Last Part! Yay! This was lot of fun...sorry i caved in in the middle and wrote the rest kinda angsty, i did all i could. no, really.

I had to change the title and theme for the last one, because...well i had a better idea. this is called "Dark romm" and it´s closely connected to Part 4.

Now, there is some sexual content in here, just so youre warned. it´s nothing explictit though but i want to be safe.

Have fun reading!

It was almost a week since what Hotch had since called the Interrogation-Incident in his mind and they had already been on a new case for the past three days, leaving little time for reflection of any kind.

Some maniac was burning down houses all over Maryland and they had so much to do just traveling from crime scene to crime scene that they barely had time to work on a detailed profile. Much less muse about their coworkers´ potential love life.

That being said, it would be a lie to even pretend that certain thoughts didn't continue to sneak up on him, usually in the worst possible moments. He just couldn't seem to get the picture of Morgan as he held Reid close by his throat, whispering unspeakable thing in his ear out of his mind.

He really didn't know what disturbed him more; the idea that it might have a true core or the fact that he couldn't seem to stop thinking about it for some reason…

It was getting so bad, he had even considered talking to the two of them about it, just to resolve the issue and hopefully get some peace -but in the end he had been too embarrassed and uncertain…after all, it was most likely that they were just coworkers and wouldn't be happy about any misinterpretation of their relationship. Much less to be asked by their boss if they were into role-play.

No. He would just have to drown his last sane thought in work as per usual.

Hotch yawned as he climbed the stairs of the hotel they had set base in.

Prentiss and Rossi were two cities across interviewing the latest victims´ friends and neighbors; they probably wouldn't return until the next day. Hotch had been with them originally and they had even called the rest of the team to let them know they were staying there, but in the end he had figured he would be of more use at the base.

Plus, Emily and Dave had seemed like they really wanted some alone time to dedicate themselves to…well, files.

He yawned again, for once too tired to even be bothered by his agents' obvious fraternization. He was just glad he didn't have to be there anymore to watch it.

He had reached the base hotel just around late noon, only to find out that Reid and Morgan weren't back yet either. So now he would have to wait until he could discuss any further steps with them.

Great. All this traveling back and forth was getting annoying, especially since they never seemed to have the agent they needed at the respective crime scenes. Today they could have used Reid's ability to read through files quickly, then maybe Emily and Dave wouldn't be pulling an all-nighter –but Reid had been gone all day as well, interviewing people in another related town with Morgan.

Hotch reached the hotel room he was sharing with Morgan, finding it empty as expected. Through the half closed curtains he could see the soft light of the setting sun and suddenly his eyelids felt too heavy to keep them up. He crossed the room past both beds and sat in a chair in the corner by the window. He wouldn't fall asleep, no, there was no time for that –he would just close his eyes for a tiny second.

He woke with a start when the hotel door opened.

Hotch started and was awake immediately, very much aware of his stiff neck and aching body from having fallen asleep in a chair. He blinked, only now realizing that it was almost completely dark in the room. He must have been asleep for a while; it was night.

He heard rustling of clothing and Morgan's voice in the hallway by the door and was about to get up or call out when he heard something else. Another hushed voice, answering to Morgan. He wasn't alone.

Hotch stayed where he was, completely still, trying to figure out what exactly was going on and how to react to it. There was some giggling and more rustling.

Hotch frowned as he listened intently. At first he thought Morgan actually had the nerve to pick up some girl after a 36 hour day –until he heard a distinctly familiar whisper: "Are you sure Hotch wont be coming back…?"

"Yes, pretty boy, stop worrying already."

If he hadn't recognized Reid´s voice already, the nickname would have been all the proof he needed. It wasn't some girl Morgan had brought to his room, it was his younger colleague.

What were they doing?

Were they still working on the case this late at night, or was this a social call?

His suspicions were back instantly but he really tried not to get ahead of himself. Maybe they were just going to watch TV…

But why would that require his absence and why hadn't they turned on the light yet?

He knew he should just get up, make them notice him and everything would probably turn out to be normal. But if it would…then there was no harm in waiting just a bit longer, was there? Just to be sure…

He heard Morgan chuckle as he moved towards the bedroom, his heavy steps closely followed by quicker, lighter ones.

"Come on, the lights are out! Hotch said he´d have to stay the night in the next town. He told you on the phone…", Morgan assured him.

Judging by his voice he was standing in the middle of the room by now, not even ten feet away from where Hotch was sitting. Obviously they hadn't noticed him…No wonder, if he were here they would expect him in the bathroom or on his bed.

Not in a dark corner, like a hiding criminal.

"Yes…I know…but we still shouldn´t…here…", Reid´s voice sounded somewhat muffled, like he was speaking against fabric. Or skin.

His voice came from exactly the same spot Morgan's had.

It wasn't until he heard the unmistakable sound of lips pressing against lips that Hotch realized the moment for him to speak up had come –and passed.

He sat completely still then, barely daring to breathe, praying that this wasn't what he thought it was, that he wasn't really trapped in this very unfortunate situation….while somewhere deep down he couldn't resist wanting to know what would happen next…

He felt his heart beat quicken involuntarily and fought to keep his breathing inaudible.

"Are you talking back to me?", Morgan's voice was low and teasing, but Hotch recognized the choice of words immediately.

Apparently so did Reid.

"What if I am?, he sounded like he was smiling, but there was a shade to his tone that made his question sound like it wasn't all a joke.

Hotch heard shuffling and Reid gasped softly.

He could see them now that his eyes were slowly adapting, only to find them in almost the same position they had been in the interrogation room a week ago. Morgan was pressing against Reid´s back, strong arms wrapped tightly around the other man´s waist and shoulders. He lifted one hand to take hold of Reid´s chin and turned it back in his direction.

"Then I might have to spank you.", he whispered into his ear, sounding husky, threatening and playful all at once somehow.

The hand at Reid´s waist moved over his torso and Hotch thought he heard buttons snapping, fabric being pushed out of the way. Suddenly, the lightness of Reid´s bare skin was almost glowing in the night, in stark contrast to the dark hand wandering over it. Reid gasped again, and this time it wasn't just in surprise.

Hotch was sure that his head must have the color of a ripe tomato by now; his sweating hands were gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly his fingers were turning numb, but all that was nothing compared to his suddenly racing pulse and a very familiar feeling in his stomach.

He tried to ignore the last part with minor success, instead focusing on the facts:

Hadn't he known it?

Even now he could barely believe he had actually been right - mostly because he had bigger problems to worry about.

From what Reid and Morgan were doing it looked like they were headed in a particular direction and Hotch didn't know if it would be more mortifying to let himself be known or to just sit it out.

Logically, he knew he should do the former before any more clothes came off, but the seconds just seemed to tick by while his breathing grew to match Reid´s and he just sat and stared ahead without blinking.

He should leave. He should want to leave.

Instead he found himself wondering what it must feel like to be touched like that by a man…to touch…Reid´s light hair shimmered in the dim light and his fingers itched to comb through it before he could suppress the sensation…

Oh, God. This was so bad…

"Have you been bad?", Morgan whispered right then, like he had read Hotch´s thoughts somehow and the unit chief flinched slightly. Bad was an understatement for this situation.

Morgan moved very suddenly just then, like he sometimes did in the field, practically sweeping Reid off his feet in one swift movement. Reid clutched at Morgan's neck for balance as he fell back onto the bed, another one of those distracting gasps escaping his lips.

Morgan was on top of him almost instantly, their bodies forming one compact, organic shadow in the otherwise lifeless room.

"No.", Reid whispered honestly, his breath coming unevenly.

Morgan chuckled at his obvious misconception of the answer one would usually expect: "No? Then it must be me who´s bad…"

They kissed again then, more passionately this time.

Hotch watched without blinking while his mind was screaming at him for half a dozen different things. The way he felt right now, apart from flustered and embarrassed and shocked…it was something he had never thought possible before, something that would uproot everything he thought himself to be.

Was this what had been bothering him about Reid and Morgan´s behavior all these past weeks…that it wasn´t him doing it…? That realization positively took his breath away.

Still, he couldn´t seem to do anything to preserve his crumbling self image while more clothes were removed bit by bit over on the bed.

He actually tried closing his eyes childishly for a while as though that would make anything better, as though that would block out the sounds -until Reid suddenly pulled away, stopping Morgan with two hands on his shoulders.

"Wait…this isn't…this is where Hotch sleeps.", he protested, not elucidating on how he knew that.

Hotch stopped breathing without actively noticing it. On the one hand it was almost a relief that they had stopped for now…on the other hand he was almost shocked to have his name come up now.

Morgan stilled for a moment, then his shoulders lifted in a careless shrug: "I´ll tell him I switched it, he won't mind…"

Then he chuckled slightly to himself.

"What´s funny?", Reid demanded to know.

"Maybe he wouldn't mind finding us here anyway…", Hotch could almost hear the man's grin and felt panicky hot flashes approaching at the implication: "I always thought he was a little sweet on you."

"Don't be ridiculous, he was married to a woman.", Reid scoffed yet sounding somewhat embarrassed He shook his head, dragging his long hair over Morgan's arm in the process. They sounded so normal talking and bickering like this that he would have believed them to be in the bullpen if he hadn't seen them intertwined on the bed.

"And how did that work out?"; Morgan replied, not letting up: "Nah… just remember the look he was giving us last week…"

"Because you overdid it.", Reid scolded immediately, sounding embarrassed at the memory of his boss seeing their performance in front of Reynolds.

"I´ve never heard you complain before."; Morgan playfully bit Reid´s neck, teasing the pale skin there and Reid moaned softly: "Now… don't you want to be done talking about Hotch?"

"Yes. But…"

"No buts.", Derek interrupted him, easily grabbing both of Reid´s wrists and pushing them from his shoulders and into the mattress next to his head. He held them there as he bent down to take another, longer kiss that left Reid speech- and breathless all at once.

After that it was all moans and gasps and whispered names. Shirts and jeans were off long before there was another coherent sentence uttered.

"Do you have the…?", Reid panted past Morgan's lips and the older man nodded, pulling away reluctantly.

"…bathroom...", he muttered, getting up from the bed to quickly walk over there in nothing but his underwear.

Reid remained on the bed, his prone form still except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

Hotch gulped. He was a vision. Truly a miracle that Morgan had been able to tear himself away at all.

How had he never seen this…or not realized it consciously…?

It was in that moment that Hotch realized he needed to tear his eyes away now, that this would be their last break before they really got started.

He could contemplate his own problems later, for now he needed to spare them all a lot of embarrassment and awkwardness.

So he got up slowly and quietly, suppressing a moan when he felt his own body´s reaction to what he´d seen very clearly through the movement and wished he could just run straight out of the door.

Instead he made his way past the bed very carefully so Reid wouldn't notice him. He seemed pretty self-occupied at the moment but he couldn't risk anything, so he silently made step by step, all the while looking down so as to not run into something by accident.

Almost past the bathroom now…he could hear Morgan rummaging around in there…

That not looking out for what was in front of him had been a mistake only came to Hotch when he suddenly and unexpectedly collided with something solid and warm.

His hands instinctively shot up for support. When they wrapped around warm, flexed arms he felt like was about to have a coronary.

He jumped terribly, half afraid that Morgan had already come out of the bathroom. But no…he could still hear him in there which left…

His breath caught in his throat when he realized Reid had gotten up at some point and walked over to him. Panic set in again and he let go of him like he´d been burned. Which he had in a sense…

He was getting ready to spew out some nonsense explanation…or maybe already start apologizing - but didn't get to say one syllable.

Before he could get one word out, he suddenly felt cool lips gently brushing his, startling him almost more than anything else. He stood there completely petrified as Reid wrapped his arms around his neck and fully leaned into his body.

Heat shot through Hotch´s veins at the sensation, the smell and taste…more intense than he had believed possible even after realizing he might like men just minutes ago. It was overwhelming…shutting off his brain…

"I love you, Derek.", Reid kissed him again, softly and sweetly, tasting faintly of coffee. Hotch was so busy not noticing all the parts of Reid´s body he could feel against his´ that he almost missed those whispered words.

What he didn't miss was the bathroom door suddenly opening, illuminating the room –and then the second of shock all three of them experienced before all hell broke loose.

The light was switched on, and Hotch stared straight into Derek Morgan´s disbelieving face. His expression was almost as shocked as Reid´s who gaped at him out of wide eyes and without blinking or breathing.

It took a moment for either of both to realize they were still standing pressed against each other, then Reid hastily scrambled backwards, turning ghostly white and deep red in alternation.

"Ohmygod! H-Hotch?", Reid almost stumbled over his own words. Realizing the whole situation at once.

He shot an almost panicked look at Morgan, who still wasn't moving, then at Hotch again, all the while very poorly trying to cover his whole bare torso and legs with only two hands.

Neither of his agents thought to ask how he´d gotten in here or how long he´d been there. They knew they had bigger problems.

Morgan was standing by the door with nothing but condoms and a pair of boxers and Reid had just confessed he was in love with his male coworker to his boss´ face.

It could turn out very badly from now on if Hotch decided to act upon what he´d seen.

For that to happen though, Hotch would firstly have to remember how to use his mouth and legs. As it was he was still staring at Reid, his lips slightly parted and his breathing rapid.

Reid, who obviously believed him to be hyperventilating, found his speech back first, trying to save what he could.

"I…oh, I'm so sorry, Hotch…I swear I didn't know…I mean, I thought…", he hesitated, afraid to admit that he had thought he kissed Derek. There was really no believable excuse, not even for a certified genius.

He fell silent when he realized that and just stood there looking miserable, his eyes downcast and his lips thin. They could lose their jobs over this…not to mention the respect of everyone who found out.

Suddenly though, Morgan surprised all of them by stepping up to Reid and boldly interlacing their fingers.

His gaze didn't waver as he held his boss´.

"We´re together.", he admitted without hesitance (like that needed to be clarified): "I´m sorry you have to find out this way and we understand if you´re furious…I just want to say that I'm responsible…" He ignored Reid´s sound of protest: "… and if you want to kick someone off the team it should be me."

Hotch looked at him and Reid, standing as one front with their hands interlaced, as strong and proud as someone could who was only wearing boxers –and suddenly he knew what he wanted to do.

The question was if they would let him.

It was worth a try, he supposed as he fought down his nervousness. If he made an utter fool of himself they would all have something on the others.

"You´re right.", he said slowly, careful to keep his expression neutral: "In fact a proper spanking might be in order. Any volunteers?"

He couldn't suppress a grin when both men looked like they had just seen a pink elephant, staring at him disbelievingly with gaping mouths.

All else aside, that at least had been worth it.

Alright, that´s it you guys. I really hope it didnt disappoint untit the end.

So Morgan and Reid are secretly a couple, like we didnt all know :-)

sorry if you dont care for Hotch´s involvement, but it can be read as an open ending, so if you dont like him, just interpret the end so that m/r said no, okay?

Anyway, thankx so much for all your support, I had so much fun writing this.

Maybe I´ll do another story for CM soon. I´m not sure yet, could be a crossover. Anyone know the movie From Dusk till Dawn? It wouldnt be so much about vampires as about the criminal brothers. Let me know if you´d find that interesting, please.

XO to y´all