A/N Well, here is the final chapter of my story about a drugged, and very pushy Reid. Thank you to all who have read, favorited, and followed this story. I started this story months ago, and wasn't going to start posting it until I was finished, but decided to go ahead with it. I had hit a dry spell, and it was actually all the wonderful reviews that spurred me on and made me finish it. So, thank you! I'm very happy with how it turned out. Maybe this will encourage me to finish the other stories I have half finished!

BTW, the song I have been referencing throughout this story is Scream by Usher. If you haven't heard it, I highly suggest giving it a try. I can't listen to it without seeing Morgan and Reid in my mind. See if you agree! That song actually inspired this particular fic, as probably evident due to the amount of times I referred to it. ;)

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5

Morgan stood there a moment, considering his options. He could just ignore what happened, call Garcia back, and let Reid get himself under control, or he could go talk to him. As much as he wanted to pretend last night didn't happen, it had, and he needed to deal with it. He had heard Reid tell him he loved him in his sleep, and the kid had practically thrown himself at Morgan, but there was still a part of him that was afraid it was all drug induced.

Suck it up, man, he thought, as he headed down the hall toward the bathroom. He stopped and gently knocked on the door, waiting. All he got in return was silence, so he knocked louder. He then heard the water turn on and again, waited. Still no response, so he tried again.

"Reid," he knocked louder still. "Answer me."

The water continued to run, and he finally heard something, but it was too muffled to understand.

"Reid, turn off the water and get out here. I can't hear you through the door."

The water shut off. "Can you give me a minute." Came the quiet reply. The voice was throaty, like he'd been crying. "I'm not feeling well."

"No shit, genius. That's what GHB does to you." He huffed, getting frustrated with the boy inside.

"What?" Came the strangled reply. "Wha...Who?"

"That's what I was trying to tell you earlier. Dammit, just come out here so we can talk."

"No."

"Reid."

"I - I can't."

"Look man, this wasn't your fault, ok? You have nothing to be ashamed of."

He heard a snort from the other side of the door and froze. Of course, he didn't just remember the guy from the bar, he remembered the two of them practically christening his kitchen table. Was he sorry? Shit, what if it was all the drug? How would he go on, pretending like he wasn't in love with his best friend, acting like he didn't want to push him up against the wall and kiss him senseless?

"Reid." Silence. "Reid. Spencer. Please come out here. We really need to talk." His voice was gentle, hoping to soothe the kid. Again, he was met with silence. "Listen, about last night..."

The water began to run again, drowning out Morgans voice. He stepped away from the door, leaning against the wall behind him and sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. It shouldn't surprise him, though. Reid was never one for confrontation. But this was not something that could be ignored. It wasn't going away, and Reid was not leaving this house until they resolved it.

He stepped forward and knocked again. "Reid, we are going to talk about this. You are locked in my bathroom, and you have nowhere to go. I'm not leaving, so you better just come out."

The water turned off, and he thought he heard a sniffle from the other side, and it just broke his heart. Ok, if Reid was going to stay locked up in there, he'd just have to have their heart to heart through the door. So, he leaned against the door, and began speaking.

"Listen Reid. Spencer. Last night did not turn out at all like I had planned, but...well, I wouldn't have changed it for anything. I'm sorry you were drugged, but I'm not sorry about what came after. It opened my eyes to a lot of things, and truth be told, I can't go back to the way it was before." He paused, hoping he was explaining things right.

"I'll start by saying that when I saw you at the bar with that guy, and he was touching your arm, I saw red. I didn't realize what it meant at first, but I knew that I had to get you away from him. As I continued to watch, I realized something was off. You are not a touchy person, but you were actually leaning into him, and allowing him to hold your hand. So I swooped in and saved you, again." He chuckled, thinking of all the times he'd helped Reid in the past.

"Hotch and Prentiss took him in, and I brought you home. Garcia offered, but I couldn't let anyone else take care of you. That was my job. It always has been, and always will be." He smiled, realizing what he'd said. For some reason, the thought of always didn't scare him anymore. Huh.

He put his hand on the door, as if he was able to caress Reid through the wood. "The drug made you, let just say, lose any inhibitions. With anyone else, that wouldn't have been a good thing, but I have to say that for me, it turned out to be a very good thing. I would have never made the first move with you," he almost whispered to the door.

He cleared his throat before continuing. "I know that by allowing anything to happen last night, it makes me as bad as the guy at the bar, but..." his voice cracked, and he got sick to his stomach thinking about what he let happen. "I - I'm not happy that it took you getting drugged for me to realize how much you meant to me, but I'm also not sorry. Spencer..."

The door opened slowly to reveal his beautiful Pretty Boy, tears streaming down his face, with a small smile ghosting his lips. Before he could blink, Morgan had stepped through the doorway and was enveloping him in a bone crushing hug. He felt Reid's arms encircle his waist, and felt the wetness from his tears on his neck.

The two men stood in the doorway of the bathroom, holding each other like the world was ending. Neither knew how long they stood there, but Morgan was the first to pull back, bringing his hand up to cup Reid's face, wiping away the tears that continued to fall.

They stood there, staring into each others eyes, Morgan's thumb brushing Reid's cheek the only movement. This time, the younger man was the first to move, breaking eye contact and looking around, as if just realizing where they were.

"M-maybe we should go into the living room, so we can talk." he said softly.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Morgan replied, moving his hand from Reid's face and turning around. The voice inside his head was screaming at him to turn back around and just kiss him already. Hell, they had already had some pretty heated make out sessions. But, that was when Reid was drugged. And now he remembered. That was why he was so afraid that Reid would close the door and lock himself in again.

Holding his breath, he walked down the hall and into the living room, sitting on the couch. He allowed himself to breath when he realized he hadn't heard the bathroom door shutting. When he felt the couch dip down beside him, he looked up and smiled.

"Hey," Morgan said, not knowing how to start, or actually continue, their conversation.

"Hey yourself." was the reply.

Morgan looked up expecting to see Reid sitting with a straight back and looking anywhere but him, but was pleasantly surprised to see him sitting sideways on the couch, one knee up, looking at Morgan shyly.

"Reid, look..."

"Morgan..."

Both started talking simultaneously. They laughed, breaking the tension, and Reid took the lead.

"Morgan, I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I, uh, yes, I do." He could see Morgan open his mouth to disagree again, so he cut him off. "Can you just listen for a minute? This is, well, I'm good with words, when they come from a book, but this...emotional stuff, I'm not really good with."

"It's ok, Pretty Boy. It's just me. I'm listening."

"I heard what you said through the door, and I remember some of what happened last night." He began nervously picking at his fingers. "It's mainly just flashes, but I, um, think I remember all the important parts. So, that's why I'm apologizing. I know it was the drug that made me act like that, but the feelings were already there, which is what caused me to act the way I did." He chuckled at himself and said, "I feel like I'm talking in circles."

Morgan reached out and took Reid's hand, stopping the nervous picking, and rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. "I think I understand."

"I'm glad one of us does." He laughed again, louder this time. "I'm so sorry I threw myself at you like that, and even though it was amazing, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I just felt so alive, and it was incredible. I've never felt like that before."

"I would hope not. I would hate to think our innocent genius is running around taking GHB on a regular basis." Morgan joked.

He looked at Reid, expecting to see him laughing too, but was stopped cold at the look in Reid's eyes. His pupils were blown wide, and his eyes were sparkling with a hunger he'd never seen.

"That's not what I meant." Morgan raised his eyebrows in question. "It wasn't the GHB that made me feel alive. It was you."

It was you. It was you. You. You.

Wow. Morgan was speechless.

Reid, clearing missing the fact that Morgan's heart stopped beating when he said those three words, continued explaining. As if those three words were not enough.

"Kissing you..." he paused to swallow. "I'm a practical guy. I like things to make sense, to be proven, before I believe them. The concept of love has always been foreign to me. It's just a release of chemicals that cause the body to react. But last night...kissing you, feeling you, I...God, it was the most amazing thing I have ever felt, and I don't ever want to lose that."

"Fuck Reid," he muttered, before leaping across the space between them and crushing his mouth to his best friends. He brought one hand up to cup Reid's cheek, tilting his head to give him a better angle. When the mouth attached to his opened, allowing his tongue access, he moaned and leaned forward, pushing Reid backward on the couch.

Their bodies fit together, hands roaming, mouths moving over one another. Morgan pulled away briefly, to place wet kisses up and down the younger mans neck. Reaching down between them, he grabbed Reid's shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Reid moaned then, deep in his throat, and Morgan knew he was lost.

Morgan hadn't put a shirt on after his shower, and the moment their bare chests met there was an explosion of heat, and both men paused to look at each other. The raw hunger was evident in both their eyes, and they moved toward each other again, mouths open, licking, biting, tasting.

Morgan detached his mouth from Reid's long enough to kiss a trail down his neck, ending at his collar bone, where he proceeded to suck and bite him until Reid was a withering and moaning mess. He couldn't get enough of this beautiful man under him, and wanted nothing more than to kiss him forever. That was until Reid bucked his hips up and he felt just how turned on Reid was. All logic flew out the window then, and he slid his hands down between their bodies, which was not an easy task, and proceeded to cup Reid through his pants.

The withering genius threw his head back and moaned Morgans name, causing what little blood that was left in Morgan's brain to migrate south. Morgan crushed his lips to Reid's once again, forcefully, trying to show him without words how he was feeling.

He drug his mouth away and buried his face in Reid's neck, growling, "God Reid, I want you so damn bad."

He felt the body below his pause, and he pulled back, afraid he was moving too fast. He looked down, expecting to see panic in his eyes, and was taken back by what he saw instead. Reid was smirking, his eyes wide open and lust filled, as he answered back, "Then I suggest you take me to your bedroom and make me scream."

Yeah, let me know and I'll take you there...