Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all, I hope you enjoy this chapter. So, some things are going to happen and I've been a right evil cow with the ending of this chapter. I know I'm updating about an hour so late than I usually do but my cold is making my head a bit foggy and I have to keep thinking for the word I want. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you.

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Reid made sure that everything looked good for when Morgan came to his apartment, he had enjoyed his day off but had not enjoyed having to go to the therapist that Rossi had arranged for him to see. He didn't like talking about everything that had happened to him, Martin was part of his past and not part of his present or future. He poured Morgan a non-alcoholic beer and knew he'd be arriving soon. He began cutting the peppers to add to the pan. Cooking for Morgan wasn't a hardship, it was something wonderful and something he liked doing. Martin had always kept to a strict diet and had always wanted his dinner ready at a certain time.

"NO! Martin, don't, I'm begging you," he screeched in fear as Martin began to push his hand to the pan of boiling water.

"Why shouldn't I put your hand in there?" Martin spat. "I come home and you've just got started on dinner. I expect it ready and on the table!"

"I'm sorry," Reid pleaded before an idea popped into his head. "If you burn my hand, it'll look suspicious and people will ask questions."

"Hiding behind your team again," Martin huffed. He brought Reid's hand away from the boiling water and threw him to the ground. He quickly delivered two kicks into Reid's ribs before straddling him and grabbing his throat. "We'll discuss this in bed, for now, I want my dinner."

Reid looked down as he came out of his daze, his hand now had a cut to the palm and it was dripping blood. He realised he had held the knife during his flashback, he rushed to the sink and ran the cut under water, he winced at how deep the cut was and knew he needed stitches.

"Hey, pretty boy, I'm here," Morgan called from the hall, he had a key to the apartment. Reid turned off the tap and grabbed a kitchen towel. He looked up to see Morgan walking into the kitchen. "Shit, Spencer, are you okay?"

"It's just a cut," he shrugged as Morgan came over and moved the kitchen towel.

"That's more than just a cut. We need to go to the ER and get you stitches, how did this happen?"

Reid yanked his hand away. "I don't want to go to the ER! I'm cooking us dinner and we're going to sit and enjoy it. I just wanted to surprise you and I cooked your favourite food. I had to go and ruin it. I had a flashback and I must have moved my grip up the knife without realising. I ruin everything."

Morgan put his arms around Reid and held him as he began to get upset. "You didn't ruin anything. We'll pick something up on the way back from the ER and we'll watch a movie. That needs stitches, we can't have a nice time together if you're bleeding all over the place. Come on, don't get upset."

Reid and Morgan walked into the ER and took the clipboard from the nurse. They sat down but got a surprise at who was also sitting in the waiting area. " Hey, Rossi" Morgan greeted as they sat down. They both noticed Rossi holding a white pad of gauze to his forehead.

"What are you two doing here?"

"I had a flashback," Reid said truthfully. "I sliced my hand open without realising it."

"Spencer, are you allergic to any medications?" Morgan asked as he filled out the paperwork.

"Not that I know of," he answered before turning to Rossi. "What brings you to the ER?"

"One of my garden steps came loose as I was walking down them and after a little tumble, my head met the corner of the brick wall. It needs a few stitches. How bad was the flashback, Reid?"

"Nothing I want to talk about."

Morgan finished filling out the paperwork and quickly handed it back to the nurse at the desk, he came back and checked on Reid's hand. "It's still bleeding," he shook his head.

"I thought you were going home tonight, Morgan," Rossi said.

"Oh, screw it," Morgan sighed. "Do you know already or do we need to tell you?"

"We all know," Rossi chuckled before smiling. "You're not very good at hiding it. You also forgot to keep up the use of surnames at work. You've called each other Reid and Morgan since I came to the BAU. Since Reid came back to work, you've called each other Spencer and Derek. I'm happy for you both."

"Thanks," Reid smirked. "I ruined my surprise dinner though."

A young nurse came into the waiting area. "David Rossi?"

"That's me," he held his hand up before getting out of his seat and going after the nurse.

Reid sat in the BAU room with Morgan and the entire team around him, Rossi was now sporting a small white dressing pad on his forehead. Taking a deep breath, he decided he wanted to get it over and done with, they all knew already. "Morgan and myself are in a relationship," he said quickly.

"We know," Blake smirked.

"Is this going to cause issues in the field or at work?" Hotch asked. "I'm happy for you both but I don't need to tell you that being in a relationship with fellow members of the FBI isn't exactly something the directors or the bureau like. Your private life is yours, but I need to know if you're going to be okay working together."

"Before this, we were already like brothers," Morgan explained. "Now, we have chosen to move into a relationship. We'll behave at work and we won't take any risks. I would have risked my life before all this for him anyway."

"That's all I needed to hear," Hotch said.

"You both made a cute couple," JJ mused.

"What do you mean?" Reid questioned as he picked up his coffee to take a gulp.

"You go well together," Garcia jumped in. "Morgan is the coco pops and you're the milk."

Reid choked on his coffee as he began to laugh, he coughed and wheeled back his chair to cough a few times. The others had begun to laugh as well. He felt his boyfriend patting his back and enjoyed being able to smile.

A week later

He felt the same rush he had craved for the last few hours course through him as Morgan kissed him, strong hands were now running through his hair and he let out a small moan as Morgan put his hand down his trousers.

"Oh," Reid gasped before Morgan began moving his hand. "Derek, I-I!"

"You what?" Morgan grinned as he brought his hand out and pushed Reid to the bed, prepared him and then began. Reid bit into Morgan's shoulder as he struggled to control his happiness and pleasure.

Three weeks later

Morgan whistled as he made his way to Reid's apartment, he spent his weekends with Reid now and had to admit that he hadn't felt like this for a while. He was happy and loved that everything was back to normal. He parked his car and made his way to the apartment. Opening the apartment door, he took a step in. He cried out in pain as something struck him in the back of his head. He hit the floor and moaned.

"No!" he heard Reid scream. He turned his head to see the man he loved pinned to the floor by two strangers.

"Spencer," he kicked out his leg and caught the man who had hit him in the back of his head, he tried to get to Reid but slammed into the floor as he felt a powerful voltage run through his body. He could barely think after the current ceased, he knew someone had shot him with a taser. He didn't even realise he was getting restrained, all he was trying to focus on was Reid.

"No, please, no," Reid sobbed. "I don't want to."

"You killed Martin, he was a good friend of ours and he gave us you cheap the last time we saw you, this time we get to have you for free."

"No," Morgan grunted as he tried to get out of duct tape around his wrists and legs. "Don't you dare hurt him!"

"Derek, please don't let them hurt me," Reid cried. Morgan got angrier when one of them put a gloved hand over his boyfriend's mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll give your boyfriend a good time," one of the men smirked at Morgan.

Reid struggled and screamed into the hand as they began to drag him to the bedroom.

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