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Wow! I had been shooting for about 5 or 6 reviews but this? You guys are awesome! Anyways, sorry about not posting yesterday. Out of the blue, my dad decided to repaint the compute room so I didn't have internet. So here you go! Enjoy!

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Morgan grabbed the files on Markus Stanley and opened the door to the interrogation room. Morgan's guilty thoughts still danced around in the back of his head but he pushed them down and buried himself into the life of their UNSUB, Markus Stanley.

Morgan had Garcia look him up and there had been suspicions of Stanley raping his own son, Caleb, but charges were never pressed. Caleb looked just like the victims; dirty blonde hair with pale blue eyes. Unfortunately, Caleb was killed by a drunk driver four months before, just when the killings started.

Morgan walked inside the small room and eyed the man sitting before him. Stanley was of average built, around thirty years of age, with brown hair and pale blue eyes much like his son, Caleb. Stanley was leaning back in the metal chair he was handcuffed to with a cocky side smirk on his face that made Morgan want to punch him. Stanley's face lit up when Morgan walked into the room.

"Is your friend still alive? Or did I manage to kill him?" Stanley asked with a sick gleam in his eyes.

Morgan forced himself to ignore the question and jumped right into the interrogation, "Why'd you kill those kids, Mr. Stanley?"

Stanley's smiled slipped for a moment but it was so quick someone who wasn't a profiler would have missed it, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Morgan grit his teeth in annoyance, "Did you do it because of Caleb?"

Stanley's whole composure went from cocky to angry within a matter of seconds.

"Don't you dare mention his name," Stanley hissed and leaned forward.

"Were you sad you killed him before you got the chance to fully 'enjoy' him?" Morgan pressed on, "You had to kill all of those other kids because you couldn't handle not being able to rape you own son. Isn't that what happened? Your sick mind wouldn't let you not rape little boys. Oh, you like little boys, don't you? Is that why you killed your son? To try to escape your mind? I think-"

Stanley cut him off, "I did not kill my son!"

While Morgan had been talking, Stanley had begun to tremble in his seat, eyes brimming with tears. Morgan knew Stanley didn't kill his son, his son was killed in a car accident, but he needed a way in.

"Okay, I killed those other boys. But I would never hurt Caleb!" Stanley insisted, "Caleb… my Caleb…"

Morgan sighed and gathered up the files sitting on the table in front of him and looked Stanley in the eye, "I know."

Stanley's anger immediately went to confusion to understanding to panic. Morgan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling as he walked briskly out of the door. He could hear Stanley shout a line of curse words in Morgan's direction but they were cut off when the door closed.

Morgan walked out into the main room of the station just in time to see Hotch and the rest of the BAU team walk in. They saw Morgan and made their way to him.

"How's Reid?" Morgan asked as soon as they were in hearing distance.

Hotch shrugged, "He's fine. He fell asleep while we were there and decided we should work on the case."

Morgan smiled slightly, "No need, I already got a confession out of him."

Hotch raised his eyebrows in surprise, "How did you do it?"

Morgan shrugged, "He wasn't that hard to crack."

From behind Hotch, Prentiss smiled, "Derek Morgan: Super Interrogator." She made a whooshing sound with her mouth wiggled her fingers at Morgan. JJ and Prentiss laughed while the men smiled at her silliness.

"We were thinking about getting something to eat, you going to join us?" Rossi asked.

Morgan hesitated; did he want to join them? He was actually thinking about going to see Reid but he wasn't really too fond of that idea. What if Reid hated him? Morgan couldn't lose Reid, Reid was like the little brother he never had. But he couldn't put off visiting Reid forever, could he? They would eventually see each other back at work, but then what? Would they just live their lives as if nothing had happened? Morgan really doubted it.

"Morgan?" Hotch asked, "Can I speak with you for a moment?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah" Morgan nodded. Hotch turned and started walking towards the conference room of the police station and Morgan could feel the eyes of his team members staring at the back of his head as he followed Hotch. Hotch held the door open for Morgan and then shut it firmly behind them once Morgan was inside.

"Yes?" Morgan asked.

"What happened with you and Reid back at the hotel?" Hotch asked and Morgan felt his blood run cold.

"What do you mean?" Morgan forced his voice to sound confused.

Hotch sighed, "Reid said you guys had a fight and he stormed off, that was why he was in that alley. And while I was at the hospital, I saw a bruise on his cheek and I'm sure as hell that the UNSUB didn't give it to him."

Morgan's mouth dropped open, "I-I-I… um, I don't kno-"

"Cut the crap, Morgan!" Hotch hissed and Morgan's eyes widened at Hotch's threatening tone.

"I know you hit him and as your supervisor, I want to know why," Hotch said.

Morgan sighed sadly, it was no use hiding it from a profiler, let alone Hotch, "I know he was just trying to help but… I just got so angry, you know? And then he just kept talking after I told him to stop and then I-I just lost it. Oh, god, Hotch, what kind of person does that make me?"

Morgan felt his eyes burn with unshed tears and Hotch's expression softened.

"When we were at the hospital," Hotch began, "Reid asked us where you were and I told him that you came here to interview the UNSUB. Do you know how he reacted?"

Morgan thought for a moment and then shrugged, "How?"

"He was disappointed you weren't there," Hotch said and Morgan's eyebrows went up I surprise, "He doesn't hate you, Morgan, no one does. This isn't your fault and Reid knows that. You just need to know that too."

Morgan stared at Hotch, dumbstruck. Was that true? Hotch could be lying… but why would he do that? Maybe Hotch was just trying to make him feel better…

"I can see you doubt me," Hotch said with a small smirk, "Why don't you go to the hospital? I think Reid'll appreciate it."

No, was Morgan's immediate reaction but then he thought about it. Should he go see Reid? He might as well get it over with and Hotch did say Reid wasn't mad at him…

Morgan nodded slowly, "Okay…"

Hotch's face broke out into one of his rare smiles and nodded, "Great."

They walked out together back to the team.

"So, Super Interrogator, you coming or not?" Rossi asked again.

"Actually... I'm gonna go see Reid. You guys have a good night," Morgan said and the rest of the team smiled at him.

Thirty minutes later, Morgan was standing outside of Reid's hospital room, hand resting on the doorknob. He hesitated to open it. Stop being a wimp, he scolded himself, this is Reid we're talking about! When have you ever been so nervous to see Reid?

Morgan sighed and pushed the door open. Reid was sleeping on the white hospital bed, his arms wrapped around himself in a protective gesture. His skin was deathly pale only making the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced. His short hair, which was now getting somewhat shaggy, hung down in his face in strands and his mouth was hanging slightly open and Morgan half expected to see drool coming out of his mouth. Morgan felt sick to his stomach when his eyes landed on the pronounced purple bruise on Reid's cheek. The hospital gown he had on was obviously too large for him and was basically swallowing up his small figure. Around him were several beeping machines along with a white, plastic chair at his right.

He just looked so… peaceful. Morgan hasn't seen the kid look this relaxed in weeks! Morgan walked over to the plastic chair, careful not to wake him. He sat down in the uncomfortable chair and sighed as he looked over his friend.

"I know you can't hear me," Morgan began and winced at how dumb he sounded, "and I know I'll probably have to repeat all of this once you wake up but… I just want you to know I'm sorry, for everything. I mean everything. For all of the teasing, for all the times I made fun of you or your statistics or how you don't have a girlfriend or how skinny you are… for everything. Especially how I've acted over the past few days.

Morgan sighed and ran a hand over his bald head, "I was being completely unfair to you and I know you were only trying to help but I snapped at you. I should have just given you a ride and not make you walk all the way to the hotel. I'm so sorry I said those things about you and how I… I hit you. It was totally wrong and I shouldn't have done it. And I know that no matter how much I apologize, it will never be okay. I-"

Morgan stopped talking when Reid shifted in his sleep.

"A simple 'I'm sorry' would have cut it," Reid mumbled tiredly and blinked open his eyes.

Morgan felt his cheeks heat up, "How long have you been listening?"

Reid smirked, "Long enough. Morgan-"

Morgan held up his hand, "I wasn't finished with my apology."

Now it was Reid's turn to blush, "Morgan-"

"Nope, hear me out, Pretty Boy," Morgan interrupted, "I know I overreacted when you said… what you said and I should have handled it like and adult and not a child. But this case has been bringing up a lot of… uncomfortable memories for me and I guess I wanted someone to blame for how I was feeling. And then you come along and make your slip up and I just lost it. There are no words to express how sorry I am but just… could you please forgive me?"

Morgan put his head into his hands and waited for Reid to say something. Seconds ticked by and Reid was still silent. Panic filled Morgan, what if Reid didn't forgive him? What if he hated him forever? What if-

"I forgive you," Reid said softly.

Morgan lifted his head out of his hands in surprise, "Really?"

Reid's lips twitched upwards, "Well, yes. I'm not exactly one to hold a grudge and I think your apology was too good to not be forgiven."

Morgan's shoulder sagged in relief, "Thanks. I thought you would hate me or something."

Reid frowned, "Hate you? Morgan, I could never hate you. Yes, I was annoyed and a little angry with you but hate you? No. Never. You're my best friend."

Morgan heart swelled with happiness at his friend's words, "Really?"

Reid rolled his eyes, "For a profiler, you can be pretty dumb sometimes."

Morgan gave a dry laugh, "We can't all be geniuses."

"But if you ever need a genius," Reid pointed his thumbs at himself, "I'm your guy."

Morgan gave a small laugh, "Yeah, kid, I'll remember that. So… are we cool?"

Reid had a thoughtful expression on his face when he said, "Of course we're 'cool'. Although, I'm not too sure I like that expression. I mean, if two people are 'cool', then-"

"Kid, kid, kid," Morgan said and held up his hands, "I love you and all but, seriously, not now."

Reid's expression totally changed from thoughtful to something unreadable.

"Reid?" Morgan asked in alarm, "What's wrong?"

"You love me?" Reid asked in a small voice.

Morgan stared at him in disbelief, "Of course I do. You're like my brother, man, why? You don't think I care about you?"

Reid bit his lip and looked down nervously, "You'll laugh at me."

"Just tell me, kid. What's up?" Morgan asked, seriously concerned now.

Reid bit his lip and looked everywhere in the room but Morgan. Should he tell Morgan? Reid eyed Morgan, hesitantly. Reid shook his head and took a deep breath.

"I-I know you care for me and everything but the only people who ever actually said the words 'I love you' to me were my parents and, well, that was about it. My mom stills tells me that all the time but she's my mom and she's kind of suppose to say that and my dad… well my dad hasn't told me he loved me since I was eight. I don't know, but I never really felt loved until you said those words just now," Reid said in a rush and gave a sheepish smile.

Morgan smiled and shook his head, "Damn, kid, for a profiler you can be pretty dumb sometimes."

Reid's face broke out into a bright child-like grin at the repeat of the words he said earlier, "Well, there's a first."

Morgan laughed, "That's what friends are for: bringing out the stupid each other."

Reid's smile faded and he gave Morgan a confused look, "What?"

That made Morgan laughed even harder and he shook his head, "Pretty Boy… what am I going to do with you?"

The End

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