I'm back with more! So I promise you, this gets really dirty. . . . in the next chapter. I'll try to get that up ASAP... but I have PoA to update too. . . which is not written prior to publishing in a notebook, it is typed directly on the computer, which makes it harder to type. For some reason. I don't know. Just sit tight and wait for the dirties.

Oh. And uh... I don't own anything but the plot.

The team sat around their table in the bullpen, tablets in hand, listening intently to the briefing. Hotch stood before them, severe voice resounding through the room as he went over the basics.

Reid was listening and writing what he heard so it would be easier for him to remember.

Morgan was reclined in his chair, arms folded behind his bald head. He would nod or raise his eyebrows every so often, maybe take a glance down at his tablet.

JJ tapped a pen rhythmically, arms folded as she leaned on the table, listening and watching. She was intent on soaking up every bit of information she could so this case could be done with before many more people were hurt.

Emily had a more distant way of showing her attentiveness. She sat in her chair, hands folded in her lap, calm expression on her face. She looked to a normal passerby to be bored, almost spacing out, but to the team, she was paying as much attention as the rest of them. They could see the almost imperceptible tilt of her head, the quirk of one eyebrow and the occasional glance to the left as she processed thought.

Rossi had a similar look to Prentiss', but his arms were folded across his chest in an attempt to distance himself, as well as a light smile on his face, obviously brought on by some thought, possibly an idea for his book. Maybe a humorous memory triggered by something Hotch said, even though this was truly no time to laugh.

Hotch tapped the button on his phone, speed dialing Garcia down in her lair. He put her on speaker and set the phone down on the table.

"Garcia, what've you got?" He said sternly.

"Uh..." they could hear the clicking of keys as she typed. "Amy Ng, 24 her boyfriend, Chas Hamilton, 25; Sarah Murphy and her boyfriend, Michael Hines, both 24, Monica Warren and her fiancé, Wes Bryant, 26 and 29 all found dead in one of the apartments. Woman was killed first, the man forced to watch as she was tortured."

"Thanks, Garcia." Hotch said, reaching over to end the call.

"Oh, wait." He pulled his hand back as she spoke again. "I could only get you guys 4 rooms. Hotch, Rossi, you have your own rooms. Girls, you're sharing. And, uh... Adonis, 187... you have to share, too."

Reid's eyes widened. "No. No Garcia, please. That has to be a mistake."

"I don't make mistakes, babe."

"No! I can't share with Morgan! Please!"

Morgan laughed his deep, almost sensual laugh from across the table. "C'mon, Pretty Boy. I don't bite. You know that."

"Well, no. Most humans do not use biting as a form of self defense unless they are physically restrained in some way by another human. And I have never known a full grown man to bite people for fun, though I suppose it's a possibility."

"Reid. I meant that I'm not that bad."

"Oh, I know what you were implying, it's just that the way you—"

Rossi spoke. "Hotch and I can get along just fine. If you need us to-"

Morgan nudged him. "Don't. I love to watch him squirm." He whispered.

.:':.

Reid sighed as he slid the card into the lock. It beeped and he turned the handle, stepping into the dim room and immediately flipping the light switch.

Reid surveyed the room, a look of horror creeping onto his face as he took in more and more. There was one bed; a queen, and one love seat. No couch, no mini fridge. He had to sleep in the same bed as Derek Morgan for an undetermined amount of time. He considered taking his gun and just shooting himself, but truly, that was no way for him to go.

The door closed behind Morgan and Reid immediately let out his rage. He threw his satchel onto the bed and sat down angrily. "We're the fucking FBI and this is what we get? Not a suite, not our own room, not even two separate beds. Hell, we don't even get a fucking microwave!"

Derek watched Reid as he unpacked, mumbling to himself and putting his clothes into the small dresser under the TV.

"That's quite the mouth you got." He commented, chuckling. He didn't know Spencer even knew those words.

"Oh, shut up." He snapped. He sat down on the bed, head in his hands. "I'm sorry, Morgan. I really don't mean to be so pissy. I just..."

Morgan moved closer to him. "Is it that time of month?" he asked. You could hear the smile in his voice.

"W-what? No, come on, Morgan. That's physically impossible and you know it."

"I don't know... I know that I seem to get a little irritable around the middle of the month. And, you know... a little randy."

Reid shifted, uncomfortable with the topic. "That's not the problem, Morgan. I just... I don't share well. When I was a kid, no one talked to me so I didn't have to worry about sharing, so I never really learned."

"If that's what you're worried about, stop." The larger man said, sitting next to the genius. "I honestly don't care. We have a queen size bed. We can each sleep on our own side, alright?"

Reid nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Morgan."

"Hey, uh.. Prentiss, JJ and I were gonna go out for dinner, you wanna come?"

Spencer thought for a moment. "Uh, yeah; sure. Thanks."

There was still quite a bit of time until dinner, to Reid shuffled himself back onto the bed, leaning against a pillow, and took out a book.

Morgan wandered aimlessly for a while before plopping down next to him and shamelessly reading over his shoulder.

When Reid flipped the page, Morgan whined. "I wasn't done yet." He said teasingly.

Reid ignored him, instead lost in his own thought. 'Oh, gosh, he's so close to me. I can feel him breathing on my ear and why am I reacting this way. Calm down, Reid, calm down. We have almost nothing on the unsub; we'll be here for a while.'

He had plenty of time to warm up to Morgan and make his move.

He came back to reality to realize that he had been reading the same paragraph for 5 minutes. Morgan was staring at him, concerned. "Pretty Boy, are you okay?"

"Hmm? O-oh, yeah. I'm fine." He blushed.

Soon enough it was time to go, but Reid decided to change quickly before they left. He slipped out of his corduroys and into some skinny jeans while Morgan was in the bathroom.

When Derek came out, he stopped and stared, blatantly checking him out. "I think 'Pretty Boy' just gained new meaning. Where did you get those, kid?"

He blushed, looking down at his shoes. "Garcia talked me into it a few weeks ago. They're absurd, right?"

"Hell no. You look... don't take this the wrong way, but you look sexy."

Reid blushed harder and grabbed his keys. "Come on, let's go; I'm hungry."

Morgan obediently followed the younger man out the door, but not before grabbing a room key.

.:':.

JJ and Prentiss were already at the table when Morgan and Reid got there. The girls waved them over and JJ stood up and slid into the seat next to Emily so Morgan and Reid could sit together.

Both men slid into the booth and opened their menus. "Oh, gosh. This all sounds so good. I don't know what to get." Morgan said as he skimmed the menu.

Eventually they ordered, Morgan of course flirting with the waitress, and settled in for the wait.

Morgan occupied himself briefly by surveying the restaurant, looking for suspicious people out of habit. He caught a familiar shock of blonde hair and a vibrant flower adorning it.

"Baby Girl!" he cried as Garcia sauntered over to them.

Reid felt a jolt of jealousy rock him, a bitter taste suddenly in his mouth. He threw himself at Morgan everyday and still the charming, voluptuous, flirty techie got more attention than him.

"I didn't know you were coming out for this case!" He said, standing up to give her a hug.

"Of course! I forgot to tell you and then I missed the jet. So I had to find another flight. But I'm here!" She pulled up a chair and sat down, Morgan returning to his seat.

Everyone else at the table greeted the lovely techie as well, although Reid a little grudgingly.

"So, my lovelies, you need some more info, huh?" She pushed her glasses up on her nose before continuing. "This is one of the cases where you guys have to lay low. Your cover? A group of tourists. He's been targeting couples, so no couple-y stuff. You're from Denver, you want to experience the east as a group. You'll be going out a lot. Dinner, movies, clubs. Watch for anyone alone, introverted, etc. You know how it goes. If a couple leaves and he follows, you tail them both. Kay?"

The group nodded just as their plates were set down in front of them. Garcia grabbed one of Morgan's fries, popped it in her mouth and stood up. "Thanks, Baby Cakes. Now, I have to go; my van is outside. If you need me, call me. I'll be dropping off your mics tomorrow. Enjoy!"

And with that, she was gone.

Reid grabbed his napkin and made to spread it out and put it in his lap; Garcia would kill him if he got anything on these jeans so soon. The napkin had other ideas, and it fell to the floor by Morgan's feet.

"Shit," he muttered as he bent down to pick it up. As he attempted to retrieve the runaway cloth, his head ended up in Morgan's crotch.

He quickly jerked his head up and hit the table. "Ow," he whined, rubbing the back of his head. He blushed and continued to rub lightly as he picked up his fork and began to eat his fettuccini alfredo.

Reid dug into his pocked at produced his phone, quickly texting Garcia one-handed. 'Garcia, it's happening again.' He took a few more bites before clearing his throat. "Excuse me, Derek, I need to use the restroom."

Morgan got up and let the young genius out before sitting back down and raising an eyebrow at JJ, who continued telling of the latest conquest of Henry's. This time it was the kitchen table and attempting to sit in a normal chair.

Once Reid was in the bathroom, he made sure it was empty and then dialed Garcia's number.

"What's the matter, Wonder Boy?" She asked.

"I'm trying to impress Morgan, or at least come off as normal, and it's not working. I ended up with my face in his lap and then I hit my head on the table." He whined.

"Babe, just take it slow. Get some wine as an excuse for klutziness and/or any flirting."

"You're the best, Garcia," he said, smiling.

"I know." She said sweetly. "PG out."

Reid returned his phone to his pocket and looked at himself in the mirror. He straightened his sweater and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "You can do this Spencer. He said you looked sexy. There has to be something there." A sigh."Okay." He pulled open the door with a paper towel, caught it with his foot, crumpled the towel and shot it into the garbage can. "Awesome." That toss gave him all the confidence he needed to flag down the waitress and order some wine. The rest would come from the alcohol.

Reid sat and sipped his wine, finishing a glass. JJ and Prentiss had joined him and Morgan stayed sober so he could drive them all back to the hotel.

Reid was down to a little less than half of his second glass when he twirled some fettuccini on his fork and held it out to Morgan. "Morgan, you have to try this!"

The man looked at the tipsy Red quizzically before moving to grab the fork.

"No, no, no. Morgan, open your mouth."

The larger man complied and Reid guided the fork into his mouth.

Derek took the pasta in and chewed slowly, savoring the salty-sweet flavor. "Mmmm. Wow, that is really good."

Reid chugged the rest of his wine and watched as JJ and Prentiss walked giggling to the bathroom.

He leaned close to Morgan. "Can I... can I tell you something," he asked.

Morgan nodded. "Sure, anything."

Reid leaned close to whisper in the larger man's ear. "I- I like you, Derek."

Morgan pulled back. "I—Spencer you're drunk. Once Emily and Jen get back, we'll leave, okay?" he said, signaling for the waitress to come and bring the check.

Reid immediately sobered up, adopting his normal tone of voice. "Actually, I'm barely tipsy. Despite what you may think, I can hold my liquor very well. And because I ate before the wine, I'm even better. In all honesty, I have romantic feelings for you, Derek. I was simply using the wine as an excuse so if this went badly, I could blame it on that."

"Uh... What do you mean when you say romantic?" Morgan asked, looking very uncomfortable.

"Judging by your small jerk backwards and tone of voice, I'd say you're not comfortable with this situation, so I will not explain myself. You obviously don't return the feelings, so if you'll excuse me," he said, standing up and opening his wallet for some bills. He threw them on the table, enough to cover his meal, and took a step towards Morgan. "I will be waiting in the car."

Morgan didn't move. "E-excuse me, Morgan." Reid said again, his confidence wavering. "Please move so I can leave." He felt a hint of panic playing into his voice and coughed in an attempt to hide it.

Finally Morgan stood up and let Reid out of the booth.

Spencer left the restaurant and sat in the car, starting the ignition and turning the AC on. It was a hot June night and the car was stuffy, making Reid that much more impatient.

He felt tears sting his eyes and grip his throat, not sure if he needed to yawn or cry or both.

He ran a hand over his face and through his hair. 'What were you thinking, you idiot? He's not gay. You know that. Why did you even try? Now you have to share a bed with him for some unknown amount of time. Stupid, stupid, stupid.' At this point, he didn't even want to talk to himself, let alone anyone else. A tear rolled down his cheek. A tear of hurt, anger and regret. He wiped it away, not wanting to show weakness, not even to his reflection in the windshield.

The driver's side door opened and Morgan slid in, avoiding eye contact. JJ and Emily stumbled into the car, buckling in slowly. They would come back for their car in the morning.

The ride to the hotel was quiet and awkward, neither of the males looking at each other.

When they got to the hotel lobby, they parted ways; JJ and Prentiss' room was on the first floor while Morgan and Reid's was on the third.

The elevator ride was just as awkward as the car ride, neither looking in the other's direction.

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