"….YAY! Last 'unofficial' chapter ;)! Thnx so much for reading! I love you all! Oh, and do you know how hard it was for me to write William nicely? I don't like him, and I warn you now, there's a…one last surprise in this one ;)…"

Addicted Innocence-Chapter 19

All is Well, but…

Spencer had been given medication for his fever, and a few hours later, it finally climbed down to a more manageable 98.8. The temperature came down every hour, it seemed, and the nurse had told Morgan and William that Spencer could return home the next day if his temperature continued to fall.

"Thank you." Morgan smiled politely. "It'll be great to let him actually go home; he's been looking forward to it for a while now."

"Well, rest assured, he'll be as good as new before you know it." The nurse smiled back. With a final nod, she left Morgan and William alone with Spencer.

Once she was gone, William turned to Morgan revealing his worn-out and exhausted appearance. "Would you mind if I left for a few hours? I need… I need some time alone."

"Yes, of course." Morgan nodded. "Do you want me to call if he wakes up?"

"No, that's all right." William responded, shaking his head 'no' to emphasize the point. Morgan could tell that something was off with the lover's father, but he just nodded. William had been forced to see his son hurt again, and he understood that things like that could take quite a toll on a person. "Take care of him, okay?"

"You didn't have to ask."

"Yeah, I'm starting to understand that now." William replied. Before Morgan could comment on the odd statement, William walked out of the room. Morgan watched, eyebrows raised, as William Reid walked out of the room with a frown on his face. He sighed and leaned back into Spencer. "M-Morgan?" Spencer asked as he snuggled closer.

"What is it, Pretty Boy?"

"He's not coming back, is he?"

"I don't think so, kid." Morgan sighed. "It's not your fault, though. You should know that."

"I do know that." Spencer nodded. "But what I don't know is how long a few hours can seem. The doctor said I could leave tomorrow before noon. It's nine pm, and it feels like tomorrow is so far away." He whined.

"It'll be okay; I promise. Before you know it, you'll be asleep again and tomorrow will be here when you awake. Just close those beautiful big eyes of yours and get some sleep, all right? You still look exhausted."

"I'm sick of sleeping."

"No, you're sick 'of fever'. Now lay down and be quiet." Reid grumbled something back, but he had a feeling neither of them knew what he had said. Finally, Spencer laid down on Morgan- his newest pillow; he had come to realize- and fell back to sleep a few minutes later.

"Night Spencer." Morgan whispered. "I love you."

~*M/R*~

Spencer Reid struggled to put his 'normal clothes' back on, but he managed-slowly and awkwardly, but he still managed. He was going to be released from the hospital in less than thirty minutes, but he still wasn't happy. He had been raped repeatedly, and those memories would be fresh in his mind for a while. He wore as many clothes as possible, wouldn't sleep unless Morgan or Hotch were in the room, and he jumped at every little thing.

But that wasn't the only thing that was still bothering him; his father hadn't come back. He knew that William never planned on coming back, but it still made him upset. His father had left him and his mother at a young age, came back after a while, left again, and he had finally returned when he found out his son was raped and tortured. Now, after acting fatherly and caring again, he had once again left. He had expected it, though, and he knew that he shouldn't dwell on the thoughts. He sighed as he attempted to put his tie on, only halfway succeeding. He couldn't think about his father right now; he had to focus on recovering.

Spencer's head snapped toward the door when he heard a familiar tapping noise. He offered a half-smile at the visitor standing in the doorway and motioned for him to come in. His visitor sat down on his hospital bed and waited until Spencer got a third shirt and a second sweater vest over his head until he started talking. When he saw that Spencer was ready to talk, he smiled and motioned for him to sit next to him.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my plan."

"That's okay, Jared. I know that you didn't have a choice. I'm glad you helped, though. You saved a lot of lives."

"Yeah, including mine." Jared chuckled humorlessly. "If I hadn't had decided to help you guys, I would have been dead by now, and the cycle would have continued. I'm glad that I chose to help the FBI, though. I met you at the very least."

"I'm glad that you're okay." Spencer nodded. "You saved my life."

"I'll miss you, Spencer. You're a good guy…. And fake stripper." He joked.

"Yeah, well, I had a lot of motivations." Spencer scuffed. "I will miss you, too. Maybe if I'm ever in Vegas again I'll stop by."

"Yeah, I'd like that." Jared agreed. "Oh, how is your dad holding up?"

"I wouldn't know. He… He took off last night." Reid sighed.

"I'm sorr-"

"No, it's okay." Reid interrupted. "I just…" But Spencer never got to finish his sentence; Morgan and Hotch entered the room, interrupting their reunion.

"You're all ready to go, kid." Morgan smiled. "Oh, hey Jared."

"Hey," Jared nodded back.

"I can't wait to get out of here." Reid nodded. "I want to leave so badly!"

"Yeah, I bet you do." Morgan laughed. "Come on now; let's go."

With one last round of good-byes, the BAU finally left Las Vegas….

~**M/R**~

On the jet ride home, Spencer and Morgan stayed to themselves, sharing a seat as they laid out against each other. The rest of the team fell into fitful sleeps; the only kind of sleep one could get on a plane. Spencer and Morgan knew that they wouldn't be able to fall to sleep as easily as the rest of the team, so they decided to pretend to be sleeping as Morgan's hand traveled through Spencer's hair, an obvious sign that they weren't pretending hard enough. With a frown on their faces, they finally gave up and sat upright.

"Are you okay, Spencer?" Morgan asked.

"No, but I will be."

"Anything you want to talk about right now?"

"Yeah, there is one thing…"

"What is it?"

"When you told to be go back to sleep last night at the hospital, you said…something…after that."

"You know what I said." Morgan gathered.

"Yeah, I heard you."

"And…?"

"And did you mean it?" Reid asked.

"Yeah, Spencer; I meant it. I… I love you."

Spencer smiled at that. He moved his body so he could reach his boyfriend's lip. Then, he pressed his own against them and inwardly smiled when he felt them kiss back.

"I love you, too."

"Well, Pretty Boy, I guess we have some things to talk about when we get home."

"Which should be easier to do, since I'm giving you both three weeks off." Hotch said as he joined the couple.

"So you're okay with this?" Morgan asked.

"It's hard to find someone who understands not being home every night and having to leave on a whim… and I've known about you two being in love for a while." He admitted.

"Yeah, it's just too bad it took us so long." Reid muttered, a smile still on his face.

"Well, you did, and that's all that matters. We're about to land, I suggest you two work this out later."

"Thanks Hotch." Reid nodded. With a dismissing nod from Hotch, the group stood up as the team woke up. They quickly filed off the plane and headed straight to their cars; the office work could wait until Monday. Morgan offered Reid to stay the night at his place, and he immediately agreed; he was too tired to take the subway to his empty and lonely apartment. Company would be good for him.

As Morgan and Spencer drove home, Spencer stared out the window, still smiling. He hadn't stopped smiling since Morgan had told him he loved him, but he didn't mind. All the pieces were finally falling into place, and all was finally well again.

And besides, he had kept the 'uniform'.

Fin.

"…hehehe…I just threw in that last sentence as a teaser. :) Thnx for reading everyone Hope you liked it…!"