"...Now that Pain is dead and gone, I can focus on my other stories. Once I finish my NCIS/CM X-Over, I'll post the first chap to 'White Light'. R&R?...Oh, and u guys r gonna kill me for ending it where I did!..."

Addicted Innocence- Chapter 7

One Night Stand

Derek Morgan woke up not even an hour later. He yawned before looking over at Spencer Reid, who was still sound asleep. He looked peaceful and young as he slept, two qualities that Derek had always loved about Spencer. He let a small smile spread across his face, knowing the Spencer was right next to him and safe.

Suddenly, the doorknob starting moving, obviously signaling that they had cleared the first round. Morgan smiled, relieved that they wouldn't have to delay the 'steak-out' any longer, but he frowned as he pictured him and Reid on the bed- together.

David Rossi entered the small hotel room and smirked when he saw the two people he was looking for. "You know this is pretend, right?" he joked.

"He fell to sleep." Morgan shrugged.

"In your arms and entangled with your legs?" Morgan just glared at Rossi, who in return threw his hands up. "Alright, alright."

"How did it go?" Morgan asked.

"Reid didn't strip."

"I noticed."

"He's a stripper."

"We're working on it."

"Well, work a little faster. We don't have time to do another practice round, so you're going to have to, uh...remind him, shall we say?...to strip next time." he said suggestively.

"Right." Morgan sighed, trying not to shift and wake Reid up.

"Is it just me, or has he been falling to sleep on like a whim anymore?" Rossi joked, thinking back to all the times they had had down time on their latest few cases. Reid had even skipped dinner a few times to sleep.

"We'll talk to him about it later." Morgan agreed.

Then, without warning, Rossi walked over to the side of the bed and flipped the mattress over, surprised at his own strength.

"Ow." Reid muttered as he woke up, somehow on the floor.

"What the hell, Rossi?" Morgan exclaimed.

"I can honestly say I wasn't expecting it to actually flip.' Rossi laughed. "Sorry about that."

"Oh, yes, because you sound SO convincing!" Reid hissed.

"Whatever." Rossi muttered, biting his tongue. "We have to go. Meet me downstairs in five minutes."

A few minutes after returning to the police station, Hotch beckoned Reid and Morgan into an empty office. Once they were all inside, he shut the door.

"Rossi told me about the...condition, he found you two in." Hotch started. Reid automatically flushed red; Morgan wiped a hand over his face. "So it's true, then?"

"It depends on what he told you." Morgan responded.

"He told me that you" Hotch lifted his eyes toward Reid, "were sleeping on Morgan with your legs on his own."

"Well, that much is true." Reid sighed.

With that, Hotch turned his attention to Morgan. "Did you have a one-night stand with Reid?"

"No!" they both shouted.

"Then why were you-" Reid stopped Hotch, though.

"We both understand that we have to pretend to be attracted to each other, and we understand the difference between fiction and nonfiction. That was fiction- this case is fiction. I was tired, and Jared told us we needed more chemistry, so we thought that if we...slept together and actually sleep, it would help make it more believable." Reid lied.

"Are you sure that's all that happened?"

"Yes, of course." Morgan said. Reid nodded in agreement.

"You understand why I asked, right?"

"You're the team leader, and if we started to...to like each other on this case, it would-could, jeopardize the case." Reid said.

Hotch nodded, signaling that he was right. "That's it." he said, dismissing the two other agents. Before they left the room, he added, "Good luck." The two agents turned around a smiled, then they left the room.

Hotch watched as Reid and Morgan walked down the police hallways.

"How'd it go?" Rossi asked.

"Reid lied to me." Hotch sighed. "He said that Jared told them they needed more chemistry together, but Jared told me that they seemed to have a lot of chemistry, which was beneficial to the case."

"Do you think they...?"

"No,i don't think they slept together, but I do think there's something going on between them."

"How should we handle this?" Rossi asked.

"We're not."

Before Rossi could say anything, Hotch turned around on his heel and headed off toward the make-shift conference room.

Rossi watched as he friend power-walked out of the hallway, sighing as he tried to catch up with him. "I hope he's right." he muttered before rejoining him...

The Next Day: 8pm

"You ready, Reid?" Jared asked once he had gotten the young agent situated in his getup.

"Why do you bother asking?" Reid sighed, obviously nervous.

"Relax, you're team will be spread out through the room. All you have to do is swing around for a little, have Morgan join you, start stripping, and we'll take care of the rest." Jared reassured.

"I know. It's just..." Reid didn't know how to finish the sentence, though. So instead, he said, "I'm just really nervous."

"Gee, I couldn't tell." Jared smirked, causing Reid to look away. "Hey, you know I didn't mean anything by it. You'll do great."

"Spence, it's time." JJ said, walking in from behind them. Reid just nodded and followed JJ out, his mind screaming at him that he was about to be in serious trouble...

'Jasper' walked up on the stage, his hips swinging left to right. He waited on the pole anxiously, but he hid it well as he swung side to side, becoming 'one with the pole', as Jared as described it. A few men tried to join Jasper, but each time someone from his team managed to feign them off with the offer of a free drink.

After about ten minutes, Jasper saw Morgan walking up to the stage, a cocky grin placed on his face.

"Hey Pretty Boy, got a name?" he asked.

"Jasper." he smiled, a playful smile on his face. "Why don't you join me?"

"Only if you say please."

"Please." Jasper whispered, his mouth near Morgan's ear as his head nuzzled Morgan's neck.

"That was convincing." he smirked. Then, he grabbed Jasper's waist and pulled him back up to the pole. His left hand ran up and down Reid's side all the way to his thigh, his other hand staying in place on his waist. Jasper swung around the pole, Morgan always following him wherever he went.

"I'm sorry." Morgan whispered in Jasper's ear.

"What for?" he whispered back.

As his answer, his hand lowered to the zipper of Jasper's leather pants. Jasper closed his eyes, fighting the growing panic within him. Morgan pulled them down before placing a soft kiss on Jasper's thigh. His kissed his way up to his chest, when he then starting lifting up his tight shirt. Jasper fought back tears; he felt so exposed and vulnerable, knowing that his team and so many strangers were watching...

That's when he first heard his name being called.

"Spencer! What the hell are you doing?"

At first, Morgan and Jasper tried ignoring it, but every time they heard it, the voice kept coming closer. Their team wasn't reacting to it, which lead them to believe that whoever was saying it wasn't a threat.

That was, before Morgan felt the hand pulling him off Jasper. The man punched Morgan in the face before walking toward Jasper.

"Dad..."

"..Uh, oh. Daddy dearest is about to cause some serious problems! R&R?..."