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(Bruth'ər) n. pl-ers or breth'rən [[OE Brother]] 1.) a male related to one by having the same parent(s) 2.) a friend who is like a brother 3.) a fellow member of the same race, religion, profession, ect.

Webster's New World Dictionary

Reid has come to abhor that word. It has the smuttiest connotation in his mind…untouchable, unattainable…not interested, incestuous.

Brother, that s how Morgan classified their relationship.

Reid will always be the "kid" who follows his big brother around, tramping behind him in want of emulating him.

Nope, nothing wrong with that, right?

That is, there wouldn't be a problem with any of this if Reid was not at that closed door, itching to open it…if only he had the key; if only he was not locked out in the first place…

"Kid, you okay? You've been starin' at the same page for five minutes… come over here and take a break from that big brain of yours." Morgan gives Reid a knowing smile as Reid shakes himself from his dark thoughts, snapping the book shut.

Morgan pats the seat next to him on the jet as Reid snakes his way over.

Reid places a pillow on Morgan's thigh and curls himself up in the remaining space, trying to get comfortable.

Morgan laughs, understanding.

They are brothers after all.

Morgan runs his fingers through Reid's scruffy hair. He can't bring himself to admit that he misses the long locks— but then again his fingers don't get eaten when he touches it.

He also can't admit that it seems as though Reid's seems more sensual after their last case in Miami…it's odd to think that of a male co worker, your friend…your brother.

The rest of the team are in their respective spots, asleep after a grueling case in Georgia— five bodies and eight days later they got their unsub; killing young men for their sexual orientation.

It's under Reid's skin, riddling him with holes in the most vulnerable of places; one of them being that infamous muscle squeezing and contracting painfully with each raw beat, each caress of Morgan's calloused fingers in his silky hair.

Reid can deal with the pain- theoretically.

He won't die-hypothetically.

But sometimes he wonders if he can deal with it all blowing up in his face— Morgan's contempt— the shame… Is he strong enough?

"Kid, what's keepin' you up? The rest of the team's asleep. Why aren't you?" Morgan asks, voice low and soothing as he makes tiny circles with the rough pad of his thumb over the juncture of Reid's jaw and ear, making Reid shutter.

brothers, brothers, brothers

"I could ask the same of you." Reid twists a bit t look up at Morgan, Morgan's lips pursed slightly.

They both remain silent, getting lost in the whir of the engines, the light snore of Rossi, the rustling of J.J. and Prentiss as the shift into each other— sleep stripping them of their consciousness, revealing their need of contact, their truest desire, their wants, their love.

All that's left is the natural need and Reid wants to cry because it just isn't fair.

If J.J. and Em; and by extension, he expresses his true feelings to the light, they would be torn asunder by all that had an opinion about anything.

Life's never fair, but we still keep moving— we have to.

Morgan clears his throat.

"I can't help but feel…a bit sorry for the unsub, he reminded me of Steven. Of Nathan Harris. Everyone around them telling them that who they are is wrong and disgusting; they wanted to obliterate themselves. I-"Morgan sighs, going back to stroke Reid's hair.

Reid grasps Morgan's hand, stilling it.

"I know. Me too. If someone, anyone would have taken the time to show them just a bit more compassion, love— to tell; to show them that they cared for them…maybe we wouldn't be here." Reid says turning on his side.

They sit for a moment, reflecting.

Morgan frowns slightly.

"You think you escaped the question, Pretty Boy, don't you? What's keepin' you awake?" Morgan asks as Reid shuts his eyes and holds his breathe.

Reid's mind running like a demented ticker tape.

Tell him tell him tell him!

No.

"I hate it." Reid blurts out.

"What, Pretty Boy?" Morgan's brow furrows as he returns to stroking Reid's hair; it's addictive.

"Brothers. I never had one, and I don't want one now." Reid whispers, chocolate eyes meeting murky brown.

Morgan looks at Reid, not completely following.

"Kid?"

"That's what you classify out relationship as, don't you? It bothers me…it bothers me because I can never be happy with that answer. I-"Reid's voice fails as Morgan stares, understanding dawning on his face.

"Reid?" Morgan shutters, as Reid pushes his hand away, body trembling as he darts off to the bathroom locking the door.

Morgan's mouth hangs open as J.J. looks at him, slight frown gracing her face.

"Fix it." She mouths, before burying herself back in Prentiss' side.

Morgan sighs, getting up to follow Reid, knocking on the bathroom's door.

"Go away." Reid hisses, voice choked for sound.

Morgan says nothing, sliding to the floor, waiting for the door to open.

He stays there the entire flight…

A/N: so…what do you think? You know what to do.

I want you deep thinky thoughts…for me to keep the ball rolling.

Thank you for everything.