Disclaimer 1: All song credits go to the wonderful John Legend whose smooth, melting-chocolate-with-cinnamon-on-top voice inspired me to write this story whether he likes it or not. I suggest you check out his song Ordinary People, the semi-metaphorical theme for the whole story.

Disclaimer 2: Also, I do not own the Criminal Mind characters. I only own Angelica Walkers, Samuel Fidel, Benedict Kardek, Jeremiah and Izaya. (Now was that really necessary?)

Disclaimer 3: Don't sue me.

It had been a long week.

Too long.

One of the children that his team had been searching for had finally shown up outside of a gas station near an abandoned road. She had been naked and bruised and had told them stories (between pained breaths) about how her brothers...well, best not think about that.

Morgan sighed and closed his eyes, sinking deeper into the velvety pillows of his couch. He knew he shouldn't dwell on the memory of the girl for if he did her haunted face would only revisit him in his dreams over and over again. Yet it didn't feel right to just forget about her, either. But he had to departmentalize. It was for his own good.

He opened his eyes slightly and leveled the small remote in his hand at the expensive (he really was quite proud of it) CD player mounted on the mantel piece. With the click of a few buttons John Legend's voice echoed throughout the small house, louder and louder until Morgan couldn't hear himself think which was the purpose of the whole exercise. He spread his arms out along the back of the couch and began to mumble a few of the lyrics.

"We're just ordinary people

We don't know which way to go

Cuz we're ordinary people

Maybe we should take it slow

This time we'll take it slow

This time we'll take it slow"

But something was wrong. A man who has looked evil in the face often enough always knows when something is wrong, even without knowing just exactly what it was. It was if a glass had shattered violently in the kitchen, its agitating sound disrupting the peace and serenity of his home. He turned around and scanned the space behind him but there was nothing there except for darkness and various pieces of furniture illuminated by the hallway light. Heart racing, he slowly stood up and drew his gun from its holster. He didn't know what he was looking for or whether or not it even existed but he just had a feeling…

" This ain't a movie no

No fairy tale conclusion ya'll

It gets more confusing everyday

Sometimes it's heaven sent

Then we head back to hell again

We kiss then we make up on the way"

He turned the music down until it was nothing but a quiet chatter in the background and proceeded into the dark kitchen, balancing solely on the balls of his feet as he was taught to do in the academy. All was empty, silent, and still except for the cold breeze that wafted in and made his curtains shiver…wait…

Cold breeze?

He hadn't left anything open.

It was only then that he noticed his front door had been left ajar still, in fact, undulating slightly. He closed it, its eerie squeak cutting through the silent night, and turned on his heel, seriously pissed now because Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan never gets scared, he only gets pissed. Jaws clenched, he ran back into the living room with his gun cocked and held in front of him like a pin on a compass, ready to call out to whoever thought they had the right to enter his house unwelcomed, goddamnit, when suddenly he froze. There was a shadow in the hallway, growing longer and longer in the yellow light as whomever it was moved closer.

"All right you son of a btich, I'm not playing games with you, you hear me? I want you to show yourself, NOW!" The shadow paused and stood still. After a moment of tense silence the the person stepped forward.

"Reid?"

"M-m-m-m-morgan," Reid paused and swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath pale, sweaty skin, "hi."

"Reid, what the hell are you doing here?"

"D…do you like what you see?"

Morgan lowered his gun and gazed at him in confusion that was quickly replaced by worry for his younger colleague when he noticed the sweat stains blooming all around Reid's shirt and the way that Reid kept avoiding eye contact and instead threw quick, darting glances at a place above Morgan's head.

"Reid…" he said in a softer voice. But Reid ignored him. Fingers shaking he began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"D…do you…want this…agent Morgan?" Here, a lone tear ran down the side of his cheek as he slipped the shirt off his shoulders, exposing a smooth, pale chest glowing faintly yellow in the lamplight. "please…I want to know… how much you…love me."

Understanding that Reid must have been under some kind of duress, Morgan placed his gun on the side table and approached Reid slowly. "Reid, nobody's going to hurt you," he whispered gently, "Tell me what's wrong."

"No! No!" Reid gasped and hurriedly wiped the tears from his face, "there's nothing wrong, it's just…" he glanced at that place above Morgan's head again and gave a forced laugh, "I'm just…really nervous that's all," he smiled, "I, um, I have a confession to make."

"Reid, what is it?" Morgan placed his hand on the younger man's shoulder but quickly withdrew it when he felt Reid stiffen beneath his touch.

"I've been…wildly attracted to you ever since I first met you in the BAU office and I..."

"Look at me, Reid."

Reid bit his bottom lip and slowly drew his gaze up to Morgan's. In it, Morgan could see such desperation, such yearning behind a veil of tears that, truthfully, it made him quite uncomfortable. "I just thought…I wanted…so I came here tonight hoping you would," he paused and drew in a shaky breath, "I want…I want you to…f…fuck me, Agent Morgan. I want you to…fuck me really, really hard." Blushing madly, he turned away from Morgan and pulled the tie from his neck with such violence that Morgan knew he was struggling with emotions that were much stronger than he hinted at. But still! He stared at Reid in shock with his mouth hanging open and anger clouding his handsome brow for reasons that he could not explain.

"I'm not going to do that," he said slowly and clearly.

"No, Morgan, you have to!" suddenly Reid threw himself at him and wrapped his arms around Morgan's neck, pressing his slender body suggestively against Morgan's own, "I mean, I really, really want you to! I really need you to…fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before. Please, Morgan!"

"Listen to yourself, man! Look, whatever you're going through I can try and help you with but that is something that I will not do!" he tried to push Reid away but the man clung to him harder than ever. Gasping, Reid pushed his wet face right up against Morgan's neck and seized him so tightly that Morgan's ribs were on the verge of collapsing.

"Please," Reid murmured beneath his breath, "he said that he'll kill her if you don't."

Author's Note: Well? Whadja think? Confession: For some reason I'm really into Morgan/Reid sexy pairings whenever the two are under duress so I thought I might as well try one out for myself. Comments, reviews, suggestions welcome otherwise, sit back and enjoy :)

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