Hey guys, this will be a slash story, so please be warned,

Sadly I don't own the characters or the places but the plot yeah I do , so please read and review? Yeah. I really appreciate I will try and update soon

The tall dark man, tired slumped on his bed, and let out a loud sigh. His day had been long finally discovering the murderer after 48 long hours of no sleep.

The killer had chosen to prey on four guys at a gay bar, presuming that the unsub had been a homophobic, for reasons that would assume that he had either been brought up in a highly Christian or religious family with total disbelief that ANY good could come from being involved in a gay relationship, or that he had been abused in some way that made this man have a complete hatred towards any homosexual.

The night was loud, with lights coming out from all the windows, everyone yelling and partying as they stumbled outside the doors and down the street. Two guys the taller, more tanned and outspoken one, arm wrapped around the other, yelled out, the words inaudible due the intoxication. The two men stumbling down the footpath; unaware of what was to come. The tall man , later identified as Tony Smith was hit first, a loud thump as the baseball bat hit him directly in the face, hearing his skull crush a little, the other man, Alex Townsend, dropped to the ground to meet with his partner. He looked into Tony's eyes, he could see the pain and anger that shifted from what was once joyful and groggy and then slowly shut.

The unsub took the opportunity to strike at him too, once in the leg and when Alex turned around to shield his hurt leg, he was eye to eye with a man in a dark grey sweater and deathly eyes that showed no fear, only anger and extreme violence. This was the last thing he saw before he was smashed in the face same as Tony.

The force of the pounds to the face and the direction and placing of the swing left no doubts but death or severe brain damage.

The man lying on the bed couldn't get the case out of his head, but was glad that it was over. Slowly shifted and went to sleep.

He woke up, stiff, from a not so comforting sleep, but still, it was sleep. Clearly not awake fully, he stumbled his way to the shower, had breakfast and got into his SUV to pick Spencer Reid up. They had been carpooling for a couple of weeks, while Reid's car was being fixed. Morgan pulled up at Reid's house, at 6-55 exactly as he had done every other day.

The man sitting outside the house with his messenger bag on his shoulder and the dark rims around his eyes were evident even from the car. Slowly he got up and walked to the car, opened the door with his usual, good-morning greeting. As he buckled his seatbelt in, Morgan drove away.

Pulling up to the BAU building, everything was as normal, Reid was saying his "thank you for driving me" speech and throwing out the unusual facts. Everything was normal on the outside, but not on the inside. Nothing was normal on the inside, not for Derek Morgan anyway.

The murder of the two men, was a surprise attack, and the whole team were ready to give their profile of the man, when they got a call from CSI to be notified that 20 minutes ago a man had been found, around the same age as the other two, around 30, found dead, hit in the back a few times, rupturing his spline, and then returning to his kill shot, the face.

The team gave their profiles and decided to drive to the next scene considering it was only 45 minutes away. This time, Morgan had noticed that his violence had escalated, meaning he was getting either a kick out of seeing them squirm or whatever was going on in his life made him angrier, or a homosexual had done something to wrong him. All these answers were going to hopefully be answered, but after how long? And after how many deaths?

The crime-scene was messy and definitely told them that he was disorganised, had no real victim intended apart from being gay. He was escalating and rapidly killing; this had to be stopped soon but had no clue on how to catch him.

Walking into the bullpen, JJ was sitting at her desk, her head buried in papers. But still seemed to notice that these two had walked in, she lifted her head, softly said "morning." And returned to her work, as Reid and Morgan casually walked over to their desks and started to do the same, they had solved the case and arrested the unsub and now what was left of that case, was the paperwork. So both Morgan and Reid set to do the files, as well as the others that were sitting on their desk that was supposed to do beforehand.

The day went slowly and quietly, until Reid stood up to see Garcia, every footstep was a loud thud on the ground, everyone looked up from their desks and slowly placed their heads back down once they realised who was walking. Slowly he walked up the stairs, trying not to make a sound when, focusing on being quiet he accidently missed a step and face planted onto the step and went down with a loud bang. He let out a soundly weep, as Reid went down he hit his head.

Everyone looked up quickly and saw him on the ground; they got and walked towards him. Morgan, got up faster than the rest, swiftly made his way to Reid, faster than anyone else, placed his hand out to help Spencer up. The pain in his eyes, well both of their eyes, Derek's eyes were full of pain and worry and not knowing, until he saw the trail of blood that slowly went down the side of his face. His eyes changed to sadness.

Spencer had seen his eyes change, as he slowly got up, but looked at him "I'm alright Morgan, thank you" his voice was soft and comforting. The dark man slowly brought his hand to the genius' face and wiped the blood away, looking into each other's eyes.

So? What do you think? To be continued or not? Please review, tell me what you think, and suggest stuff that I could work into the story. Thank you for reading it through this far

I will hopefully update soon.