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A/N: Thank you all for your reviews and supports. Special thanks to Lago. I really need some constructive criticism every now and again. I'll try to work on the ooc-ness, amongst other things. I realize my Morgan is not very Morgan-like, or likable for that matter, and I will work on it. Also, thank you to Bookworm. He/she pretty much nailed my thought process on the head, which is something I can't even do. Helped my sort out my thoughts. Hopefully I will be able to redeem myself, and my Morgan in the next couple of chapters. Wasn't really sure what I was thinking last night.

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Reid squirmed in his seat as Hotch drove, biting his lip and wringing his hands together.

"Hotch…please, I need to talk to him."

Hotch shook his head, his fingers tightening against the steering wheel. "Reid, I'm not letting you go there. I went to the bedroom. It's obvious what went on there, and, quite frankly, I seriously doubt you would willingly start a sexual encounter after what happened." Reid looked away, feeling embarrassed, and ashamed, amongst other things. Well, if he'd already figured it out, there was no use lying.

"I-I did start it though…" Reid began. He could see the disbelief on Hotch's face, but he continued. "I did, Hotch! I know you don't understand…it's kind of complicated. I could see that he…wanted to…" God, he couldn't believe he was talking to his boss about this. "I initiated it…I know I shouldn't have…I really messed up, it's not his fault…and then I took off without saying anything, I probably freaked him out…please let me go home, Hotch."

Hotch pulled into the driveway to his house, parking and turning off the ignition in silence. Reid couldn't tell what Hotch was thinking, he never really could, but it was obvious he was deep in thought. "We'll go back tomorrow, and you can talk to him, but I'm not letting you stay the night there until I know nothing's going to happen."

Morgan mulled around the house, staring blankly at the various objects in his home. Finally, he ended up in the bathroom, cleaning up his split lip, thinking over his conversation with Hotch.

"Morgan, what the hell happened? I came to talk to you, and I find Reid in tears? How the hell is that helping him?"

"Hotch, I know it looks bad…I made a mistake."

"You had sex with Reid. After what happened to him."

"I-It was a mistake. I thought…he started it, okay? I wasn't thinking. He kissed me…and I started touching him, and then…I don't know how to explain it. He just kinda lost it and started taking off my clothes, okay?"

The blow to Morgan's face wasn't expected, and Morgan stumbles back, putting his hand to his lip as Hotch crowds him.

"Don't you dare blame this on him, Morgan."

Thinking back, Morgan was fairly certain he'd never seen Hotch so mad, and he could understand why. If it had been someone else who had hurt Reid, Morgan would have beaten their face in. He still couldn't understand what had went so wrong. His mind returned again to the way Reid had kissed him, roughly, almost savagely. Morgan had struggled to keep up, taking the trembles running through Reid's body as a sign of want. He had thought that, maybe, after being touched and hurt by so many strangers, a familiar body, and gentle touches would be welcome. He hadn't anticipated Reid ripping off his clothes. But Hotch was right, he couldn't blame Reid. Morgan knew he should have had more restraint, and that he should have been there when Reid needed him, no questions asked.

Padding back into the bedroom, Morgan stood for a moment, staring at the bed, before turning and walking into the living room, slumping onto the couch, going over the last month in his mind. He'd just wanted to help, to pull Reid off of the streets, and what had he done? He couldn't even think about it. Morgan lay back on the couch, resting his head against the head rest, before falling asleep.

Hotch walked into the guestroom, sometime around noon, sipping his coffee. He paused in the doorway, and then walked over to the bed, shaking Reid lightly.

"Mmmmn…not getting out of bed…" Reid mumbled, rolling over onto his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. Unsure of how exactly to deal with a stubborn subordinate who wanted to stay in bed at noontime, Hotch paused before speaking.

"What if I get you coffee?"

'Coffee' must have been the magic word, because Reid immediately rolled onto his back, opening his eyes and sitting up. "I could use a cup…or two." Reid admitted, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Alright, well, come down to the kitchen, there's a pot already made." As Hotch turned to leave, he heard Reid mutter, grumpily.

"Morgan let's me drink coffee in bed."

Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, because, frankly, that was the last person on earth he wanted to hear about right now. As he walked out of the room, he heard Reid huff a sigh, and then get out of bed. As he made his way downstairs to the kitchen, he could hear Reid padding softly behind him. As Reid poured himself a cup of coffee, Hotch put some toast in the toaster, taking a jar of jelly out of the fridge. He honestly didn't know how to cook, but he still wanted to make sure Reid ate something.

"When are we going to see Morgan?" Reid asked, determination in his voice as he began sipping his coffee.

"I thought we'd wait awhile, Reid," Hotch answered blandly. He still wasn't sure about how to deal with the situation. He knew he should fire Morgan, but had a feeling that wouldn't truly help Reid. What Reid needed was someone to comfort him, and make him feel strong, and in control. Morgan hadn't done that, and Hotch wasn't sure he could.

"Hotch, I want to go home. You can't make me stay here," Reid was talking quickly, as if forcing the words out before he could lose the initiative to say them. Hotch put his forehead in his hand, pressing his lips together.

"Reid, I can't let you stay with Morgan any longer." Well, so much for letting Reid feel like he was in control.

"Why not?" Reid was keeping his voice down, but he was starting to sound frustrated.

"He hurt you."

"No he didn't!!!" Reid stopped, seemingly surprised that he had just yelled at his boss. He continued, in a calmer, softer voice. "It was my fault. I didn't tell him I didn't want to, I made him think that I did…it really pissed him off when he realized I didn't, but it's not his fault. And, I know I've broken quite a few rules, and I'm sorry, but I really just want to go home and talk to Morgan."

"Okay, we'll go to Morgan's. But you can't stay there anymore. I talked to Morgan on the phone this morning, and he agreed that you should stay somewhere else, for the time being. He's getting your stuff ready to go as we speak. And as for breaking the rules, I really don't care, as long you are okay, and able to function on the job."

Reid took a sip of coffee, turning away from Hotch, and trying to reign in his emotions. He wondered if Morgan had told Hotch exactly why he needed a place to stay in the first place. He doubted Morgan would tell Hotch that he'd moonlighted as a hooker to help pay for his bills, so he wasn't too worried about that. However, the thought that Morgan didn't want him to stay with him anymore was a low blow.

The two finished breakfast and coffee, Reid applying a horrendous amount of jam to his toast, and then left the house, heading for Morgan's. As they parked, Hotch turned to Reid.

"I'm going to get your stuff from the guest room and let you talk to Morgan, okay?" Reid nodded, fidgeting as he began to get nervous. "If anything happens, just leave the house." Another nod, and they got out of Hotch's car, heading for the house. Memories of the previous night flashed through Reid's mind, and he had to suck on his lower lip to keep tears from welling up in his eyes.

Morgan opened the front door to the house, looking tired and haunted. Hotch walked right past him, heading towards the guest bedroom. Reid's room. Morgan turned and walked towards the living room, and Reid followed nervously, sticking his hands into his pockets. Once in the room, Morgan collapsed onto the couch, throwing a hand over his eyes, and Reid wondered if talking would do him any good. Taking a deep breath, Reid shuffled over, sitting down on the couch next to Morgan, staring down at the floor.

"Derek…I'm really sorry." It didn't seem like the right thing to say, it didn't seem like enough, but it's all that Reid could think of, even after two cups of espresso.

"You keep saying that, kid, but you don't need to. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why are you so miserable?" Reid asked, shortly. Morgan removed his hand from his eyes, looking over at Reid.

"Because I told you I wouldn't hurt you, and then I did, Pretty Boy." Morgan looked away, gritting his teeth. "I hurt you, I yelled at you…god, the things I said…I didn't mean it, Reid."

"You didn't hurt me, Derek. It was…good, it really was, I just…I couldn't enjoy it, okay?" Reid forced his gaze away and looked at Morgan, swallowing thickly as he did so. For a moment, neither of them spoke, listening to the sound of Hotch moving boxes. Finally, Morgan took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"I should have known, Reid. After what had happened to you, I shouldn't have let things go as far as they did. I knew…I was being selfish."

"It's been nearly two months, I should be over it by now! And you weren't being selfish…you were…gentle, and you said really nice things."

"Until I realized you were faking it."

"But that's my fault, not yours."

"I shouldn't have gotten that angry…but I did…I just lost it, man…I really wanted it to be good for you, I tried…"

Reid shook his head, and stood up. Truth be told, that was what he was most upset about, that Morgan had refused to hold him afterwards. "I know, and I'm sorry that I couldn't…but, it's done now, and we'll just have to work past it, okay?" Reid asked, hopefully. Morgan looked up at him, with something akin to awe in his eyes.

"Reid, I can't let you forgive me so easily. It's not right."

Reid tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, biting his lip. "Could we at least try to work it out? I don't want to regret what happened for the rest of my life." Before Morgan could answer, Hotch's voice echoed down the hallway.

"Everything's ready to go!"

Reid glanced down the hallway, and then looked back at Morgan. "Just think about it, okay?" Not waiting for Morgan to answer, Reid turned and walked out to meet Hotch outside.

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TBC…

A/N: Hope the new POV on the situation helped a little. Yes, no maybe? I dunno. Tell me what you think, give suggestions, ect.