Alright so I appologize that it has taken so long for this AND that this is completely unedited. The computer Im using has no editing software in the word program. Its a dinosaur. Anyway here it is and once again I am so sorry. And thank you for reading my story.

Reid claimed the shower in need of calming his nerves and when he had gotten out he found a note from Morgan.

'No regrets, so don't go worrying your pretty little head off. Stepping ou to get some air, gotta reign myself in if you know what I mean. -Derek'

He knew far too well what he had meant. Reid forced himself to lay down with his hands securly beneath his pillow, and each time his endemic memory tried to play back the events of the last hour he focused instead on figuring out the date of every monday in history. Three thousand seven hundred and twenty four mondays passed before he fell asleep, smile plastered on his face.

In the morning they both silently decided not to speak and instead spent their time in an unawkward silence smiling at eachother. When they arrived at the precinct it took some massive amounts of self-control to keep themselves at bay. It was day ten, only two days left until Christmas and they had no leads. They combed through everything once again, rehashing, researching, rethinking, and restepping every detail of the past three years case files. It was exhaustive, running into walls, knowing the window was closing on them.

The hours slowly ticked by frustration growing in each member of the BAU, until one of the detectives came bolting into the conference room they were using at a quater to five.

"A call just came in, gun shots were heard at the Colonial Apartments. Paramedics found one dead and another uncocius from smoke inhalation. She's on her way to the hospital."

Hotch stood with the rest of the team. "Prentiss and Jj, head over to the hospital. If she wakes up see if you can get a description. Morgan and Reid, your with Rossi and I. We'll go to the apartment and see if he left anything behind."

They found the apartment untouched like the others, the gunshot victim dead in the center of the living room.

"Maybe the gun is how he gains access. He knocks on the door and forces his way in using the gun to keep them quiet." Reid turned around. "Have they removed the slug?"

Hotchner nodded. "Its on its way to the crime lab now."

Reid turned back to the scene. "The victim must have walked in and shocked the unsub, causing him to deviate from plan, likely saving the girls life." he turned to the officers. "Did he have a key?"

"Hey, isnt this our guy?" Rossi picked up a picture from the book shelf showing it to the others. "Looks like he was the boyfriend."

"Did your men find any keys on the victim?" Hotchner asked on of the detectives.

"Yes but we havent checked them against the door yet."

"So he comes in to find the unsub attempting to kill his girlfriend, scares the guy enough to shoot him and flee the scene."

"Morgan, take a look at this." Reid called over from near the coffee table, pointing at a small metal gage.

Morgan picked it up and turned it over in his hands. "It goes on an oxygen tank."

"Yes, not just any though." Reid took it from Morgans hand and walked over to Hotchner and Rossi. "This gage is specifically used on oxygen tanks kept on fire trucks. This model has been out of curcit for four years now. It must have been nocked off. Odds are after whatever triggered the murders started when the Unsub was still a firefighter and he took one of the retired tanks."

"Alright, Morgan you and Reid head back to the station give out a new profile. He's thrown off his game and its likely that he'll start killing sparatically."

Morgan set his phone on the dash and turned on the speaker. "Go ahead baby girl."

"I got the results from the lab and crossed it against the database, got a lot of hits but not from anything recent. The gun matched a string of murders from four years ago and get this, the murders all happened on the twelve days leading up to Christmas."

"We've only been looking back four years, Garcia can you run a search for fires that happened five years ago on Christmas eve?"

"Give me one second...got it. Oh my god. Five years ago there were eight fires on Christmas eve, out of them only one fatality, a Jennifer Curtis, guys her brother Jacob was a firefighter."

"Thats our guy." Morgan spoke.

"There's more. The ones that die on Christmas eve have all been survivors of that night."

"That leaves only three left."

"Garcia we need"

"Already sending locations to your cell phones."

"You are wonderful baby girl."

The door to the house was unlocked with two cars in the driveway and no lights on inside. He spoke into his radio. "He's at 243 Hershman Road."

"Wait for backup." Hotchner answered. Something clattered from inside the house and Morgan looked at Reid drawing his weapon and Reid followed suit. "No time to wait." They made their way into the house moving quickly and silently. Morgan motioned for Reid to search toward the living room and he moved to the kitchen. Past the living room was a empty childerens room and he went into the master bedroom. He scanned the room for the unsub not seeing him. A husband and wife were tied and gaged to chairs and two children tied and gaged sat next to the bed. Reid motioned for them to remain quiet and the husbands eyes widened. Before Reid could turn around to see that he had missed a dark corner he was tackled to the ground his gun falling from his hands and a mask was forced over his mouth and nose. Smoke started to fill his lungs and he fought against the unsub and the overwhelming desire to breath.

Suddenly the weight of the man pinning him down was gone and he pulled the mask off his face gasping at the clean air. His vision was blurred and he could vaguely make out in the dim light Morgan struggling with the unsub, his gun knocked from his hands slid across the hardwood bedroom floor stopping when it knocked into the chair the father was tied to. Reid tried to push through the haze and he groped the floor for his gun. His fingers grasped the cold metal and he rolled over onto his back. The Unsub was ontop of Morgan and he pulled his gun in Morgans face. Reid fired two rounds and all went quiet except for the sounds of muffled cries from behind duct tape.

"Morgan!" Reid cried out, suddenly afraid that he had missed and hit Morgan.

He let out a sigh of relief when Morgan pushed the Unsubs limp body off of him and sat up. "I'm fine. You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah Im fine. Lets get them untied."

The could hear the sirens of backup arriving and as they untied the family they kept stealing glances at eachother as if making sure they ere still alright.

When the plane had landed Morgan offered Reid a ride, which was quickly accepted and they drove in silence until they reached Reids apartment. Reid didn't question him when Morgan parked the SUV and got out with him, following just as silently into Reids apartment.

"We've got to work on that or we wont be able to work together."

Reid nodded knowing exactly what he was talking about. His heart had stopped the moment that he thought he'd shot Morgan and the whole time they kept stealing glances at eachother the overwhelming what if the Unsub had killed him?

"I always worry about you on the field." Reid said quietly. "What are we doing Morgan?" he asked turning to face him.

Morgan ran his hand over his head. "We are going to figure it out. Because I know that I have never felt the way I feel about you, and Im not about to let that go." He looked into Reids eyes. "And however that plays out well, we'll just have to do it together."

Reid couldnt help the smile that formed on his face and he quickly appologized. "I'm sorry, I seem to be going at this like a school girl."

Morgan smiled and advanced towards him pulling Reids arms up to wrap around his shoulders before wrapping his own around his waist. "Why don't we start right here, where we left off the other night."

Their faces were close and Reid couldn't help but smile again. "I think that is a fine idea."

There it is my friends! I hope that you enjoyed it! Im tossing around the idea of a sequal but I am not sure yet. Anyway thank you so much for reading my story and for your reviews, its fuel for my mind and I love the imput. It helps me write better.