The song Morgan and Reid listen to in the car is Hamburg Song by Keane

Relating to Morgan and Reid in this chapter~ Waste by Foster The People

The weather lifted without warning the next day and somehow nobody was really in the mood to extend their vacation, so they headed to the airport. The atmosphere on the plane going home was rather chilly (and in some cases hung over). Prentiss had conspicuously taken the seat as far from Young as possible, Morgan and Reid were also blanking him, though they weren't exactly chatting amongst themselves either. JJ also still had her feathers ruffled but Morgan couldn't quite recall why and decided that under the circumstances he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about whatever it was.

Rossi leaned over and nudged Hotch, who looked up from his newspaper.

"Do you have any idea why no one on this plane is making eye contact with anyone else?" he muttered out of the side of his mouth.

"I'm as stumped as you are." Hotch said, though actually he could make a pretty good guess. He looked worriedly at Morgan, who was looking worriedly at Reid. Hotch wondered if his fears had been realised in spite of the warning he gave.

"I think we must have missed a rather eventful evening last night." Rossi said curiously.

"Well my horoscope does say that Mercury and Venus are in alignment this week and may cause conflict between family members." Hotch remarked, totally straight-faced.

Rossi raised his bushy eyebrows, but then saw the corner of the unit chief's mouth quirk slightly, and sighed in relief. "For a moment there I thought you were serious." He chuckled. "Hey gimme the sports willya? I wanna know how the Cubs did on Sunday."

Hotch allowed himself a small chortle at his own zany frivolity before passing Rossi the sport section.

Meanwhile Morgan spent the plane journey thinking about how if he was less of an idiot then maybe he could have started that morning in bed with Reid's warm body curled up next to his, instead of alone on the couch (Reid had offered to sleep there but Morgan insisted he have the bed, and sharing the bed would have been far too awkward) with a sharp ache in his shoulder and a bitch of a hangover to top it off.

Maybe Morgan would have woken up first, with the warm, slumbering genius sprawled across his chest, and he would have been dying of happiness and freaking out and trying very hard to act cool and unruffled, trying to think of a witty/sexy opening remark in preparation for when he woke up. He would have brushed his thumb over Reid's shoulder, caressed the curve of his back as far as he dared. Maybe then Reid would have woken up not knowing where the hell he was and it would have been kind of funny and kind of awkward, like all morning-afters were. But it would've been different to the others, because it was Reid.

And he'd let that opportunity slip out of his hands.

Why am I such an idiot? He thought to himself irritably.

...

They were dropped off at the BAU parking lot and everyone went their separate ways.

"Hey, D'you need a ride home?" Morgan asked Reid nervously as they got out of the car.

"No thank you. I-"

"Please Reid." Morgan said. Reid looked uncertain. "C'mon, I've got some Coldplay we can listen to?" Morgan tried to lighten the tone.

"Okay then." Reid smiled awkwardly. They walked over to Morgan's car and got in. Morgan plugged his iPod into the speakers and found the playlist he was looking for.

"Insomnia playlist?" Reid asked, seeing the name on the screen.

"Yeah…I made it for you when you started having trouble sleeping." Morgan admitted.

"Oh. Wow, that was really...um, so how come you didn't give it to me?" Reid asked.

"I dunno. I guess I just realised that I didn't want you to associate these songs with the memory of being in pain."

"Oh." Reid said flatly.

But I'm still in pain.

He'd asked Morgan to forget about it, and Morgan seemed more than happy to oblige. But Reid was having difficulty doing the same. Besides the awful agonising embarrassment of being rejected and feeling like a complete idiot, his feelings for Morgan had actually intensified following last night's failed seduction.

He'd told himself not to get too invested in Morgan, he knew perfectly well about his promiscuity and his problems with trust. But like an idiot he still went and lost all self-control, and practically begged Morgan to sleep with him. He'd thought he was being careful, taking small steps towards a sexual and maybe a potential romantic attachment. But somewhere along the way it seemed he'd tripped himself up and gone skidding into the falling in love stage.

Still, every time he looked at Morgan he felt tingly and warm and excited and irritated and full of angst and anguish at not being able to be with him in that way. It lifted his spirits and crushed his soul simultaneously. Every. Single. Time.

So maybe he wouldn't associate these songs with the awful pain of insomnia, but now he would associate them with Morgan kissing him back for just that one moment before stopping him, and yelling at him for saying 'fuck,' and the horrible senseless things Reid had yelled back. Knowing without a doubt that Morgan didn't want him, and that this uneasy friendship was all he'd be able to have with him now. But hoping for more anyway.

He asked Morgan to email him the playlist and then spent the car journey looking out at the city and listening to the songs which would later come back to stab him in the heart all over again.

...

Fast-forward, days, weeks. Reid wished he could have fast-forwarded his life, skipped past the first few awkward silences and hellos and goodbyes and the big painful elephant in the office of the BAU. He could almost see it sometimes, obese and grey and miserable, wedged in between the photocopier and the coffee machine and waving it's wrinkled trunk forlornly to try and catch somebody's attention.

His first meeting with Young since they got back, Young wasn't looking too well, tired and weak. He was back to bouncing the ball but his hands were shaky and he often missed and then looked like he wanted to kill somebody. Reid didn't care, he wasn't interested in why Young had gone and sabotaged a relationship everyone could see would have made them both happy, why he'd decided to not only screw up Reid's hope of a relationship, but rub it in his face by carelessly destroying his own when he'd been given the opportunity Reid would have killed for with Morgan.

He went back to not talking for the whole hour, regretted ever trusting Young enough to open his mouth.

...

Morgan's first session with Young was strange. They went for a walk after he finished work one evening. As they went to leave the bullpen Prentiss turned the corner in front of them and Young disappeared into Rossi's office so quick Morgan was left turning on the spot in confusion trying to work out where he'd gone, and Prentiss looked at him like she was thinking he maybe needed a few days off work.

When they got outside the building Morgan asked, "So, out with it, why the hell did you go and wreck it with Prentiss?"

Young gave a short, humourless laugh and shoved his hands in the pockets of his brown leather jacket. "Hahaa…I think I'm gonna have to pull the psychologist-patient card here and remind you that we're here to discuss your messed up psyche, not mine."

"Oh, right then." Morgan said sarcastically.

"So. I get the impression it didn't go brilliantly with Reid after I left."

"You could say that." Morgan said. "And whose fault is that?"

"Ah, that…was…a…important psychological experiment. I do that to all my patients. It's all part of the process, you know?" Young said innocently.

In response Morgan reached out and shoved him sideways into a streetlamp.

"Ow." Young protested timidly.

"Part of the process my ass. Whoever the hell licensed you as a professional therapist needs their head examined."

"Ha…that's sort of ironic."

Morgan shoved him into the next streetlamp. Young grabbed it and swung himself around it into Morgan's path with a mischievous smirk.

"Ow, okay. So since you're in such a foul mood I'm guessing there was no smoochey-smoochey time with you and Dr Reid then…?" he grinned, ducking under Morgan's arm to escape the third shove and turning his hands into duck heads, touching the tips of his fingers together while making kissy noises.

Morgan stopped and glared at him, "I swear to God, if you don't shut your…"

"Oh my God there was, wasn't there!" Young exclaimed. "Wow, that's a big step! Good for you! I'm so proud of you. You're finally being open about your feelings. So how'd you screw it up? Did you use too much tongue?"

Morgan rolled his eyes. "I'm really not comfortable talking about this. I don't know if Reid would be okay with me telling you."

Young nodded. "Yes. Yes of course. We should respect his privacy."

He lasted about six seconds.

"So he wasn't into it then?"

Morgan hesitated, then sighed.

"Actually he initiated it."

"Oh." Young frowned. "That's…unexpected."

"You didn't know about…uh…about how he's been feeling?"

"Well of course I knew, but the last I checked he was 100 miles deep in denial and refusing to budge. Though of course I couldn't have told you anyway even if he'd told me."

"Yeah I know. But seriously what the hell were you thinking, shoving us together like that? You're supposed to be our counsellor not a matchmaker." Morgan asked, annoyed.

"Okay so that wasn't the best well thought out plan." Young admitted. "But slow down there a minute, you can't blame me for what happened after I left the room. I merely combined two very, very unreactive chemicals in a closed container. You applied the heat yourselves. Not to mention you both happily self-administered a more than healthy dose of liquid catalyst."

"Yeah, and you knew those conditions would lead to a reaction!" Morgan protested.

"I didn't know, I suspected. It depended on you. And for the record I think it's better off this way. It may have been a little messy and dangerous, but now your bond enthalpies are stable and you can…"

"Okay your metaphor has officially reached the end of my chemistry knowledge. I haven't studied it since high school."

"I mean now it's over with, you can start to repair the damage." Young suddenly frowned. "Wait, am I missing something here? He kissed you. That's good right? Why is there even any damage to repair? Why are you not holed up in your bedroom screwing like bunnies?"

Morgan shrugged and looked down at the sidewalk. "S'complicated." He mumbled.

Young puffed his chest out. "Well as luck would have it, I happen to be trained to analyse the shit out of 'complicated,' so hit me."

"Look…I've known Reid for…I don't know, like five, six years now? And in that time not once has he ever looked at me, looked at anyone like he…you know. Wanted them. I mean there were a couple of girls he was sweet on for a while, but he never initiated anything, he just sort of went along with what they wanted. And then all this happens and out of the blue he suddenly wants to jump into bed with me? You don't find that at all worrying?"

"Hmm. I see your point." Young admitted. He thought for a moment.

"Not many people would have the strength to resist that if it was handed to them like that." His voice softened. "You must really care about him."

Morgan looked down uncomfortably, feeling awkward. Young for once didn't push it.

"So what happened after the kiss?" he asked.

"We argued."

"About whether to pursue a relationship or not?"

"Not exactly. We got kind of side tracked and started yelling at each other about…I don't even remember. He said something about what difference did it make to me whether we slept together or not since I sleep around so much anyway."

"Makes sense. He felt vulnerable and backed into a corner so he lashed out and tried to pin as much blame as he could on you."

"I guess." Morgan replied. "He doesn't find this stuff easy."

"Neither do you. So in some ways it's pretty easy to understand how you could have worked alongside him for all this time and never known he had a thing about you. Knowing Dr Reid I could quite easily believe that he didn't even know about it himself. It's possible that he repressed his feelings so efficiently he never even noticed they were there until the Faraday brothers used them against him."

"You think so?" Morgan asked doubtfully.

"I think it's a possibility. Maybe you should talk about it with him, help him figure out where his feelings came from."

Morgan hesitated and then shook his head.

"I don't think he wants to talk about it. He asked me to just forget about the whole thing. And I don't think his feelings are as strong as mine anyway. He said himself that it was just an experiment for him. A drunken one night stand. I really don't want to drag it all up again and make him feel any more embarrassed than he already does."

"Well, it's up to you." Young said casually. "All you have to do in the meantime is to make sure you avoid any and all situations where you might end up alone with him behind closed doors."

Morgan chuckled. "That shouldn't be too hard, as long as somebody keeps their nose out."

"I promise nothing." Young grinned.

There was a short silence.

"How is she?" Young asked tentatively.

"Pining for you. Crying on her couch eating ice-cream and watching romantic comedies." Morgan said sarcastically. "What do you think she's doing? She's hunting down the evil in the world and kicking its ass."

"Is that the profiler equivalent of romantic comedies and ice-cream?" Young laughed sadly.

Morgan shook his head. "I don't think she ever let you close enough for that."

"Good." Young nodded, sounding like he was trying to convince himself that he meant it. "Good."

Morgan narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Young shrugged defensively.

Morgan shook his head slowly. "I should be tearing you a new one for playing with her head like that."

"Oh, right," Young said sarcastically. "Because your attitude towards me this evening has been all kittens and candy." His voice sounded different to his normal sarcasm. More bitter.

"She's like family. And she don't trust easy, you know?"

"Yeah okay I get it, I'm a jerk. So enlighten me, why aren't you beating up my sorry ass?"

Morgan slapped him on the back gently.

"Because I feel sorry for you." He said, and turned back the way they'd come from.

"Brilliant. Well. That makes two of us." Young muttered, getting his ball out of his pocket and bouncing it as he crossed the road.

...

Reid woke up every day and the idea of going to work was unbearable, because he had to face Morgan. But the idea of not going to work was just as unbearable, because then he'd have wasted a whole day of his life not being with Morgan. He felt utterly pathetic and hopeless and the pain wouldn't go away.

And then the hallucinations came back.

He hadn't given them a second thought since they seemed to have disappeared with his insomnia, but one night to his horror he woke up on the couch to find somebody touching his leg, and when he turned the light on he was alone. The next morning in the shower he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned around so quick he slipped back and cracked his head on the tiles. But the sensation wouldn't go away. He still felt the hand rubbing his shoulder, no matter how he scrubbed and scratched at the skin until it was red and sore. It was like being sexually harassed by an invisible ghost with boundary issues. Except that it wasn't nearly as funny as it sounded because Reid could sense that there was something evil about it. And he had a feeling that he knew what, or rather who it was.

A couple of days went by and he started hearing flies buzzing faintly, wherever he went, even though it was November and they should all be dead by now. Before he realised it was another hallucination he'd almost torn apart his whole apartment looking for them. It drove him mad, he couldn't stop searching the room with his eyes, even when he was in the middle of a conversation with somebody, and he knew how insane that made him look.

Then after around a week of that he came home to find Eric Faraday lying on his couch watching TV. He froze up, his hand hovering above the doorknob.

"You're not real." He said hoarsely.

Eric smirked. "I don't need to be real to make your life a living hell, sweetheart."

Reid closed the door behind him, his heart pounding.

"I could go for pizza, whenever you're ready." Eric said, stretching his arms.

...

Morgan could see Reid deteriorating in front of his eyes, but there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it. Reid shrugged off every conversation, refused to talk to Morgan about anything that wasn't work related, even though Morgan could see that something was making him terrified, and he had a pretty good idea what it was.

Reid was getting scarily good at hiding the symptoms from the rest of the team, too good for Morgan to be able to pin any specific thing down that was worrying him to report to Hotch, but everybody saw the haunted look in his eyes, the fact that he jumped at the slightest noise and the dark shadows under his eyes, and every member of the team sat down alone with him at some point to try and get him to open up, but Reid evidently didn't trust anybody anymore, least of all it seemed, Morgan. He wondered whether that was because of the paranoia or because of what had happened between them. He wondered if he'd brought all this on Reid again by causing him so much stress.

Reid just kept denying anything was wrong, blamed tiredness or headaches for his physical state. Morgan felt totally helpless.

...

Prentiss stormed into the BAU one morning clutching a bouquet of flowers. JJ and Morgan were the only ones there in the middle of a coffee break. She dumped the flowers on the table in front of them

"I found these on my desk." She snapped. "Can you believe that guy? He thinks a bunch of stupid flowers and an I'm Sorry card is going to make everything okay again?"

JJ stood up. "Oh…well here, let me find something to put them in for you…" she said awkwardly.

"No!" Prentiss shook her head. "No. I'm not accepting these." She turned and stalked into the ladies. JJ shot Morgan a worried look and followed her. "He is not getting a damned centimetre of the moral high ground here." She yelled over her shoulder.

JJ opened the door to find Prentiss ripping the heads off the flowers violently and tipping them all into the sink. Prentiss looked up and seem to realise that she was behaving a little crazily. She dropped the flowers she was ripping, stepped back from the sink and held one hand up to her temple.

"I'm sorry…it's just…I was so sure. I am an expert in human behaviour, but I swear, nothing that that man does makes any sense to me whatsoever." She said exasperatedly.

JJ put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Well, you know, when we profile an unsub, and they start behaving in ways that contradict what we know, it doesn't always mean we were wrong about them, it just means we're missing a part of the profile."

"I don't care what his problem is. He can take his stupid flowers and shove them up his-"

"-That's the spirit." JJ cut her off, smiling uneasily.

They walked back to the bullpen arm in arm. Prentiss's cell phone started ringing as soon as they were through the door. She scrambled to pull it out of her coat pocket but looked a little disappointed when she saw the caller ID. She excused herself, standing a few metres away and whispering in a hushed, agitated tone.

Morgan and JJ exchanged confused looks.

"That wasn't him was it?" JJ asked when she walked back over to them.

"No. It's nobody. Not important." She said.

They could tell she was lying, and they looked at her sceptically to let her know that they knew it.

She sighed. "Okay look, you know the junior police officer we worked with on the White Star Resort case, Jarvis?" They gave her blank looks. "Tall, blonde, kind of cute?"

"Oh, yeah." JJ and Morgan both said at the same time. They both gave him a funny look. He coughed and avoided their eyes.

"Anyway…after Ada-Young, pissed me off and I stormed off I kind of just wandered around getting drunker and drunker, and then I happened to bump into Jarvis." They both raised an eyebrow. "Well actually I kind of fell on him if you must know." she gave an embarrassed smile.

"And? What happened? You didn't…?" JJ's eyes gleamed.

"What? No!" Prentiss said indignantly. "I wasn't that drunk that I'd…well okay actually I was that drunk, but I wasn't so desperate that I'd hop into bed with the first guy I found!"

JJ held up her hands. "Okay, sorry. Go on with the story."

"Well that's kind of it really. We talked for a while, he offered to walk me up to my hotel room, and asked for my number. And I said okay."

JJ smiled. "Wow! Well good for you!"

Prentiss nodded. "Yeah…I guess. This is like the third time he's called me today. Apparently a couple of months ago he applied for a promotion and if he gets accepted he might be moving to a department pretty close to here. I mean…not that close, but close enough that we could…you know. Make it work."

"Awesome." Morgan grinned. "Sounds perfect."

"Yeah…he's very sweet. Not at all vain or full of himself. But…I don't know…I'm not sure I should see him again."

"Why not?" JJ asked.

"Well…he's younger than me. And I hardly spoke to him, I just don't know if it would work."

"Maybe not, but I can think of a few activities which can be a lot of fun without the need for maturity or conversation." Morgan grinned.

They both looked at him disdainfully.

"Why do all guys have a one track mind?" Prentiss shook her head.

"Well…he does have a point. I mean we have a very…stressful job. You don't need to commit to anything serious if you don't want to. Just see how it goes. It might be fun."

Morgan chuckled, detecting a hint of envy in JJ's voice. He suspected that diapers and baby sick were killing her and Will's sex life.

Prentiss hesitated. "You don't think…it's a little soon? I mean…Adam..." She shook her head vigorously. "Ugh no. You're right. I might as well see where it goes, since I don't owe Dr Young any kind of respect."

"Atta girl." Morgan patted her on the shoulder. "But Hotch is giving us death glares from his office so we'd better get back to the grindstone."

"Whoever built this place with glass walls should be shot." JJ complained.

...

November quickly became 'nearly christmas' according to Garcia, whose tech room sprouted tinsel from every possible surface, the soft light from the screens reflecting off them and turning the room into a robotic Santa's grotto. She had placed a star on the top of the highest screen and several plushie reindeers and snowmen on her desk singing 'jingle bells' and 'silent night'.

She had also tried to make them all wear Santa hats she'd brought, but everyone refused so she put the hats on random inanimate objects throughout the office. Rossi searched for his laptop for nearly fifteen minutes before realising it was under one of them. He snapped at her that she was turning their workplace into a joke and normally she would have been terrified and apologised meekly, but this year she was unfazed, apparently determined to knock some Christmas cheer into them all if it killed her.

JJ and Prentiss went to see 'Garcie's Grotto' during their lunch break. They walked in on Garcia in her chair kissing a kneeling Kevin, holding mistletoe above his head. They broke apart and blushed.

"Oh!" Garcia said.

"Not fraternising during work hours are we?" Prentiss grinned.

"I should go…" Kevin stuttered, getting to his feet.

Prentiss noticed with amusement as he left that Kevin was the only one who had been talked into wearing a Santa hat.

"Wow. This place looks awesome." JJ laughed.

Garcia preened a little. "What can I say? It's a gift."

They perched on the desk and chatted about their Christmas plans for a while.

"I'm spending it with my mother as usual, so I'll be drinking a lot." Prentiss sighed.

"Will wants it just to be me, him and Henry this year." JJ said unenthusiastically. "But…I've always been part of a big family Christmas you know? With my parents and my brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins, It would feel so quiet with just the three of us. Plus I was going to invite Spence again this year. He's been so strung out recently, I don't want him to be on his own in that sanatorium for Christmas."

"Yeah I noticed that too. He's been acting really odd lately. The other day I asked him what was up with him and Morgan recently and he said 'nothing' and I all I did was ask if something had happened with him and he got really annoyed and said 'for once could you just mind your own business?'"

"That's not like him at all." JJ frowned.

Garcia piped up, "And I walked into the kitchen yesterday lunch time and he was drinking coffee and staring into space and I said 'hey you' and he jumped and dropped his mug and it broke. And then he muttered something like 'why can't you just leave me alone?' and then walked out to get a broom." She said, leaning her elbow on the back of her chair. "I thought maybe he's finally going through the grumpy teenage phase?" Garcia suggested. "And soon he'll start listening to heavy metal and wearing eyeliner." She giggled at the thought. Prentiss laughed too but JJ was worried.

"You know…this all started a couple of months back, remember? We were on the Faraday case and they were kidnapped and then ever since, they've both been acting different." She pointed out. "I thought they were getting better at the end of the last case, acting more normal. But I guess not."

"Well, it must have been horrible. Maybe it's still playing on their minds?" Prentiss said. "On orders from Hotch I'm not supposed to tell you what happened, but Reid was in a really bad way on the last case. I think that might be why Hotch hired Young in the first place."

"What do you mean?" JJ asked.

"I'm not sure. Except that he seemed to have some kind of medical training." Prentiss replied.

Garcia sat up and started tapping on her keyboard. "Well luckily we do not need to wonder ladies, for I am the all-powerful Christmas fairy and your questions will be answered."

"Oh my God you're going to background check Adam?" Prentiss laughed. "That's kind of unethical don't you think!?"

"Not a full background, just his career and education." Garcia defended herself. "If it'll weigh on your conscience then you may leave the room now."

Neither of them moved.

"As I thought." She grinned. "It says he studied psychology for four years at Harvard and then attended the FBI training academy. Looks like he showed a lot of promise but was suddenly discharged before his final exam. He went back to college two years later to complete a PhD in clinical psychopharmacology and after that a postdoctoral Masters degree and two years of supervised prescription training to get his license. He was also awarded an associate membership to the APA which allowed him to practise psychology and prescribe drugs for his patients."

"So if Hotch hired him to treat Reid, that means…" Prentiss frowned.

"He's developed schizophrenia." JJ said quietly, gutted.

"We don't know that for sure." Prentiss put an arm around her. "It could just be a bad case of PTSD."

"Yeah, and it sounds like Young knows his stuff." Garcia said reassuringly.

"Why would it be such a big secret if it was just PTSD? If it was schizophrenia I'd understand why it had to be kept quiet, but you can stay in the FBI with PTSD as long as you show you can manage it." JJ shook her head.

Garcia and Prentiss looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

...

Morgan had left the office that evening and was walking to his car when JJ called him back.

"Hey, what's up? Need a ride?" he asked.

"How could you not tell me that Young's treating Reid for schizophrenia?" she demanded.

"What?" Morgan looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't give me that Derek! You must know! I saw you leave with Young the other night. Why else would Hotch hire a licensed psychiatrist to come on a case with us?"

"Woah, woah slow down. Reid hasn't been diagnosed with schizophrenia! Or if he has then he hasn't told me about it!"

"But Young is treating him right? And you?"

"Alright, yeah he is!"

"Because of the Faraday case?"

"Look JJ this is really none of your business!"

"It is my business! Reid is my friend, and he's obviously not coping! What happened on that case that hurt you both so much? How can we help Reid if we don't even know why he's upset?"

"Alright look," Morgan snapped. "If Reid wanted you to know, he would have told you, but he didn't did he? And I'm sorry but I don't wanna tell you either. There's nothing you can do to help him. So do both of us a favour and just leave it alone!" He was almost yelling by the end of the sentence. He turned around to walk back to his car.

JJ blinked back tears and went back inside, determined to find out what was going on.

...

Reviews~

marcallie - I used 'slut' because whenever I hear people call somebody a player it's generally in a congratulatory sense, whereas slut is harsher and more derogatory. That may be specific to where I live, I don't know. Thanks for complimenting my wording though :)

Ava Duran - Thank you again for your lovely comment :D

SmcdsShipper19 - I think Young is a kind of mixture of people but mainly in my head he looks like Jared Leto on the rare occasions Jared Leto looks like a normal human being. Who do you picture him as?

LaRieNGuBleR - LOL no Young/Morgan is not a thing in my mind. Young is 100% straight.

M3lly - The link won't work for me, I think may be cutting some of it out.

Medeia456 - HAhaha! Sorry. But I can't believe you read slash fanfiction in your workplace! xD that's kind of naughty. Does anybody else here do that?

epiccakex3 - I'm intrigued. I really want to know what exactly is it about this next part of the story which you're dying to comment on? xD but I don't want to spoil the surprise so don't tell me until we're there! Haha sorry I'm such a tease :3 Very glad to be unpredictable though, that's always nice to hear. Whenever anybody says 'oh yes I can see where you're going with this' I get the urge to transform everyone into penguins just to be contrary. Also glad my character analysis meets your approval and by future profiler do you mean you are actually going to be in the FBI? No wait you're English. Do we have an FBI equivalent here? I feel I should know. I don't think we have much of a serial killer scene here though since jack the ripper. Enjoying your comments immensely as always. xx

NatNazzy - Thank you :) I agree with you entirely. I think it's too soon for them to start anything, Reid especially has some self-discovering to do before he's ready, and so does Morgan. Glad you enjoyed drunk Reid as much as I did! Turns out he's quite the partier after all.

Raeya - Unfortunate mistype there xD it made me giggle because when I read 'wanna snack Derek over the head' I thought you were saying 'I want to snack on Derek's head' and that conjured up the image of a zombie trolling on the internet just commenting on which brains it would most like to eat. *heehee* Sorry I have a strange sense of humor xD

Undertaker Lau - *hands tissue* there there it's okay. I'll fix them I promise. :)

Alchemea - Don't worry my dear xD abrupt endings are not my style. I originally thought this story would be two, maybe three chapters long. Oh how naive I was. =_= i've come to accept the fact that I am incapable of writing short stories. So no, I don't expect I shall end this story after their first time. xD and yes: Damn you Derek Morgan!

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