Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, Mel Brooks, or 'A History of the World'.

A/N: Just about done, this will be the last chapter, but there might be an epilogue to follow. I'd like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this miraculously bad piece of crack. It started out as a bit of a joke, resulting from boredom and an idea generator, and turned into *waves at story* this. I got carried away, lost characterization, and used poor Reid as an emotional punching bag, and you still supported me. Thank you so much. I still think I should be beaten senseless for writing something thing out there, but oh well.

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Hotch walked down the hallway, but stopped as he passed the open bathroom door. He back-tracked, and couldn't help but smile as Reid stared into the mirror, his lips slightly parted as he combed his hair with his fingers, and then smoothing it into place, eyeing himself dubiously.

"You have a date tonight?" He asked. Reid jumped, turning away from the mirror and blushing. He pushed the slightly curled strands of hair behind his ears, shaking his head.

"No…just a movie…with, um, Derek." He seemed nervous, as if unsure of how Hotch would react to him 'not' going out on a date with Morgan.

"Which movie?"

"Oh, umm…they're showing an older movie; Mel Brooks' 'A History of the World.' It was actually narrated by Orson Wells, who also narrated the radio broadcast of H.G. Wells' 'War of the Worlds.' Did you know that at the time it was broadcasted people thought it was an actual alien invasion? Many people fled their homes and-"

"I get it, Spencer," Hotch cut in, but he couldn't help but smile. It was good to see Reid getting bouncy and excited, using his hands to gesture while an unconscious smile tugging at his lips while he spoke. "When's the movie?"

"Derek's picking me up in about half an hour."

"And you're doing your hair an hour in advance, but you're not going out on a date." It wasn't a question, but a blunt, sarcastic statement, and Reid couldn't stop the blush that ascended onto his face, even heating his ears up. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but didn't seem to find any words appropriate, so he simply pressed his lips together, and walked briskly out of the bathroom, heading to his room. Hotch let out a sigh, and followed him. He found Reid face down on the bed, his face in a pillow, and his hair in disarray.

"Spencer, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make fun of you," Hotch soothed, not really sure how to handle the situation. His son still thought that girls were icky, and ate worms, so he hadn't really had to deal with any forms of romantic drama, save his own divorce.

"I know…" Reid mumbled into the pillow. He turned his head to Hotch, strands of hair falling in front of his face. "But it's really not a date, Hotch. Derek doesn't…he said he cares about me, but he doesn't want to…you know, be with me. Which I understand," Reid turned his face into the pillow. "I wouldn't want to date me either…" The last part was so muffled, Hotch almost didn't hear it. However, once he realized what Reid had said, he took a sharp inhalation of breath.

"Spencer, don't talk about yourself that way. Morgan's just trying to do what is right."

"I don't want to hear it Hotch!" Reid yelled into the pillow. Hotch put his hand up to his face, rubbing his temple. Reid turned his head again so Hotch could hear him. "I'm tired of you telling me I shouldn't be with him."

"I just don't understand why you want to be with him."

"He was good to me, despite what you saw…we had just had a fight...I keep telling you, it's not his fault." Reid sat up, glaring at Hotch as he pushed his hair from his face. "He told me he loved me," Reid added in a hushed voice, looking away. Hotch put a hand on Reid's shoulder, his expression grim as he studied the young man.

"Spencer, whether or not it was his fault, the fact is that you two are no longer in a relationship. He might have loved you, but most likely, he was just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. It's over now, and he doesn't want a relationship with you any longer," Hotch said, slowly. He watched Reid as he processed the blunt statement, his jaw dropping slightly. He swallowed, and looked away from Hotch, getting to his feet. His voice cracked as he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Thanks, Hotch, that really helped, you know."

"I know it's not what you wanted to hear, Spencer, but it's true. You need to move on, and get past what Morgan and Green did to you."

Reid shook his head, and walked out of the room, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm going to go downstairs. Derek will be here soon." As he walked, he ran his fingers through his tousled hair, smoothing it back into place.

"Okay, have fun at the movies."

Reid ignored Hotch, and continued down the hallway, hurrying down the stairs. He pulled on a jacket, and then stood by the door, pacing as he waited. When Morgan finally knocked on the door, Reid took a deep breath, and waited for a second before opening the door, forcing a smile onto his face as he briskly walked out to join Morgan in the cool, early evening air.

"Hey, thanks for picking me up," Reid said sheepishly as he walked with Morgan to the car. Morgan frowned slightly concern showing up on his face.

"You okay, Reid? You seem upset."

"I'm good," Reid answered quickly, jumping into the passenger seat. Morgan got in, looking unconvinced. "Have you ever seen 'A History of the World'?" Reid asked, quickly changing the subject, enthusiasm seeping into his voice. Morgan shook his head.

"No, but everyone was telling me I should see it, and it's playing, so I thought we'd go," he answered off-handedly.

"I think you'll like it," Reid said, his smile turning more genuine. Morgan returned the smile as he began driving.

"If you say so, Pretty Boy," Morgan laughed.

They got to the movie theatre, and picked seats near the back. Just as Reid had said, Morgan enjoyed the movie, and they ended up moving the arm rest between them, so Morgan could put an arm around Reid's shoulders, and Reid could curl up against the side of Morgan's body. As the credits rolled, Morgan was still chuckling, and Reid couldn't help but grin slightly, shifting to look at Morgan.

"I told you you'd like it."

"Alright, you win. It was great, way better than some of those old Sci-Fi movies you made me watch." Reid made a face that was somewhere between confused and annoyed.

"I hope you're not trying to imply that 'those old Sci-Fi' movies weren't great."

"Of course not," Morgan chuckled, nuzzling Reid's hair. The credits finished rolling, so Morgan retrieved his arm, standing up and stretching. Reid stretched in his chair before standing up, trying to glare at him as best as he could, hindered by a small smile. As they walked out, Reid was surprised when Morgan took his hand, entwining their fingers together. They walked out the back exit, and Reid couldn't suppress a shiver as the cold air hit him, and he instinctively huddled closer to Morgan, using his free hand to pull his jacket to his body. They walked behind the theatre, heading towards a small park. Reid tilted his head upward, smiling serenely at the sight of the night sky, lightly sprinkled with stars.

"God, you're too cute, you know that, kid?" Morgan said suddenly, causing heat to rise to Reid's face.

"Don't...I mean, no," Reid stuttered, lowering his gaze to the ground. Morgan shook his head, and they stopped walking, Morgan turning to face Reid.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's okay, it's just that I still wish things had been different, you know…" Reid looked up, and bit both of his lips together when he found Morgan frowning at him, looking disappointed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Pretty Boy," Morgan said, using his free hand to brush Reid's hair out of his face. "Trust me, I feel the same way."

"Then why-" Reid began before Morgan cut him off.

"You know why. It's just a bad idea for us to be together."

"It'll be better this time…Derek, I'll be better," Reid whispered, leaning forward slightly. Morgan hesitated, but then released Reid's hand, burying it in Reid's hair as he leaned forward, kissing Reid chastely on the lips.

"It wasn't your fault, you were so perfect, Spencer. Still are." Reid smiled slightly, pulling back.

"So…." Reid let his voice trail off, and Morgan chuckled.

"Okay, okay…we'll try again. But you're staying with Hotch, and we're going to go slowly. Okay?"

"Sounds good. Is it too soon to say I love you?" Reid asked nervously, burying his face into Morgan's neck.

"No, it's never too soon for that." Reid smiled against Morgan's neck, closing his eyes and leaning against Morgan, relaxing as Morgan put both of his arms around him.

"I love you," Reid whispered.

"I love you too, Spencer."

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A/N: Just an epilogue to follow. This chapter was…kinda cheesy, not going to lie. Stroll in the park, cliché cheesy remarks…Please review.