague idea of what I'm going to do, so suggestions are much appreciated.

Warning: Well...if you could handle the last few chapters, there isn't anything here that should scare you too much.

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"Wake up, my beautiful hunk-man!!!"

Morgan's eyes snapped open at the sound of Garcia's voice. Of course, the first thought to go through his head was, 'how the hell am I going to explain sharing a bed with Reid?' of course, that thought was soon followed by, 'wait, how'd she get in, and where is Reid?' Looking around groggily, Morgan caught sight of Reid standing behind Morgan, looking apologetic, while simultaneously failing at suppressing a huge grin. Groaning, Morgan sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Pretty Boy, why didn't you get me up?" Morgan snapped, trying to hold back a yawn.

"I did. I told you that Garcia would be over soon. You said, and I quote, 'sure, buy her some flowers,' end quote. I thought you were awake when I left to get the flowers, but apparently that wasn't the case."

Garcia was giggling unashamedly, and it was now that Morgan caught sight of the white lilies she held. "I was wondering why Boy-Genius gave me flowers. Does he always talk in his sleep?" Morgan rolled his eyes, and got out of bed, stretching his back. He held in a grin at Reid's obvious oogling, and slipped on a tee-shirt, before pulling Garcia into a hug.

"Baby-Girl, you know I only talk in my sleep when I'm dreaming about you." Garcia giggled, while in the doorway, Kevin Lynch coughed loudly, and across the room, Reid cleared his throat. Morgan laughed, and let go of Garcia, gently pushing her towards Kevin, who came up beside her to wrap his arm around her shoulders protectively. Morgan and him had always gotten along fine, and Kevin definitely understood that nothing was going to happen between Morgan and Garcia, but it didn't stop him from occasionally getting possessive.

"So, uh, how have you two been doing?" Kevin asked, rocking back onto the balls of his feet.

"We've been good," Reid squeaked.

"Any idea why the Hotch-man decided to give us time off?" Garcia asked, eyeing Morgan and Reid suspiciously. Morgan glanced at Reid, still wondering if it was a good idea to keep the whole thing a secret from Garcia when the rest of the team already knew. Reid just shrugged, and put on a forced smile.

"No idea, but I'm not going to complain," Reid said, in a small voice. Garcia frowned, and began to walk towards him, opening her mouth to ask something, but then Kevin's watch went off, and he quickly pulled her to his side.

"Well, our flight is leaving soon, so we'd better get going," Kevin said, sounding apologetic.

"Alright, you two have fun in Mexico. You take care of my sexy girl, Kevin, or I'm going to have to hunt you down, and do something unpleasant." Keven smiled, and nodded.

"Don't worry, Derek. I will take extra special care with her," said Kevin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Garcia just giggled again, and led Kevin out with her, yelling, "bye mocha-hottie! Bye sexy-brain!" Once they left, Morgan flopped back down onto the bed. Feeling the mattress dip, he opened his eyes to see Reid looking at him with a half-confused, half-annoyed expression.

"What is it, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked. Reid stuck out his lower lip, and folded his arms across his chest.

"I don't think I like being called 'sexy-brain'," Reid muttered. Morgan's eyebrows flew up, because, although it was obvious Reid was telling the truth, it was also obvious there was something else bugging him.

"You know she's just saying the first thing that comes to her head, right?" Morgan asked, sitting up. Reid just nodded, picking at non-existant fluff on the knee of his pants.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it."

Morgan thought that over for a moment, putting an arm around Reid's waist. "I'll just tell her not to use that one anymore. Now, are you going to tell me what's really bothering you? You were fine just a minute ago. What happened to get you all grumpy?" Reid pressed his lips together, looking cuter than anyone should while pouting.

"It's nothing...you'll think I'm being stupid."

"No, I won't. I love you, and I'll do everything I can to understand how you're feeling, but I can only do that if you tell me what's bothering you."

"You love me?" Reid asked, frowning down at his knees. Morgan resisted the urge to smack Reid over the side of the head, frustrated that, even after all the cuddling, and reassurances, Reid still didn't believe that Morgan loved him.

"Spencer, we talked about this. Yes, I love you." Morgan accentuated his point by kissing Reid on the cheek. Reid smiled now, still staring at his knees. When he didn't answer, Morgan tried asking again. "Tell me what's wrong."

Reid shook his head, biting his lip before looking at Morgan through his bangs, his gaze shy. "It's...it's nothing. I guess I just need to hear you say that."

"Spencer, are you jealous of the way I was talking to Garcia?"

Reid blushed furiously, his pout returning as he went back to picking imaginary fluff off of his pants. "No! I mean...I know that's just how you two talk. It doesn't bother me."

"Alright. But if there is something that does bother you, tell me so I can fix it."

They spent the rest of the morning getting breakfast, lounging and watching movies, while commenting on the lack of activities available for off-duty profilers. About noon, a knock sounded at the door, so Morgan reluctantly got up to answer it. He was only mildly surprised to see Rossi at the door, holding a vase full white rosebuds and yellow daffodils. Morgan took in a deep breath through his nose, and let it out slowly, trying not to laugh at how uncharacteristically awkward Rossi looked.

"God, Dave. I hope those aren't for me."

"Don't be stupid, Derek. They're for Reid. I feel bad about being an ass to him," Rossi snapped, his eyes narrowing. Morgan shrugged.

"Well, he's in the living room if you want to hear him site the impossibilities and improbabilities involving the workings of Iron Man's suit." Rossi grumbled something under his breath, and walked past Morgan, going into the living room. Morgan followed, standing in the doorway as Rossi sat down on the couch next to Reid, setting the flowers on the table. Reid momentarily didn't notice his presence, glaring fixatedly at the screen. Once he did notice Rossi, he jumped slightly.

"I came to apologize..." Rossi began.

"Rossi, you don't have to apologize for what happened at work..." Reid suddenly caught sight of the flowers, and his cheeks turned pink as he pressed his lips together. Seeing Rossi make Reid blush brought out Morgan's possessive streak, and it was all he could do to not pick up Rossi, and his flowers, and chuck them out the window. But then Reid's expression shifted, and he looked somewhere between embarrassed and irritated.

"Rossi, why'd you pick this combination?" Reid asked, his eyebrows knitting together. Rossi's eyes widened, obviously realizing that if he were going to give flowers to Dr. Spencer Reid, he really ought to know what they symbolized first.

"It was on discount. I swear, I have no idea what they represent." It was almost comical, really. David Rossi, profiler extrodinair, scourge to serial killers, sounded suddenly terrified at the prospect of insulting Reid with flowers. Reid was scrutinizing the flowers, as if trying to decide whether or not to forgive Rossi for his ignorance when it came to flower meanings. Forgiveness seemed to win out.

"Well, thank you for the gesture. I really wasn't all that mad in the first place. I suppose I should apologize for hitting you." Reid smiled apologetically, and Rossi looked immensely relieved, his shoulders relaxing.

"It's fine, Reid." Rossi stood, running his hand over the side of his face. "I guess I should leave you alone so you can enjoy your time off." Rossi then turned and left, nodding at Morgan as he did so. Once Rossi had left, Morgan sat down, eyeing the flowers.

"Alright, kid. What do they represent?"

"Daffodils represent unrequited love."

"And the roses?" Morgan asked, quirking an eyebrow. Reid's face scrunched up, and he eyed the flowers with something akin to hate, while his cheeks turned pink once more.

"White rosebuds represent girlhood. Don't you dare laugh." Reid turned his glare to Morgan when a chuckle began to form in Morgan's throat. "I know I may not be the quintessent representation of masculinity, but I swear to god, if you ever compare me to a girl, I will not hesitate to violently assault you."

Morgan put up his hands defensively, shaking his head. Reid sometimes looked effeminite, but he never acted that way. He wasn't a he-man, but he definitely didn't act like a woman. "Spencer, trust me, I'd never compare you to a girl."

"Good." Reid leaned over and kissed Morgan's cheek, just as his cell went off. Reid pulled it out, and frowned before answering. "Hey, JJ....Um, yeah, I guess so. Should I bring Morgan...? Okay, see you later." Reid snapped his phone shut, letting out a small sigh. "JJ and Emily want us to meet them at a bar later tonight. How much longer do you think it will be until everyone realizes I'm okay?"

"Well, are you okay?" Morgan asked. Reid ran his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath.

"Yes, Morgan, I'm okay. I'm just uncomfortable with...well, you know."

Once Morgan had gotten ready to go, they left the house to go to the bar. Reid fidgeted and mumbled to himself the entire way there. Morgan didn't order anything, planning on being the designated driver, and Reid ordered a beer, before they went to look for the girls. Reid put on a fake smile once they saw JJ and Prentiss at a table in the back near the dart board. They were both leaning over their table, holding their drinks with both hands, and wearing matching grim expressions. They both looked up at the same time, and forced smiles.

"Hey!" Reid greeted pleasantly, sitting down next to JJ.

"Hey, Spence," JJ said shakily. She put her hand on his arm, just lightly, and her smile eased to something more natural when he didn't flinch away. "How you doing?" she asked. Emily was looking in JJ and Reid's general direction, obviously a little more intoxicated than JJ. She didn't even notice when Morgan took up the seat between her and Reid.

"I'm doing good. How are Will and Henry?" Reid asked, taking a sip of beer, grimacing and glancing at the cup, and then taking another sip.

"They're good. Hey, can I talk to you in private, just for a minute?" JJ asked nervously. Reid shrugged, and they both got up and walked away. Prentiss turned to Morgan, apparently noticing him for the first time since he'd sat down. She looked utterly drunk, confused, worried, and heart-broken all at the same time, and it was all Morgan could do to put his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Emily, he's okay, really," Morgan consoled, hoping to sound convincing enough to a drunk woman to ease her worry. Prentiss shook her head, and took a long drink off of her beer.

"That does't make it right. I's not fair to Reid. I can't...i's gettin' to be too much. Derek..." she turned, practically slumping into Morgan's lap, her cheek pillowed against his shoulder. She lifted herself back up, and sloppily pushed her mouth towards Morgan's, nearly missing as she did so. Morgan gave a gentle attempt to push her away, but, even drunk, Prentiss was very insistant. Morgan pushed her away, harder, and this time it worked. She stared at him blankly, her lips parted. "Derek, please, I jus'-" she paused, looking past Morgan, over his shoulder. Morgan spun around in his chair, and his jaw dropped. Why did Reid and JJ have to show up now? It was like a cliche scene from the movies, and Morgan was so stunned at the timing, that all he could do was stare at Reid and JJ, gaping like a fish out of water. Reid was still smiling pleasantly, but Morgan could see that he was confused.

"Wow, Em, you're really drunk!" Reid laughed, but it was uneasy, like he wasn't sure if it was funny or not. Reid put his half-full glass of beer on the table, and then stood up straight, fiddling nervously with his hands, starting to look unsure of himself.

"You'okay, Reid? You'er raped...people aren' okay after stuff like that..." Reid's eyes widened, and he started at her, open-mouthed. JJ took in a sharp breath, and walked over to Prentiss, tugging her to her feet.

"Maybe I should get you a cab," JJ suggested. Prentiss just nodded, so JJ turned back to Reid and Morgan. "I guess I'll just take her home...sorry I let her get so drunk...I'll see you two later." Reid nodded, and waited until the two of them had left to turn to Morgan, staring at the ground, and wringing his hands together.

"I want to go home," Reid stated, matter-of-factly. Morgan just nodded, and the two of them left the bar, getting into the car.

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TBC...

A/N: Okay...sorry about Prentiss' drunk, ooc-ness. Just had to. Also, the next chapter will also take a few more days, since my laptop's still down...I'm pretty sure my parent's computer is possessed, or something. It makes weird sounds.