Look, I finally have an update for this story.

There will be one more chapter. Sometime.

Reid and Morgan slept in each other's arms every night for the rest of the case. During the days, Morgan would keep a close eye on Reid, noticing every little wince or gasp as his abused body was taxed. When the case was finally closed and the team was on the jet, heading home, Morgan sat at the end of the couch, Reid's feet in his lap as the genius stretched out on the rest. Morgan's hand was wrapped around Reid's ankle, fingers snaking under his pant-leg cuff to rest on the warm skin above his sock.

Morgan's hand was comforting, reassuring, and with his presence there, Reid soon fell into a dreamless sleep. He groaned when, what seemed like mere seconds later, he was being gently shaken awake. He slowly, reluctantly, blinked his eyes open. Morgan was standing above him, smiling.

"Hey, pretty boy," he said. "Time to go home."

Reid sat up, glancing around to see the others gathering their stuff and exiting the plane. Morgan was holding all their bags already, and Reid stood, following him. As they neared the collection of vehicles, the others gave calls of goodbye and waves. Reid stepped forward, trying to take his bags from Morgan.

"What are you doing?" Morgan held tightly to them.

Reid tried again. "I need to hurry to catch the last bus home."

Morgan held firm. "Will Trey be there?"

A shiver ran through Reid. "Possibly… Probably."

With a nod, Morgan turned to his car, opening the back and tossing their bags in.

"M-Morgan, what are you doing?"

"You're coming home with me."

Reid felt his heart flutter. "Why?"

Morgan walked back to him. "I'm not gonna let you be alone with that bastard," he said, wrapping an arm around Reid and leading him around the car.

"I can't stay away from my apartment forever," said Reid as Morgan opened the passenger door.

"We'll talk to your super about getting your locks changed. I'm sure they'll understand."

Reid nodded.

"And you can call Trey and tell him you're done."

"Derek, I-I can't break up with someone over the phone."

"I don't want him to be able to hurt you," said Morgan, eyes pained as images of Reid's bruises rose to mind. "And by now, he's forfeited any right to a 'proper' break-up. You don't owe that to him. you don't owe him anything."

Reid nodded slowly, knowing Morgan was right. "Okay. I'll call him," he said softly.

The tension in Morgan's shoulders eased a bit and he helped Reid into the car, shutting the door.

….

"I-It's over, Trey… No… No… I'm not… No!... I-I have not been f-fucking him… I've never… Please, just g-get your things out of my apartment… W-With a friend… No, s-someone else… Just, t-take your stuff and leave… No… I… G-Goodbye, Trey."

Morgan slowly walked out of the kitchen, carrying two steaming mugs. Reid glanced up at him as he flipped his phone shut, tears shimmering in his eyes.

"I-Is that coffee?" he asked shakily.

Morgan shook his head. "I thought it was a bit late for coffee," he said, setting the mugs on the low table, revealing swirling mini-marshmallows. "So I made hot chocolate."

Reid gave a watery smile and Morgan pulled him to his side, sitting them down on the couch. Reid automatically curled into his side, Morgan gently holding him close.

"H-He thinks I've been having s-sex with you," whispered Reid, body trembling as he held back tears. "He called me a s-slut."

"He's a fucking moron who doesn't know what he's talking about," snarled Morgan. "Don't let what he says get to you, Spencer. You know the truth, and he's only trying to hurt you."

Reid nodded, reaching out and grabbing his hot chocolate with a shaky hand. He took a sip, the warmth that flooded through him calming him a little. But it didn't stop silent tears from spilling over. He took another drink, setting his mug down and burying his face in Morgan's shoulders, letting the tears flow.

….

They had been lightly dozing on the couch, Reid tightly engulfed in Morgan's arms, when a knock on the door startled them awake. Morgan stood, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he shuffled to the door, opening it.

"Who-"

Morgan's head snapped to the side as a fist collided with his jaw. He stumbled against the wall, head pounding.

"You fucking bastard," snarled the man in the doorway, pushing past Morgan.

"T-Trey?" cried Reid. He hovered at the entry to the living room, glancing worriedly at the dazed Morgan. He staggered back quickly as Trey strode towards him.

"You're not staying with him, hmm?" said Trey darkly. "You lying, little bitch." He grabbed Reid's wrist and Reid cried out at the bruising grip.

"P-Please, Trey-"

"Shut up," roared Trey, slapping Reid across the face. "You just can't keep it in your pants around him, can you?" Another slap. "Fucking whore."

Reid let out a shriek of pain as a punch connected with a high cheekbone with a crack. He dropped to the floor, hands clutching his face, vision blurry with tears."Weak, useless piece of shit." Trey drew a foot back to kick him, but grunted as he was grabbed from behind, spun and slammed against the wall. Hard. His head left a dent in the plaster, blood trickling from split skin.

"Trey Donalds, you're under arrest for assaulting two federal agents," growled Morgan, cuffing Trey with the handcuffs he still had hooked to the back of his jeans.

"Hello? Is everything okay?" called a deep voice from the door, Morgan recognized as his neighbor. The large, construction worker appeared. His eyes widened at the sight of Morgan pinning a cuffed man to the wall. Morgan's dark cheek was sporting an even darker bruise. "Carol and I heard shouting and screaming, she called the police."

"Thanks, Doug," said Morgan, pushing Trey against the wall again as the partially conscious man started to struggle. A whimper of pain behind him caught Morgan's attention, and he glanced back to see his pretty boy sprawled on the ground. "Spencer?" he called worriedly.

Doug stepped forward, bracing a forearm across the back of Trey's shoulders, other hand clutching his arm. "I'll watch him, you go check on your friend."

Morgan nodded, muttering a quick thanks as he ran to Reid's side. "Spencer," he whispered, pulling him up to lean against his chest. Anger flashed in his gut as Reid lowered his hands to reveal a split lip and a deeply bruised cheek. His honey brown eyes were shimmering with tears of pain.

"I… I think m-my cheekbone is fractured," he whimpered, a few tears dropping. Talking hurt. He reached up a shaky hand, gently brushing fingertips along Morgan's bruise. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Morgan shook his head, taking Reid's hand and wrapping it in his, thumb rubbing his soft skin. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop him from hurting you again."

"D-Derek-"

"In there, officers."

Reid and Morgan looked up to see two policemen walking into the living room.

….

The next few hours went by in a haze for Reid, a mix of the pain in his face, physical and emotional exhaustion, and the steady presence of Morgan, never leaving his side.

Trey had been arrested with charges of assault and fleeing the scene of an accident, having cut off a driver on his way to Morgan's and forcing their car off a road and hit a tree. Reid had burst into tears when he learned the young woman hadn't been injured, scared he may have been the cause of someone's death (no matter how many times Morgan told him it wasn't his fault).

Morgan had brought Reid to the hospital, where it was confirmed he had a cracked cheekbone. He was sent home with instructions to take some pain reliever, like Tylenol or whatever Morgan happened to have in his medicine cabinet. He'd refused a prescription for anything stronger.

It wasn't until they were in the car on the way back to Morgan's apartment that it finally all hit him. Reid drew his knees up and hugged them tightly, sobbing. Morgan's eyes stung and he reached over, placing a comforting hand on the back of Reid's neck, wishing he wasn't driving so he could comfort him more. The minute he pulled into the parking lot, he hurriedly unbuckled and turned, wrapping his arms around Reid.

They stayed that way until Reid had cried himself out and was slumped against Morgan.

"Spencer-"

"Derek, please," pleaded Reid, voice hoarse. "Can we just... go to bed? W-We can talk about this later, I'm just… so tired."

Morgan nodded, the long night catching up with him too. "Sure thing, pretty boy," he whispered. They both straightened up and got out of the car. As they stood in the elevator, Reid slowly leaned against Morgan's side, resting his head on his shoulder. Morgan smiled slightly, wrapping his arm around him as the door slid open and leading him down the hall.

Poor wittle Spency.

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