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Morgan smiled as he watched Reid outside with Désirée and Sarah, he liked seeing Reid smiling and laughing, he wondered what they were talking about and decided that he would find out later. He finished the dishes and wiped his hands.

"Derek, I want to have a talk with you," Fran said from the table, her hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee.

He walked over to the table and sat down. "What do you want to talk about, mom?"

"Spencer told me everything that happened with Martin."

"Why would he tell you that?" he asked in shock. Reid usually kept things to himself.

"I knew something was wrong and no-one has a nightmare that frightening unless something happened to them in the past. We talked and he wanted me to talk to you. He thinks you still feel guilt for not seeing what was happening to him. Do you feel that guilt?"

"How can I not feel it?" Morgan sighed. "He was getting raped, beaten and emotionally ripped apart and I didn't see it. I'm supposed to see these things because I care about him, even before we became what we are now, he was my best friend and it was my job to protect him. I didn't do that and he almost paid the greatest price. I remember walking into his apartment and slipping in his blood. When I saw him on the floor, pale and covered in blood, I felt everything inside me break. I had him in my arms when I rushed him out of the apartment and I prayed he stayed alive. He did but then we found out what he'd been through. Yes, I feel guilt and that guilt will never go away."

"It upsets him that you feel guilt about what happened. I know you love him but you have to realise that he didn't want you to know what was going on back then. You never let me see what Buford was doing to you."

"Mom, I never told you because I wanted to protect you," Morgan said quietly.

"I know but still, I wish that you had. Now, I want you to keep what you just said in your mind. You never told me about Buford because you wanted to protect me, Spencer never told you about Martin or the abuse because he wanted to protect you. By what he told me and by what Martin did to him, I have no doubt that Martin would have tried to kill you if you had learned about them."

"He got hurt though, momma," Morgan said, his eyes starting to tear up. He could be a big macho man in front of everyone but he was back to being a little boy when he was around his mother. "He got hurt and now he screams when the nightmares take him over. I hold him and I just never want to let him go, I don't want to let him go because I'm afraid to lose him like I almost did the night he got stabbed."

Fran rose up from her chair and held her son, he leaned his head against her and felt like a child again. He loved his mother and she always had a way of bringing out the part of himself that he kept locked away, a part that not many people had access to.

"He loves you, Derek," she smiled gently at him. "He loves you and you've brought him back from a dark place. I know what happened to him will never leave you both but you can't start a new life feeling this way. You both need to think about what you want in the future and how you can build it together."

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Derek. You'll always be my little boy."

"You'll always be the best mom in the world."

Reid sat in the bed and watched as Morgan got dressed for bed, he missed Morgan touching him like he used to. They hadn't been intimate since the attack at his apartment. He wanted to feel that rush again, that rush of heat he always got when Morgan touched him and kissed him. Morgan slipped in next to him and he put down his book. He leaned over and tried to kiss him but failed as Morgan dodged the kiss. "Pretty boy, what are you doing?"

"I want you to kiss me and I want us to go back to how things were before the attack at the apartment. Please, I just need this."

"Spencer, I'm not sure you're ready."

"I'm ready, Derek," he said in frustration. "Please, I hate this. I hate that I'm letting them win."

Morgan looked into his eyes and the next thing he knew was strong lips on his, Reid felt Morgan climb on top of him and kiss him passionately, he relished the rush of joy and excitement that came through him. Morgan went lower and lower as he kissed down his body.

"Oh, yes," Reid gasped.

Morgan stroked his hand through Reid's short hair, he loved doing it. "You seem unable to stop grinning," he chuckled.

"Can you blame me?" Reid sighed. "That was amazing."

"My mom had a word with me. Spencer, I still have feelings of guilt about not seeing what Martin did to you. I'll always have a small part of myself that feels that way. I don't want that to stop us from having a future together."

"What do you think the future holds for us?"

"Hopefully a lot of good," Morgan smiled.

Reid stirred the eggs, flour, butter and sugar all together, Fran was baking some things and had brought him in to help. It was just Fran and him in the kitchen, Morgan and his sisters had gone out to see some old friends.

"Thank you for talking to him," Reid said to Fran. "I just want you to know that I'll do everything I can to make him happy."

"I have no doubt about that. He'll make you happy too."

"He already does," he grinned. "Am I doing this right?"

She came over and looked in the bowl. "Stir a bit faster, the fun bit comes when we break out the butter cream icing."

A few weeks later

Reid rushed through the hospital, almost knocking over a tray of supplies. He found the team in the waiting room. "Where is he?"

"Spencer, he's still in surgery." JJ answered.

"How did this happen?" he demanded.

"We didn't know there was a second unsub, he surprised Morgan and shot him outside the police department. Morgan sustained two gunshots to the chest," Hotch explained.

"He's gonna be fine," Reid told himself before looking at them all. "Please, tell me that he'll be fine."

Blake stepped forward and hugged him close. "He'll be fine, you're not going to lose him. None of us are."

"I can't lose him," Reid shook his head. "I can't lose him after everything."

A few hours later

Reid sat with the others, holding Garcia's hand. They had both flown out together. A doctor walked in and smiled kindly at them all. "Is there a Spencer Reid?"

"That's me," he asked in confusion, Hotch was Morgan's medical contact. "I'm not his medical contact though."

"According to our records, you're Mr Morgan's medical contact."

"Is he okay?" he asked.

"It was close but we expect him to make a full recovery."

The whole team let out a breath of relief.

"Can we see him?"

"Maybe just one for now," the doctor suggested. "He's awake but very tired and very weak. He needs to rest."

"Reid, tell him that we're all here for him," Rossi smiled. "It's you he'll want to see."

Reid gave Rossi a thankful look before going after the doctor to Morgan's room. The doctor left him at the door and asked him to get a nurse if Morgan needed one. Walking into the room, he almost lost control as he saw Morgan in bed, hooked up to machines.

"Hey, pretty boy," Morgan quietly wheezed.

"I thought I was going to lose you," Reid began to cry gently as he felt every wall break down. "You promised never to leave me."

"Come here, Spencer."

Reid walked to the bed and sat on the edge, Morgan lifted up his arm and brought Reid into a weak hug. "I'm never going to leave you, pretty boy."

"You never break promises so I know you won't leave me."

He kissed Morgan and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not going anywhere," Morgan grinned weakly. "We've still got a future to build."

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