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Two cop cars and two ambulances were in the driveway as Morgan pulled up to the address Rossi and Reid had checked out. Two other black SUVs in the area told him that Hotch and JJ were also on the scene. As he parked the vehicle behind one of the cop cars, Morgan scrambled from the vehicle and headed toward the house at a run, Prentiss completely forgotten about.

The first familiar person Morgan saw was Rossi, who was watching as the paramedics loaded the UnSub into the back of the closest ambulance. Rossi's clothes looked a little disheveled but other than that he looked to be fine. Though Morgan was grateful for that, the fact that he didn't see Reid worried him.

"Rossi, where's Reid?" Morgan called, before he had even reached him.

"Inside still," Rossi replied. "Hotch and the paramedics are with him."

Morgan didn't waste time replying as he headed toward the house at a full run. Rossi had said the paramedics were with him which meant Reid was hurt. Morgan felt the icy grip of fear as he wondered how badly the kid was hurt.

Bursting through the front door, Morgan came to a quick stop. As he caught his breath, he took in the scene. Reid was already on the gurney, and the paramedics were ready to move him from the house. The left side of his face was bruised and his right hand was in a splint.

"Kid, how bad are you hurt?" Morgan asked, quickly covering the distance to the gurney.

"I'll be fine Morgan," Reid replied. "It's just a possible broken wrist."

Reaching his side, Morgan reached for the kid's left hand. Reid moved it out of Morgan's reach, with a slight nod toward Hotch who wasn't far away. Though hurt by the action, Morgan didn't press the issue.

"Morgan, why don't you go to the hospital with Reid," Hotch said, speaking up. He could see Morgan's concern for the younger agent and someone had to stay at the scene until things were wrapped up. "Prentiss, JJ and I will wrap things up and meet the rest of you at the hospital."

"Got it," Morgan replied, more than happy with the arrangement.

As the paramedics started to wheel Reid out of the house, Morgan walked beside him. They passed Prentiss on the porch. After a brief exchange between Reid and Prentiss they continued toward the remaining ambulance, the other ambulance having already left the scene. Morgan waited for the paramedics to load the gurney and then climbed into the back with his lover. He sat on the bench seat along the side, wanting to reach for Reid's hand again, but restraining himself.

Morgan comforted himself with the fact that Reid was going to be okay. A few x-rays at the hospital, possibly a cast and he would be released. The team would head home and then he could comfort his lover in the privacy of his home.

As the ambulance started moving down the driveway, Morgan sensed more than saw the movement. Looking down, Morgan saw Reid reaching his hand out to him. The older agent reached out and took a hold of Reid's hand, grateful that now away from the rest of the team, Reid was reaching out to him. Tentatively Morgan reached his right hand out, to place it on the side of Reid's face that wasn't bruised. He watched Reid closely for any sign of the younger man pulling away from him. Reid never did and as Morgan's hand came to rest against Reid's cool skin, the younger man inclined his head slightly into the touch. Reid closed his eyes, feeling safe knowing Morgan was nearby.

Morgan could feel the eyes of the paramedic on them, but he didn't bother with even a glance over his shoulder. Let him think what he wanted. They would never see the guy again anyway, and right now he had eyes only for the young man on the gurney.

It was a little past ten o'clock when Morgan pushed the front door of his house open. Clooney was over at his neighbors and given the time of night, Morgan would wait until the morning to retrieve him. Tonight, it would just be him and Reid. Morgan stepped aside to allow the younger man, his right wrist immobilized by the black brace that he wore.

The x-rays had shown hairline fractures of both bones in his wrist but both men were thankful it wasn't worse. The doctor at the hospital had sent him home with pain medicine that Reid had refused to take, though Morgan had finally convinced him to take some Ibuprofen on the plane ride home.

Morgan followed Reid into the house, carrying both of their go-bags. Reid turned on the lamp on the stand by the door and then headed toward the bedroom. Morgan heard him muttering something about figuring out how to take a bath brace or no brace. Morgan couldn't help by smile. He had no doubt that the young genius would figure something out. He hesitated offering help, knowing that Reid often felt he was babying him when he fussed over him too much. Morgan headed toward the bedroom with their bags, intending to be nearby just in case.

Twenty minutes later, Reid emerged from the bathroom clad in a T-shirt and flannel pajama pants. Morgan stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed. He gave Reid a kiss as he passed him on his way into the bathroom. After quickly showering and donning a T-shirt and sweat pants, Morgan came out of the bathroom. Not seeing Reid in the bedroom, he went in search of the younger man. He found him in the living room, curled up in the easy chair, his injured wrist resting on the one chair arm. Morgan thought his lover looked tired, and more pale than usual.

Morgan crossed over to the couch, placed his cell phone down on the coffee table and settled at the one end of the couch.

"You know, you still owe me thirteen hours to complete my birthday present," Morgan said quietly.

Reid sighed. "Morgan can't it wait. My wrist . . . "

"That won't matter for what I have in mind," Morgan told him. "Come on Reid, please," he begged.

Unable to resist the pleading, Reid got to his feet and Morgan knew he had won.

"Come over here," Morgan instructed, patting the cushion beside. Reid did as he was bidden. Sitting and then lying down as he was instructed. Soon Reid found his shoulders resting against Morgan's arm, his head resting on the older man's shoulder.

"My Pretty Boy," Morgan whispered, leaning down and pressing his lips against Reid's, relishing the feel of his soft lips against his own. Morgan took his right hand and entwined his fingers into Reid's hair. He felt Reid's tongue against his lips and parted them, allowing his tongue entry into his mouth. After the scare he had earlier that day, just being able to hold Reid in his arms, was a comfort. As much as he wanted to comfort his lover, to take his mind away from the pain Morgan knew he was in, Morgan knew he needed the comfort of his lover just as much.

It was a long time before they broke away, both in need of air. Even then, Morgan left his face close, relishing the feel of Reid's breath as he exhaled. He left his hand entwined in the younger man's hair.

"All I could think of while I was driving to that address today was that I didn't know what I would do if I lost you," Morgan confessed softly.

"I'm fine," Reid replied, his eyes looking into Morgan's dark orbs.

Morgan took his fingers out of Reid's hair and let a few fingers trail lightly down his bruised cheek. "You're far from fine, Pretty Boy. I hate knowing that you're in pain."

"I can forget about the pain when you hold me close," Reid whispered.

"I don't plan on letting you go any time soon," Morgan assured him, his lips finding Reid's once again.

"I feel so tired," Reid said quietly, leaning his head against Morgan's shoulder as they broke away for air once again.

"Then sleep, Pretty Boy," Morgan told him softly, tucking hair gently behind Reid's ear.

He reached for a throw pillow on the other end of the couch. Grabbing it, he carefully propped Reid's injured wrist on it.

"Comfortable?" Morgan asked.

Reid nodded in reply, his eyes still closed. "Morgan."

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too," Morgan replied pressing a kiss to Reid's forehead.

It wasn't long before Reid's breathing had evened out. As tired as he was, Morgan didn't close his eyes, but continued to watch his lover sleep. Grateful that Reid hadn't been injured worse than he had been at that house.

Morgan's cell phone rang. Reaching out, trying not to disturb Reid, Morgan grabbed his phone. Looking down he was surprised at the name he saw there.

"Morgan."

"Hope I didn't wake you," Rossi replied.

"I hadn't fallen asleep yet."

"I just wanted to call and check on Reid. Make sure he really was okay."

"Then why didn't you just call Reid?" Morgan asked.

"Because I figured he'd tell you things before admitting it to anyone else and I also figure he's right there with you."

Morgan looked down at Reid's peaceful face. "Why would you say that?"

"I might be old but I'm not stupid. I know there is something going on between the two of you, especially as concerned as you were about him when you arrived at that house today."

"Do the others know?" Morgan asked, a bit surprised.

"I'm not sure. I don't think so. They won't care even if they did know."

"I know that. It's Reid that isn't ready for everyone to know."

"I'll stay quiet, then. So is he okay."

"Sleeping peacefully. The wrist is the only real injury."

"Good.. Take care of him."

"I plan to," Morgan replied. Ending the call, he put the phone back on the coffee table, relieved that at least one of their team members knew. Chances were, the others did too, or soon would. If only Reid wasn't so scared to let them know.

Morgan let his head rest on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. He'd worry about that later. Right now he was just going to enjoy having Reid close, and able to feel that he was alive.