A/N Hey! Sorry for the slight delay in updating. I found a beta (yeah!) and she is catching up on my work. I hope to keep her busy with finishing this story and possibly posting another chapter of Dancin' Shoes. So, thanks lilijuilet!

Chapter 7

Apologies

He tried. He really did. But it was easier said than done. He got in his car and drove across town, heading to Morgan's. He even turned into his neighborhood, but he couldn't make himself turn onto his street. He drove up to it and parked on the corner. He sat in the car for over an hour, all the while, having conversations with himself about how stupid he was being. It was Morgan, for heaven sake! His best friend. But he couldn't bring himself to go see him, so he returned home, drank a couple shot of whatever alcohol he had handy, and went to bed, trying not to think about facing everything tomorrow.

He was up early, and after a long, hot shower, decided to stop by his favorite coffee shop to get Morgan a cup of coffee. He knew Morgan was worried about him, and had probably figured out something was wrong, so he figured if he brought his best friend coffee and made up a good excuse for avoiding him, he might just smooth things over.

He was usually early, but made sure to be right on time today, so there was no chance of him running into Garcia. He figured she would be easier to avoid, and he could only psych himself up enough to handle seeing one of them, not both. And if he saw them together, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to hold himself together.

He felt bad for not doing what he'd practically promised JJ he'd do, so he needed to talk to her soon. He had it all planned. He would see Morgan, apologize quickly, then head to Hotch's office, then onto JJ's. He figured, by that time, Morgan would be in his office and not come out until lunch.

Cup in hand, he walked up to Morgan's office. The door was open, but the older agent had his head in a file, so Reid knocked softly. Morgan's looked up at the sound and froze. Seeing the look on his best friend's face, Reid almost turned and ran but he forced himself to smile and cautiously walked into the office.

"Hey," he said, his voice unassuming. "I, uh, brought you coffee." He sat the paper cup on the desk, and unconsciously took a couple steps back.

Morgan just sat there, silent. What was he supposed to say? His best friend had ignored his calls and texts all weekend and this bringing him coffee, that's supposed to make it all better? Yeah, right!

"-rgan."

Derek blinked, and realized he had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Reid talking. "Sorry," He mumbled, "what?"

"I said I'm sorry for not calling you back this weekend. I, well, I was really sick, and I felt really bad about leaving the party like I did. I mean, you had us all over and I left without thanking you, and I felt really guilty. I didn't want out to think that I had gotten sick because of anything you had fixed, and I felt bad that I couldn't stay and hang out with everyone, and,"

"Reid." His semi-harsh tone stopped the genius's rant.

"Sorry."

"It's ok. I'm not mad." He was trying to convince his friend, but his voice betrayed him.

"I really am sorry I had to leave. I was having a great time, and wanted to stay, but once I got home and felt so guilty about leaving, I was afraid you'd be mad, and I didn't want to be home sick and have my best," his voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat before continuing. "My best friend mad at me." When he finished, he was looking at the floor and wringing his hands together.

Morgan could tell he was lying. He couldn't look him in the eye and he was fidgeting. And rambling. And he had brought him apology coffee. Yep, definitely lying. Shit.

Before he could figure out what to say, Reid was talking again. "I'll just, uh, let you get back to work. I need to check in with Hotch first thing, so I better not keep him waiting." And with that, he turned and walked away.

Morgan sat there, stunned, staring at the door, wondering what just happened. Just then, Garcia breezed in.

"Hey, was that our Jr G-Man I saw leave? What did he say? Is everything ok?"

After receiving no answer, she closed the door behind her and went around behind the desk. She placed a hand on his shoulder, gently, to get his attention. He looked up at her, his eyes misty, and she immediately pulled him against her in a bone crushing hug.

Reid had just finished talking to Hotch and apologizing for being out, while Hotch assured him he had not missed anything and sometimes you just needed to take some time for yourself. He thanked his boss again and headed down the hall to see JJ.

As he was passing Morgan's office, he glanced in, hoping to see the agent enjoying the coffee. Unfortunately, he was met with a sight that he had hoped to never see...his best friend, the man that stole his heart and broken it beyond repair, hugging the bubbly tech analyst. It was obvious the hug was not a friendly greeting. It was more than that, and Reid was not about to watch what happened after they separated. So he willed his feet to move, and he quickly made his way into the men's restroom, where he promptly rid his stomach of the coffee he had drank not ten minutes ago.

He'd known this was a possibility, seeing the two of them together, but he didn't think it would be first thing in the morning. He hadn't yet prepared his still fragile emotions, and now he was rethinking his decision to come back to work. If this was how he reacted to seeing them hug, what would happen if he saw them kiss? That thought brought up more stomach contents, and it was then he knew he had no choice. He would have to transfer.