Hello lovely readers! I just got this back from my amazing beta Heather (thank you oh so much ofor all your help!) and I got soo excited that I couldn't even spare time to read thru it before posting.

I'm truely sorry that it has taken my so long to start (post?) my sequel to Mardi Gras. Why doesn't even matter anymore, but I want to take a moment to thank everyone who comment, review and alart/favorited. You've all made me so happy and proud to be a part of this site. I truely want to thank each and every one of you.

Anyway! Here we go! Chapter one of Over the years, the sequel to Mardi Gras.

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As Reid finally reached his apartment door he just stopped. He waited for something to happen before realizing the door wasn't going to open itself. He had to unlock it. He blushed at his own stupidity as he pulled out his keys from his front pocket and unlocked the door.

He dragged his feet inside, locked the door and started to undress as he headed straight for his bedroom, leaving his clothes in a trail after him. As he reached his bed he had deposed everything but his underwear. He crawled under the covers, not even willing to get his pajama pants and t-shirt that he usually slept in. He was far too tired to care.

He took a few deep breaths and tried to relax into the soft sheets. His body was screaming for some well-deserved rest, but his head was spinning with a million thoughts at once. He tried to just let it go and fall asleep but he soon realized that that wasn't going to happened anytime soon.

With a frustrated sigh, he got up from his bed and walked over to his dresser, pulling out his usual sleep clothes and putting them on before returning to the bed. If he wasn't going to fall asleep right away, he would rather lay sleepless in his pj's then without.

He gave sleep another halfhearted try, but when it didn't just magically work right away, he opened his eyes and stared up at his dark ceiling instead, waiting for the sandman to come.

He started to twirl a lock of his hair, like he had when he was younger and had trouble sleeping. But instead of giving him comfort, it made him a little sad. He had gotten it cut not even a week ago, shorting it several inches. He didn't regret getting it done but he couldn't help but miss his long hair. This new cut was too short. Locks kept falling in his face, and he had quickly made a habit of trying to pull it behind his ear.

He let out a tired sigh and tossed around in his bed before lying on his side, knees pulled up against his stomach. His mind was still running wild and he finally gave up his attempts to ignore all he had been through in his first week at the BAU.

The work had been more challenging and demanding than he ever would have thought. Sure he had understood that it wouldn't be an easy job, or even a particularly fun one for that matter. But he hadn't been able to foresee the unbelievable pressure they would be under, or the extreme toll it would take on him.

He had hardly had time to greet everyone before his first case. Unfortunately, there had been time to be introduced to the man who he had been dreading to be reunited with for several months now.

Reid let out a frustrated grunt and shifted to his other side, a weak attempt to stop his brain from going back to that moment, but with no success whatsoever.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he was ushered around the bullpen to be introduced to his new team and colleagues. He couldn't remember any of the names he'd been told. He wasn't even sure who it was who did the introductions in the first place. Was it Hotch? Maybe. It was all just a blur right now.

A small hand gesture guided him toward yet another desk. That's when his heart actually stopped. He should have been worried. The life important organ that had been working overtime all morning now ceased all activity, but his mind wasn't following what his body was doing. It was too busy focusing on the next man in line to greet. Derek Morgan.

He could hear someone introduce him to the man he already knew on such an intimate level as if it were for the first time. He could also hear, if distantly, the same someone introduce Morgan to himself.

"Welcome to the team." Morgan shot him a kind smile as he reached out his hand to Reid. Not a trace of recognition shown on his face.

Reid took the hand, his heart jumping again, as small jolts of electricity shot through his body. The man seemed oblivious and untouched by the effect, so the genius tried to return Morgan's genuine smile as he willed his feet not to turn and run away.

Morgan didn't remember him.

"Hey. You okay kid?" Morgan asked, with slight worry in his voice, and Reid finally snapped out of his coma. Kid?

"Uh.. Yes, I-I'm okay." He stuttered, embarrassed when he realized that he had just been staring for the last minute or so.

Morgan chuckled. "Kind of a lot to take in huh?" He asked, seemingly sure Reid was just being weird due to first-day-on-the-job-nerves.

Not trusting his voice to speak again, Reid simply nodded. His cheeks were starting to burn and he wanted so badly to just move on to his next introduction, just to get away from the man in front of him. That was when he realized they were alone. When had that happened? He looked around slightly, panicking. His arms wrapped tightly around his mid-section and his tongue nervously ran over his bottom lip.

"Have we meet before?" Reid snapped his head back to the darker agent. Morgan was frowning, his eyes fixed on Reid, not with resentment or disgust, but with a burning curiosity.

"I-" Reid's eyes averted from the stare, trying to figure out what to say. Morgan didn't recognize him. He had expected, even counted on, an awkward reunion and been absolutely sure to get a several-month-too-late brush off. Maybe this was for the better.

"No. We haven't." Reid said. The words were simple enough, but his mouth had trouble saying them, like it didn't want to lie. "I would have remembered that." He finished a little quieter. Morgan raised an eyebrow. Oh my god it sounded like a pick up line!

"I-I mean, I have an eidetic memory." Reid explained, slightly panicking. "I can remember everything I've ever read or seen."

"Really?" Morgan asked with a chuckle. "That's cool man."

Reid's smile grew at Morgan praise. He couldn't help it and he didn't even try to stop it.

"Thanks." He said, feeling somewhat relaxed. "Most people just think it's weird."

Morgan shrugged. "Maybe." He said. "But who said weird was necessarily a bad thing?"

That was when Hotch emerged from his office. "We have a case. Conference room in two everyone!"

After that, there hadn't been much time for anymore small talk. They had had a quick briefing before heading to the jet. In Ephraim, Utah, three women had been kidnapped, raped and murdered under a period of two months.

The team had worked around the clock, and Reid had just been kind of caught up in the process. He had amazed his teammates on several occasions with his exceptional mind and never ending stream of helpful knowledge and statistics.

Reid smiled sheepishly at the expression of awe he had seen in Morgan's face at one time. Everybody had seemed accepting with him joining the team. He had felt needed, like he could really make a difference, feelings he had seldom experienced throughout his life. The work was hard but rewarding. The UnSub had been caught before killing any more women, and a mother to one of the earlier victims had thanked them all for bringing her peace.

Sure the case had been frustrating from time to time, and the hours sucked, that much Reid understood already. But at the same time he felt he could be good at this. And he knew he would help people. Save them.

Of course not everything had been great about his first week. Although his teammates seemed to have accepted him right from the start, professionally anyway, he was pretty sure they were making fun of him. Nothing truly mean or cruel, but still. Reid couldn't for the life of him understand the hang ups most people had when it came to his wardrobe. He wore what was comfortable and had never really cared about shallow things such as fashion or color coordination.

But it didn't really bother him. All in all, the team had been polite and after running from bullies most of his life; he figured he could take a remark or two on his appearance and his lack of knowledge of such trivial things as sports, movies and modern pop culture.

Besides, Reid would be lying if he said he didn't kind of enjoy the light and (he was almost sure it was) friendly teasing when it came from Morgan. Or maybe it wasn't the teasing itself he enjoyed, but the attention Morgan gave him. He couldn't help it. He enjoyed and drank in every look, smile and comment that came from the other man.

In the month after their first encounter, Reid had worked hard to simply forget what had happened between the two of them. But there is no such thing as 'simply forget' with a memory like his. Even if he could keep his mind busy during the days, filling it with knowledge and facts, he couldn't help his mind wandering to the man as night came.

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Reid sighed again and lay back on his bed. This was not good. He shouldn't think about Morgan like that. He'd killed everything they had when he told the other man they had never met before. Or maybe it was already dead before then, considering Morgan didn't even remember him.

Not that it mattered anyway. Reid had come to the conclusion that he didn't stand a chance with the gorgeous man. Morgan was a ladies man through and through. He had seen him flirt with no less than 12 women during the five day long case. Not that he had done anything with any of them, his head had been on the job, but it seemed he couldn't stop himself from flirting back when women practically threw themselves at his feet.

So why had Morgan done what he had done at Mardi Gras? He had come on to Reid, not the other way around. He had kissed him and dragged him into that toilet stall. Had Morgan been so drunk he hadn't understood that he had been hitting on a guy? Or had he just been curious what it would be like to kiss a guy? Or maybe he had been playing Reid like a practical joke or something.

Reid had also played with the thought that Morgan might actually be gay. That he only pretended to be a ladies man to cover up his true sexuality. But somehow he doubted that. It was simply too good to be true.

Besides, it isn't like anything would happen between Morgan and Reid, even if he was gay, which he probably was not. Because why would he want to jeopardize his career for someone like Reid? If he was gay, and that's a mighty big IF, he should be with someone more like himself, a kind, brave, gorgeous guy. Not someone like Reid, who's awkward, scrawny and apparently without any fashion sense whatsoever. That Morgan had shown Reid any attention at all in the first place, must have been due to extreme drunkenness.

And while the fact made his heart ache in a way he didn't want to acknowledge, Reid's mind once again drifted back to that one hot night during Mardi Gras. The hungry looks and eager touches that Morgan had given him, made him smile shyly. He could still remember the feeling of the darker man's lips on his, and if he concentrated enough, he thought he could even taste him.

Reid shut his eyes once more and allowed his brain to keep processing the images and memories from that night as his hand slid down to his clothed groin. He would never be with Morgan again in that way, but the perks of an eidetic memory were slowly dawning on him.

He remembered every moan, touch and emotion like it was a movie playing in his head. He whimpered as he slid his hand inside his sleepwear and boxers, stoking his already semi-hard manhood.

"What are you doing to me Pretty Boy?" He repeated Morgan's words over and over again in his head, moaning as he remembered the husky tone they had been whispered in. He had never felt so wanted or desired as he had when he heard those few little words.

He could already feel the pre-cum wetting his hand and clothes. He blushed and let out small moan as he imagined the hand on his hard on to be Morgan's. He could clearly remember the feeling of the darker man's hand on him, one exploring his body while the other stoked him into bliss.

Another moan slipped out as he felt his release growing closer. His mind sped, Morgan's tongue on his neck; Morgan's finger brushing his nipple; Morgan's hand slapping away his as he brought their erections together.

That was all Reid could take. He arched his back and cried out his orgasm before falling back against his pillows, breathless. He lay there, head spinning with the after-shock, but finally empty of distractions.

He pulled out his hand and wiped it of on his t-shirt. He didn't have any tissues by his bed and he figured he already needed to change his underwear and maybe his pajama pants so why not his t-shirt too. He should really get up and change right away. He wasn't a fan of messes. But he couldn't find the energy. His body felt pleasantly relaxed but strangely numb.

This was as good as it was going to get. Him jerking of alone in his bed while thinking of a man he would never have again, a man who didn't even remember him. Or the night that Reid thought of as the best night of his life.

Reid heard a quiet sob and realized it was coming from himself. This was as good as it was going to get. The meaning of the words finally hit him and he could do nothing to stop the tears falling down his cheeks. So he let them.

Half an hour later, he finally drifted off into a restless sleep, exhausted from his first case, his own emotions and the crying. Clothes still stained.

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At the same time, just a few miles away, Derek Morgan violently jerked awake from his brief rest. He sat up and turned on the light on his bedside table. He was covered in sweat and breathing harshly as he ran a hand over his bald head.

He thought back to the dream he had had, a dream that had hunted him for a time several months earlier. Images of pale skin and red, kiss-swollen lips ran through his head. He thought he had seen the last of it already. Apparently he was wrong.

He lay back on his bed again and grunted as he felt the sticky mess in his boxers. Cursing, he stood up and walked into his bathroom, cleaning himself up. He hadn't cum from just a dream since he was a teenager. What was wrong with him? And why had that dream come back again?

So ther you go! I know many of my readers expected a quick reunion and a happy ending but I decided to make thing complicated =)

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Thank you all for reading!