Morgan began trying to yank the integration room door open, determined to get back to the Haven and his two friends that were in obvious trouble. When the door didn't budge the agent started doing what he did best, he started kicking the door.

"Agent Morgan are the theatrics necessary? I mean really." The Unsub was slightly amused at Morgan's behavior and also a bit annoyed. Did he always have to be such a caveman?

"We should have known better than to leave them Hotch! Help me man! They're in trouble!"

Hotch watched Morgan continuously kick at a steel door that obviously had a locking mechanism engaged. Was Derek that distressed that Reid and Garcia had obviously just had what sounded to be mind blowing sex? Why? Was he that in love with the woman? "Why do you think they're in trouble?" he asked instead.

Derek stopped kicking the door, turning he stared at Hotch. "The hell is wrong with you? Your hearing still fucked up man? Didn't you hear them screaming?"

Giving the other man his famous Hotch stare that could be interpreted as anything he asked, "Did that really sound like a scream of terror to you? Because from where I'm standing, it sounded like Reid and Garcia finished what they started last night."

Derek's shoulders slumped forward and he pressed his forehead to the cool steel of the bolted door. 'Baby Girl, why? Why him? Why my best friend?' he thought to himself. Then another thought hit him like a ton of bricks. 'Why her Reid? Why her and not me?' He had seen the looks that Reid had given him. He knew that they had been dancing around an attraction for years, neither man acknowledging the secret longing they were both harboring for the other.

"Are you in love with her Morgan?" Hotch's voice startled Derek out of his inner thoughts. "Because if you're not, your behavior is extremely irrational." Pausing for a moment Hotch seemed to ponder something before opening his mouth to voice his question. "Or is it Reid that you are so intent on right now?"

Morgan's gaze swung over to the older man. "What you are insinuating Hotch?"

"I'm not insinuating anything. I'm asking you if you have feelings for Reid that is making the thought of him and Garcia being together unbearable. Because if the Unsub has his way we're ALL going to be engaged in sexual activities with each other and the last thing that is needed is for you to lose yourself and become an issue. We have enough of those right now." Hotch stepped closer to Derek and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me what's going on."

Tormented chocolate eyes stared into hazel. How was he going to tell Hotch the feelings that were coursing through his body? "I don't know. I mean, I know what he wants us to do," Morgan motioned towards the glass separating the rooms, "and for some reason I'm not too freaked out about actually doing it. But I'm just...I don't know how to explain it."

"Are you afraid that they will replace you? I can assure you that you are not replaceable Morgan. Not to any of us." Hotch said squeezing the man's shoulder that he still held. It stung a man's pride not to be included in Morgan's jealousy, as irrational as that was. "You do realize that if he has his way, I will also have to be with both of them. Are you going to be able to handle that?"

Looking at Hotch Morgan realized that he had never really considered Hotch as a sexual being. He had thought of Reid plenty of times in a sexual role with himself, but always as a submissive male partner to Derek's dominate. How would Hotch fit into this new dynamic? Instead of stewing on the question the agent decided to simply ask what was on his mind. "How is this going to work Hotch? Obviously Garcia and Reid have had themselves one helluva time," he said motioning to the door and the Haven beyond, "But where do we fit in. I can see myself with both Reid and Garcia, but I can't imagine you submitting to either me or Reid." Morgan leaned back against the very door that had impeded him from going back to the Haven.

Hotch sat down in one of the chairs and leaned back. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me Morgan. I doubt that you have ever given thought to who or what I may like in a sexual situation. Just know that I can adapt quite well when I need to." He wasn't given Morgan anything specific. He had honestly never been with another Alpha male and only a handful of men back in college. He had always been on the giving end of things but found the idea of receiving did not repulse him in the slightest. He and Haley had experimented a few times with different things and he found anal play to be quite pleasurable when done correctly.

"I'm surprised Agent Hotchner, I truly am. I thought for sure that Agent Morgan would be the one to express interest first and here you are taking the lead. But that is your usual role after all." Morgan heard the Unsub's words and stared intently at his friend and superior. Had he missed so much about this man that he had known for so long? "Agent Hotchner would you be so kind as to return to the room and ask Dr. Reid to come here for a moment. I believe that it would be best for Agent Morgan and the doctor to clear the air."

Hotch stood from the chair and made his way over to the door where a confused looking Morgan still remained staring at him. "It will be okay Morgan. We just need to keep our heads and stick together." Derek nodded as he stepped out of the way and Hotch opened the previously locked door. Giving the younger man a final look, Aaron stepped from the room and made his way back to the Haven.

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Reid was dozing pleasantly laying on his belly with one arm tucked under his pillow and the other wrapped around a very happy Garcia. The woman refused to allow him to move too far from her in the post coital haze. Spencer smiled at his friend and lover as she moved closer to him searching out his warmth. Rolling to his side, Penelope nestled into him pressing her body close and burrowing her face into his neck. Running her fingertips down his chest, Garcia explored his body leisurely since their earlier frenzy didn't allow for it.

Spencer watched Garcia map out his body through barely open eyes. She seemed enthralled by the muscles and skin on his torso. "What has you so fascinated?" He asked while running his fingers through her hair.

"I had no flipping idea that you had all this under your clothes. I want to see what else I can discover about you."

"I'm no Morgan but I do have some muscle mass. What did you think, that I was just a skeleton?" He was slightly hurt that she had been thinking unfavorably about his body. He knew he was slim but that didn't mean that he didn't have some definition.

Kissing his collar bone she continued her assault on his neck and up to his ear. Nipping at his earlobe she whispered into his ear, "I've been too preoccupied thinking about a different muscle of yours to worry about anything else." Cupping him, Garcia began to lazily stroke his stiffening member. "Plus all of those sweater vests make it impossible to get a good look down your shirt." Sucking his lobe fully into her mouth, Penelope wrapped her hand more firmly around his semi erect cock and began teasing it to full hardness.

Reid let out a moan as Garcia's soft hands played with him. "They could be back any minute. You keep doing that and they may walk in and get a front row seat to you moaning my name."

Penelope didn't give one damn who saw her and Spencer in the throws of passion. Trailing her lips up his jaw to his lips, she captured his mouth in a steamy kiss before letting go of his length and sitting up on her knees and straddling him. Reid rolled to his back, one hand instantly cupping her breast as the other settled on her hip. Reaching down, he helped positioned himself at her opening before she slowly sank down on his rigid flesh pulling a moan from both of them. As Penelope set the rhythm at an enjoyable pace, neither saw nor cared when Hotch entered the room.