Okay…so over break I was scheming…and plotting…and I NEED MORE CRIMINAL MINDS and AWESOME SUBTEXT!

*TWITCH*TWITCH* (withdrawal's a witch) only my thinky thoughts to keep me company. So, yeah, I own nothing…if I did, Morgan & Reid would have been had a roll in the hay a LONG TIME AGO.

This is my kinda version of a song fic… lyrics by The KOOKS: Sway and PLACEBO: 36 Degrees (Both Good Songs btw)

So Reid, slash, Relax, slash, Comment…both poss. And neg. Enjoy!

Reid curls up on the love seat on the Jet, staring out the window at the swirl of clouds that slip by like milk in coffee. He's caught in deep thought.

Morgan flops down next to him, toeing off his shoes, placing his feet on Reid's thigh.

"Hey Pretty Boy, how 'bout you be my wingman tonight? We haven't hung out in forever…maybe even you can get a bit of lovin'. What'd you say?" Morgan pushes Reid with his foot.

Reid looks down at Morgan's comfortable sprawl and frowns.

"Think I'll have to pass. I don't feel like going out to watch the incredible Derek Morgan be mauled by some freaky, overzealous fangirls." Reid mumbles as he stares at Morgan's feet.

"Kid, not all of us can be sex gods. Maybe if you stand by me, some of this awesomeness will rub off… when was the last time we had a guy's night out?" Morgan grins devilishly.

"Morgan, I'm not interested in being a third wheel, is that too much to ask?" Reid snaps as he pushes Morgan off of him, jerking up to sit at the single chair, away from Morgan.

Morgan sighs, catching Rossi's eye, which seems to ask—

What's up with him?

Morgan shrugs, staring at the back of Reid's curly head.

His shoulders and body quiver slightly, taught.

Morgan feels a bit guiltier.

Twenty more minutes til they land.

"Hey Pretty Boy, how about we go for coffee, my treat?" Morgan says as he throws an arm around Reid's shoulder.

Reid shrugs out of the embrace.

"Morgan, I'd really like to be alone if you don't mind." He says a bit harsh, slinging his go bag on his shoulder that much higher.

"Reid are you back on drugs?" Morgan asks in a lowered voice, concern plastered on his face.

Reid stare gap mouthed at Morgan, anger welling up in his eyes.
The men both snap to attention at Prentiss' voice.

"My bed's calling me. 'Prentiss, Prentiss come and sleep.' See ya Monday." Prentiss waves at the boys and they nod their goodbyes.

Reid growls at Morgan.

"Why in the – Morgan, just leave me alone. Just because I'm not in the mood to follow you around"— Reid spits as Morgan grips his upper arm, looking around to make sure no one's watching the two of them.

"Kid, I'm just askin'."HE lets go of Reid's arm. "There's something bothering you, Reid. Whatever it is, take it out on me. Maybe I can help." Morgan whispers in earnest as he takes a step back.

The B.A.U.'s a ghost town.

"I-I don't think anyone can help me with this." Reid relents, soft edged and muddy eyed.

He worries his bottom lip before sighing.

"Not here. Coffee's okay though." Reid sways on his feet, all of a sudden way heavier than he's ever felt before.

He grips his satchel tighter, trying to ground himself.

"Of course Pretty Boy. I think there's a decent coffee shop around here still open that's not a damn Starbucks." Morgan says as he leads the way to his car.

"Right." Reid says, following right behind.

The Lovin' Cup's quiet, amber light soaks the room. Light chatter floats around in the air space.

Reid sits in the furthest booth, back against the wall.

Morgan slides in across from him, setting Reid's steaming cup in front of him.

"Alright, one heaping ton of sugar with a splash of coffee for Doctor Reid." Morgan smiles as Reid makes grabby time at the mug.

His fingers wrap around the cup as he stares up at Morgan, all eyes.

"Thank you Morgan. You probably want to be out dancing at a club right now…I"—Reid murmurs before looking away.

"It's alright. This just gives me an excuse to drink coffee at this ungodly hour. Plus I get to spend time with my favorite Genius." Moran smirks over the rim of his cup before taking a sip.

Reid stares at the black liquid, floating deep within himself.

I've never been an extrovert but I'm still breathing…

I've always been an introvert, happily bleeding…

"Morgan, I"—Reid tries to start.

But he can't.

He's lost at where to begin.

"Reid, do whatever you have to do to get it out. We have all the time in the world. I'm here." Morgan says as he frowns at his coffee.

He reaches for the creamer, stirring more in.

Reid stills for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts.

"Does it have anything to do with me asking you out to the club? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, man. You know we're buds right?" Morgan asks.

"No, I mean, yes. I know were friends," Reid sighs. "And I appreciate your concern. I'm happy that someone's looking out for me. I probably would be holed up in my apartment right now if you and the team didn't make an effort to include me. Thank you." Reid rushes.

"I just…I don't …get to tell people anything. You know share things, personally? And sometimes it can get really overwhelming and then I lash out, like I did earlier. I'm sorry about that…it just that, Ithinkimightbegay?" Reid spews it all at once, voice squeaking a bit at the tail.

Morgan looks as though he's stunned, like he didn't even process the information. Or maybe he did, gripping his mug the way he is.

"I- this has b-been a mistake. I'm gonna…" Reid fumbles, trying to get out of the booth, but Morgan stays his hand, squeezing tight.

"No, don't leave. I- just…what?" Morgan sighs.

Reid shutters.

"I said I think I might be gay?" Reid's voice cracks.

"How do you know, I mean there was that Lulu girl…" Morgan starts.

"Lila Archer. Technically, she kissed me. We're better off friends anyway." Reid shakes his head slightly.

"I just…know. And it doesn't make it any easier, I mean I know there's no blueprint for what it means to be…different"—He looks up from his coffee, "but its hard going it alone…" He fades off.

"You don't have to. I mean, you got the team. Or at least you should know that. And I got your back, got that?" Morgan squeezes Reid's hand in assurance.

Reid sighs in relief.

"Thank you for listening. I know it may not seem like it's a big deal, but it helps." Reid whispers.

"Pretty Boy, I won't judge you. Just be who you got to be, and everything'll work out. Thank you for trustin' me." Morgan says before finishing his coffee.

"Damn, Pretty Boy, I'm gonna be up all night. Got any plans for the weekend?" Morgan asks as Reid drains his cup.

"Nope."

"Well, how about tomorrow we go out. There's a gay bar a couple of blocks from your place. Wanna go?"

"Why do you even know that?" Reid asks, incredulous.

"D'know." Morgan shrugs. "Come on, it'll be fun?" Morgan says coolly as Reid shakes his head.

"Come on, Pretty Boy, I'll stand by ya. I hear it has good music. I wanna dance, you gotta test the waters. What's wrong with that?" Morgan reasons, and Reid visibly softens, slightly.

Who can say no to Morgan and stick to it?

"It'll be like field research. You can do that can't you?" Morgan asks.

"Alright, I'll …go. But," Reid raises a finger in warning and objection to Morgan's piqued enthusiasm. "I am NOT dancing, and you will not try to play matchmaker. You're probably worse than Garcia." Reid crosses his arms in defiance.

"Cool…I can do that. You gonna tell the team?" Morgan asks as he clears the table.

"Soon…not yet …soon though. I mean, it doesn't feel real. You know, it's like the more I say it out loud, the realer it becomes. It great, but scary at the same time. I know I'm not being rational…" Reid shakes his head as a small smile plays on his lips.

Morgan laughs slightly as Reid's facial expression, filled with trepidation and tinted with nervousness.

"What?" Reid quirks a brow.

"Nuthin', it's just… I haven't seen you sound this happy in forever. Happy suits you Pretty Boy. Come on Kid, its way past your bed time. Gotta get you home." Morgan pushes up from the booth.

As Reid gets up, he puts an arm around Reid's shoulder, giving him a slight squeeze.

"Awe, our little Genius' finally growin' up." Morgan teases, ruffling Reid's hair.

Reid ducks and blushes hotly, pushing away from Morgan.

It's not as painful as they thought it would be…

A/N: SOOOO... I think I am becoming a cheese zombie. I swear I sweat cheese.

Tell me what you think… would Morgan and Reid be this…sappy?

D'know… I want to hear your thoughts, get deep down in 'em and wallow.

Thank you for taking the time out to Reid and hopefully post. Thank you for all the support.

Can't wait to CONTINUE THE STORY! (Ineed some comments first though)