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"MORGAN!"

Derek Morgan heard his Unit Chief yell from his office and immediately thought about running, hiding, changing his name, and relocating to Antarctica. Anything to avoid the conversation, or rather the intense tongue-lashing he was about to receive thanks to his big mouth. One day he'd learn to keep it shut. Prentiss and Reid stared at him wide-eyed as he tried to shrink into his chair.

"I've never heard him yell like that!" Reid said in shock.

"What the hell did you do?" Prentiss could not hold back her chuckle at Morgan's obvious discomfort.

Before he could answer, Aaron Hotchner appeared in his office doorway, affixing his glare on his agent and simply pointing a rigid finger toward his office.

"NOW!" His growl left no room for argument as Morgan got up quickly and slinked past Hotch into his office. Hotch followed him with his glare before entering behind him and slamming the door.

"Hotch, man," he tried to defend himself, but Hotch cut him off.

"Sit." Morgan did as he was told as Hotch took the seat behind his desk. He picked up a memo and handed it to Morgan to read. He waited until he was finished before speaking again.

"How many times do I have to tell you to watch your mouth, Morgan?"

"Hotch, you know how me and Garcia are, man. Everybody knows. It was all in good fun!"

"Clearly, everyone does not know, which is why I've told you over and over again to keep your banter behind closed doors. Someone overheard you and reported you. And now you and I are attending yet another sexual harassment seminar."

"Hotch, really," Morgan began, only to be cut off again.

"I've got way too much work to do to waste my time in these seminars because my team can't keep their mouths shut. They make me attend with you because I'm the Unit Chief and I am responsible for the behavior of my team. But clearly I am not doing my job very well. Do you realize that between you and the Italian Stallion next door, that I have been to more sexual harassment seminars than any other man in the whole of the FBI?" Hotch looked exasperated. Morgan had to bite back a chuckle at his Unit Chief's distress.

"I really am sorry, Hotch. I swear we'll tone it down, at least around the office."

"You got that right, because if I get called to another one of these God-forsaken seminars, I will make it my personal mission to drown you in so much paperwork that you will never see the outside of the BAU for the rest of your career. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Two o'clock this afternoon upstairs in the conference room."

"Okay." Morgan got up to leave before once again facing his boss. "Hotch, I really am sorry."

"Morgan, get out."

Morgan chuckled and left the office, closing the door behind him. Hotch dropped his head to his desk with a loud thud. "Why me?"

THE END