A/N: It's time for a new Reid/Morgan fic guys! This one is a multi-chapter fic, focusing on the turmoil Morgan and Reid go through as some all-too familiar faces reappear in their lives. Before I give away the entire story, here's Reunion!
Oh and if you haven't figured it out by now this is SLASH, so if you don't like, don't read!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.

It had been a hard case for the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit this time. Not finding the UnSub- that had been easy, once Reid had seen the pattern to the UnSub's victims. The hard part had been seeing what the man, Patrick Underwood, had been doing to the women he'd kidnapped; he'd strung them up by their ankles, beat them, burned them, and then sexually abused them before killing them by cutting them open and allowing them to bleed out- carving a broken heart into their chests. Underwood had been sick and twisted, and the team was glad to catch him before he could kill any more women.

The team had now boarded their jet, and were on their way back to Quantico, Virginia. The two female agents, Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau and Emily Prentiss, had fallen asleep almost as soon as they'd taken off. Aaron Hotchner, their Unit Chief, was trying to finish as many of his reports as possible before the jet landed. David Rossi was hard at work on his almost-finished book. Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan, however, were sitting in the far corner of the plane, curled up in each other's arms.

They had been together for almost three months now, or as Reid could very accurately tell anyone, two months, three weeks, two days, four hours and twenty-seven minutes. Their relationship would've been a mystery to anyone who didn't know them both very well, and even some of those that did. Reid was younger, rather skinny, definitely not athletically inclined, and he was a socially awkward genius. He'd barely been with anyone in his life; in fact before Morgan, Reid had actually been a virgin. Morgan on the other hand was older than his boyfriend, very fit, athletic and strong, and had been a serial ladies' man before Reid confessed. In fact, no one could remember him being in a serious, long-term relationship before this point.

Most people still didn't know about Reid and Morgan. In fact, the only people that did know were the members of their team: JJ, Prentiss, Hotch, Rossi, and their technical analyst Penelope Garcia. JJ had been the only one who'd known straight away (before the couple had even gotten together) and Garcia had found out a few days later. It had been a while before Reid and Morgan had told the rest of the team; relationships between fellow FBI agents were strictly forbidden, especially when they were in the same unit. Eventually though, Reid and Morgan had felt the team deserved to know, and they had told them. Despite Reid's fears (and Morgan's, even though he wouldn't admit to it) the team had completely accepted their relationship- even the ever-so-serious Hotch. He had warned them of the ramifications if and when the FBI did find out, but other than that he'd been happy for Reid and Morgan. They all had.

Morgan smiled and pulled Reid closer to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. They could relax on the jet, away from curious eyes that could report back to Section Chief Strauss. Only the team could see them now, so they didn't have to hide. Reid smiled up at Morgan and kissed him before snuggling into his chest, trying to draw warmth from the older man's body.

Morgan began stroking Reid's hair, as the two of them relaxed. It had been a stressful day, not to mention the two of them couldn't show affection for each other in front of the local police. Their relationship had to remain a secret.

"You still coming over later?" Morgan asked Reid.

Reid nodded into Morgan's chest. "Of course I am," he replied. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because this case has been stressful, and tiring," Morgan pointed out.

"So? That makes me want to spend time with you even more," Reid argued. "I'm more relaxed around you than I am around anyone else."

"Yes, but I don't let you sleep most of the time, remember?" said Morgan, winking suggestively, and laughing.

Reid pulled a face at Morgan, which only succeeded in making the older man laugh even more. "What, don't you want me to come over?" said Reid, slightly teasing but also worrying that Morgan's answer would be yes.

Luckily, Morgan knew Reid well enough that he could see the genius's underlying fear. "That's not what I meant," he assured him. "I was merely going to suggest that we go to a restaurant or something, grab something to eat. What do you say?"

"Why not?" said Reid. "I am rather hungry, and we don't get to go out that often."

"It's a date then," said Morgan with a smile, leaning in and kissing Reid.

"We do have to be careful to go somewhere where it's highly unlikely someone from the FBI will see us," Reid reminded Morgan. "I've had to hide our relationship all week from the cops. I can't be bothered hiding anymore. Nor do I particularly want to hide us right now."

"No problem," Morgan promised. "I know just the place."

He felt the genius nod once in agreement against his chest and stroked the younger man's hair gently as they settled down for the rest of the flight, still lying in each other's arms.

Morgan ended up taking Reid to an Italian restaurant near his house. The restaurant was small, which made it that much less likely that they would be seen. Morgan also knew the owner, who ensured that they got a booth cut off from the other customers.

"This place is really nice," Reid said sincerely as they sat down.

"I bring my sisters here nearly every time they visit," Morgan explained. "They love it; I thought you would too."

Reid nodded and looked down at the menu, his expression thoughtful. One glance though told Morgan that he wasn't just trying to decide what to order. "What's eating at you, kid?" Morgan asked.

Reid didn't reply at first- instead he chose to keep his head down, still pretending to examine the menu. Just when Morgan thought Reid wasn't going to say anything, the younger man looked up and said, "Have you told them about us?"

Morgan just looked at Reid, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Your family," Reid clarified, and Morgan understood. "Have you told your family about you and me?"

Morgan shook his head. "No, I haven't. Not yet. The opportunity hasn't come up," he replied.

Something flashed in Reid's eyes, but it disappeared almost instantly. "Why? Why haven't you told them?" he asked.

"It's not exactly an easy thing for me to tell them, Spence," said Morgan.

"Why?" said Reid, his voice suddenly dipping in volume. "Are you… are you ashamed of me or something?" And Morgan suddenly realised what he had seen in Reid's eyes: hurt.

"What? Spencer, no!" Morgan protested. "Don't think that; never, ever think that." Morgan reached out and took Reid's hand, the genius looking up at his lover. "I am not ashamed of you, pretty boy. I'm proud of you, I'm happy to be with you; I want to show you off to everyone. I love you more than anything, kid." Morgan took a deep breath. "It's just… I was never in a long-term, serious relationship before you, Spencer. I've never brought anyone home to my family, and I've only ever dated women before you. I've spent most of my life drowning in women and meaningless flings and one-night stands, so to tell my Mum and my sisters about you- a man- would be a majorly big deal. I kinda want to tell them in person."

"So you do want to tell them?" said Reid.

Morgan nodded resolutely. "I do, definitely. I just don't want to do it over the phone. I want to tell them to their faces."

Reid hung his head again, feeling both guilty and ashamed now. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I've ruined the entire night."

"Spence," said Morgan, squeezing the younger man's hand. "Don't feel guilty. And you have not ruined the entire night." Morgan leaned forward and kissed Reid gently. "Any night I spend with you is a good one."

Reid smiled and blushed slightly, but broke away from Morgan when the waiter came to take their orders. Reid ordered a seafood dish, and Morgan ordered pasta. Their dishes weren't brought over by their waiter though. Rather, they were brought over by a middle-aged Italian woman, who was Morgan's friend and the owner of the restaurant.

"Derek Morgan!" she exclaimed as she set down the two plates down and hugged Morgan. "It's been too long!"

"Definitely, Mrs. Di Luca," Morgan agreed, hugging the woman back. "How's your family going?"

"Fantastic," the matronly woman replied. "My eldest girl has just started high school. What about your mother and your sisters? Sarah and Desiree?"

"They're doing well," said Morgan. "Desi just got a new job, actually. She's pretty excited about it." Reid shifted slightly in his seat, and Morgan turned to look at him. Reid shot him a meaningful look, and Morgan nodded. "Mrs. Di Luca, this is Dr Spencer Reid." Reid smiled and shook the woman's hand.

"Dr Reid, wow," Mrs. Di Luca exclaimed. "You have a doctorate at your age?"

"Three, actually," Reid corrected, unable to resist. "As well as two additional BA's- and I'm completing a third at the moment. And as for my age, I'll be twenty-eight in a few months."

Morgan had to laugh at that. That was typical Reid; telling a person how many degrees he had. "And how do you know Derek, Dr Reid?" Mrs. Di Luca asked.

"Spencer and I both work together at the FBI," Morgan answered. "And he's, well, sort of my boyfriend."

To the woman's credit- and to Reid's surprise- Mrs. Di Luca just beamed at them. To the normal person she wouldn't appear shocked at all. Reid however, could see the slight astonishment in her eyes, but there was no hint of malice or malcontent. "Well Dr Reid, you've got a good one there. Although he doesn't like to stay connected to one person for too long, if you know what I mean."

"Trust me, ma'am," said Morgan, reaching out and taking Reid's hand again, "that's not the case anymore. I plan to be with Spencer for a very, very long time. I love him."

"I'm glad you've finally found someone to make you happy, and that you love," said Mrs. Di Luca sincerely. "Enjoy your meals, boys."

When the woman had walked away, Reid turned back to face Morgan with an expression of pleasant surprise. "I wasn't expecting that," he admitted. "How do you know her?"

"She's a friend of my mother's," Morgan explained. "I didn't even know that she owned the place when I first came here."

Conversation was sparse from then on as Morgan and Reid tucked into their food. Occasionally they would feed each other food off their forks, and Morgan would tease Reid by, ever so slowly, taking a single strand of pasta into his mouth. Reid would scowl at Morgan when he did this, but that did nothing to stop the older man; rather it spurned him on. Morgan had said before, and still truly believed the sentiment; Reid looked even cuter when he was angry.

Reid couldn't help but see the clichés that were abundant in the scene. He quickly analysed the situation and came to the conclusion that, if the two shared a plate and thus a single strand of spaghetti, their date would be almost as cliché one depicted in Lady and the Tramp.

"What do you say to getting out of here and back to my place?" Morgan suggested after they'd finished eating.

"And not have any dessert? Derek, that's not like you," Reid teased.

"Ah, but why would I need dessert, when I have you?" said Morgan, causing Reid to blush slightly. He almost found himself yearning for the days when he didn't blush at all, and no one could see his embarrassment and tease him about it.

Morgan waved the waiter over and paid their bill, leaving a rather generous tip for the young boy and Mrs. Di Luca, before taking Reid's hand and leading him out of the restaurant. A large number of the other patrons turned to stare at them, some smiling, some just staring, and some with derisive and disgusted expressions, but Morgan just pulled Reid closer to him with one arm and ignored them. Reid had no idea how Morgan could ignore all the looks, as well as the comments that were coming from those disgusted diners, but he was glad he did. It made Reid feel a lot more comfortable and a lot less self-conscious being out in public with his boyfriend.

When Reid bent down to open his car door, something across the street caught his eye and he looked up, startled. He was sure he had imagined it- what he had seen had to have been impossible.

Reid looked around to where Morgan's car had been parked, but the other agent had already driven off towards his house. There was no way he could've seen what Reid had, then. He stared across the street once more, trying to catch another glimpse. Just when he thought it was his imagination or exhaustion playing tricks on him, he saw it again. Or rather, he saw her again. But it couldn't have been. There was no way she'd come back. Reid blinked, and then she was gone. Surely it hadn't been real. No way.

Reid stood there staring at that spot for a while, before he realised that Morgan was probably waiting for him and climbed into his car. Even so, he sat there for a few moments before starting the engine, and as he drove his mind was on what he had seen. Or at least what he thought he had seen.

Reid was still lost in thought when he reached Morgan's front door, and the older man took him into his arms. "What took you so long?" Morgan asked.

"Nothing," Reid murmured absently, resting his head on Morgan's shoulder. What he had seen was driving him crazy. He just wanted to forget. Not that he had seen something bad- Reid would actually like to see her again. Rather, he knew there was no chance she would actually return, and he was killing himself trying to figure out why she was there.

Morgan of course had not believed Reid's answer, and pulled the younger man away from him so he could study his face. "It's not nothing, Spence," said Morgan. "Did something happen?"

Reid shook his head. "No, nothing happened," he said. "It was-" Reid stopped, not sure whether he could continue.

Morgan took Reid's hand, bringing it up so it was held in between them. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he whispered.

Reid nodded. "I know, Derek," he said. "I know. It's just that I thought I saw-" Reid stopped again, cutting himself off. He couldn't voice what he had seen, couldn't speak her name. That would mean admitting that he'd seen her, which was crazy. "It's not important, Derek, really." When Morgan looked at him skeptically, Reid added, "I was just imagining it. Can we go inside?"

Morgan was hesitant, but he nodded and led Reid into the house. Reid turned around as he walked in the door, but all he saw was a car further down the street pulling off and driving away. Further proof he had been imagining things earlier. He would just get lost in the moment with Morgan, then, and forget he'd ever seen her.

As it was, that wasn't very hard to do- as soon as the door had clicked shut, Morgan had pushed Reid up against it, pinning down his wrists and kissing him. Instead of trying to break free of his restraints, Reid put all of his energy into returning Morgan's kiss. Eventually, yearning for more of the younger genius, Morgan's hands relaxed their hold, and Reid was able to force Morgan around and up against the door instead.

Morgan gasped in shock and pleasure; Reid allowing his more dominant side take over always made his resistance weak. Reid pressed himself against Morgan. Morgan kissed back ferociously and tried to regain control, for although the younger man's dominance was undeniably attractive, Morgan found it nigh impossible to give in without a fight. Reid, sensing the older man's plans, quickly analysed the situation and, after finding it to be the best course of action- with an 80% chance of success- rolled his hips. Morgan gasped at the friction at their crotches increasing dramatically and sent a ripple of pleasure to his brain. Reid took advantage, finding it easy to slip his tongue into the older man's mouth while he was distracted. He had miscalculated slightly though, not taking into account the pleasure his actions would cause him, and had to fight to concentrate on his task. He would have to remember to factor that into his thinking next time.

The two continued their session and, when he was sure that Morgan wasn't going anywhere, Reid removed his hands from Morgan's wrists and slowly slid them under the man's shirt and up his back, lightly scraping his nails across the sensitive skin. Morgan shivered in response and Reid moved his hands around to Morgan's chest, beginning to work on his nipples, gently rubbing and teasing the receptive flesh. When he tired of only using his hands, Reid pulled Morgan's shirt over his head and, after a slight hitch involving their connected lips and an inability to phase the shirt between them, began kissing his chest, feathering small kisses and sharp nips down to the man's belt.

Morgan moaned in protest. "Pretty boy…" he murmured. "Pretty boy, stop teasing me, please." His voice hitched slightly as the genius nipped at his hip.

"I'm in control now," Reid whispered, sending chills down Morgan's spine. "I can do whatever I want to you." Reid's words thrilled Morgan; he'd always wanted Reid to take charge. Reid pulled off his tie as he talked, and began working his mouth back up Morgan's chest, across the collarbone and up the curve of his neck before finally reaching his lips.

"You're mine, Derek Morgan," Reid growled, in a rare show of possessiveness, unbuttoning his own shirt and tossing it aside before removing Morgan's belt, fumbling only slightly as it stuck. He began tugging on the pants button, having difficulty undoing it when unable to see his hands, and Morgan, sensing his struggle, obliged by slipping them off himself.

"Bedroom. Now," Reid ordered deeper voice than usual, arousal clear in his tone. Morgan nodded, a smirk on his lips. He was going to enjoy this greatly.

Reid woke up in the morning feeling very happy- much happier than he usually did after a night with Morgan- not that he didn't usually feel happy every moment he was with the man. This, however, was different. He felt complete somehow, and more certain this relationship was going to last than he ever had before. He lay there for a moment, thinking about what he had done, finally taking charge in their relationship. It was like the final frontier, a step that needed to be taken, and last night that had been fully achieved.

Reid kissed Morgan on the side of the neck, suckling gently, tasting the residual sweat from the night before on his skin, until the older man began stirring. "Morning," he whispered.

Morgan smiled, rolling over in the bed so he faced his lover. "Hey you," he said. "Last night was… amazing. You were amazing."

Reid smiled sheepishly. "It was okay, right?" he said. "What I did?"

Morgan laughed. "Oh, yeah," he agreed emphatically. "Spence, it was more than okay. You don't know how much I wanted you to do that."

"Well good," said Reid, kissing Morgan. "Now we really should get ready for work. You know what Hotch is like if we're late too often- and he said Strauss would be about today."

At the mention of the Section Chief's name, Morgan almost leapt out of bed, managing to pull the covers off of both himself and the young genius. "We definitely shouldn't be late, then," he said. Reid followed Morgan immediately, both of them getting dressed without a second glance at each other, knowing that would end in them both being late.

Reid gave Morgan a quick, but fiery, kiss farewell before he headed out the front door to his car; Reid always left before Morgan, because, before their relationship he'd always arrived at work before the other agent, and to change that routine now would merely arouse suspicion.

Just as Reid put his hand on the door of his car, though, he caught a flash of something across the street. He looked up, startled. No way. Not again. He didn't have the excuse of being tired this time, to explain away what he had seen. That left three options: one, that it was somebody who looked a lot like her. Two, that she was actually back- which was extremely unlikely. And three, that Reid was going crazy.

In Reid's mind, option number three was the most likely one. He wouldn't have seen a lookalike so often, in such a short space of time, and there was no way that she'd be back in town. Reid had always feared that this would happen, him going crazy- and now it appeared that it was.

Noticing that Morgan was watching him from the window, Reid jumped into his car and hurried off. He couldn't worry Morgan- he wouldn't. He remembered what had happened two weeks prior, when Reid had been infected with anthrax and how worried and scared Morgan had been. He didn't want to be the reason the man he loved felt like that again. Reid didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was also afraid that if Morgan found out he was going crazy, he would leave him- and he definitely didn't want to let that happen.

A/N: So how did you like the first chapter guys? As always, I would love to hear what you think! I just had to put in romance between Reid and Morgan considering there was hardly any in the oneshot, but I didn't think it worked putting actual smut in the first chapter- please don't hate me for that! :P And I wonder who it is that Reid keeps seeing everywhere... you can guess if you want, but I'm not gonna spoil the surprise!

Note from Diamond Cobra: "Yays for number 4 in Eternal's Reid/Morgan verse =D. Btw, anyone want the actual sex from this chapter and not just that teasing snippet? I'm perfectly willing to write it, dominant Reid sounds fun. But if nobody wants it I won't bother =3."

Review time! :P