Author's Notes: Hello! I know I have TONS of stories to finish and update, but this one was gnawing at me! It's gonna be at most a FIVESHOT... I promise! :)

This is my first fic in the Criminal Minds fandom, so please bear with me! I am taking some artistic license with some things on/from the real show... just warning you now!

Let me know what you think!

Happy reading & enjoY!
Hugs abound...
- Erynn. :)

Chapter One: Taking him home…

He was tired.

Coffee didn't even work to keep him awake.

Without even knowing it, Spencer's eyes closed. His head went next, lulling softly to the side, as he drifted off into a deep slumber. Everyone knew, as they watched the boy genius slouch down in his desk chair, that he was exhausted by the case that they had all just finished.

One person in particular, knew that the kid needed more than sleep.

His little heart needed love and not the compassionate, friendly, platonic, brotherly kind that they were used to having between them. No, the boy genius needed that pulse-pounding, skin-tingling, butterflies-in-the-chest-having, hands-holding, lips-touching, bodies-yearning-for-more kind of love, and he, T. Derek Morgan, intended to give it to him. He knew that the kid thought of him as a strong, older brother and a good friend, who was a natural at wooing beautiful women, but how would he feel knowing that he also wooed a lot of men as well? Derek wasn't ashamed of his bisexuality, nor did he need to hide it, yet it always seemed that he had to. Some people's reactions to the LGBT community were not the most favorable, and being that he was a black senior special agent in the FBI, who was also bisexual, was an even harder pill for many to swallow. Heck, he didn't even know if the young doctor was into men, but he had to at least give it a shot.

One by one, the BAU team left the building, all seeing that young doctor was still deep in his slumber at his desk, and leaving him behind to be taken care of by Derek.

"Awww, he looks so peaceful sleeping there…" a familiar voice piped up softly. "Do we just leave him there?"

"Naw, Baby Girl… he needs to go home… he needs to sleep in a bed for once…" Derek responded back, turning to the blonde computer tech behind him with a smile.

All she did at the mention of him putting Reid to bed was giggle. Penelope Garcia, a.k.a. 'Baby Girl', knew that Derek had hidden feelings for Reid, ever since they started working together at Quantico. The sexual tension between the two men was painful to watch. On one side, she saw Derek Morgan, her strong Chocolate Adonis, yearning for the love of the pasty white whiz kid, and on the other, she saw her adorably sweet & naïve Boy Genius, Dr. Spencer Reid, burying his sexuality six feet under like it was a corpse in a pinewood coffin. She needed her best friend get his man, but how?

"So, are you going to take him home to your place or his?" She wondered aloud.

"Garcia…" Derek responded, knowing that she knew what he meant.

"Sorry, sorry… I know you're hypersensitive about me mentioning your man-lust for your man-crush…"

"Baby Girl, I am not lusting after Reid, so let it go…"

"Fine, fine… say what you will to make yourself feel better about it, but I'm telling you: you keep all of the Reid love pent up inside yourself, one of these days its gonna break open from your heart & spill out on the BAU floor… and, when it does, I won't be there to help you clean up after yourself…"

"Sure you won't… now, find me his keys…"

"They're in his satchel… like always…"

Morgan moved over to the young doctor's desk and found his messenger bag in one of the drawers. Rummaging through it, he found the keys to his younger man's apartment and placed them in his back pocket of his jeans.

"Need me to help wake him up?" Garcia questioned aloud.

"Naw, Baby Girl… I got him…" the senior special agent answered back. "But, you can do something important for me…"

"Anything, my Chocolate Dream?"

"Can you take my jacket and his bag down to my Jeep® and wait for me down there?"

"You got it… and, Derek?"

"Yeah, Baby Girl?"

"Be careful with him, okay? He's been known to break at times…"

All Derek did was smile at her as she grabbed the heavy, leather jacket and the olive-colored messenger bag and left the room.

Now, they were alone… and the world around them was quiet. He rubbed the boy's shoulder, softly nudging him to wake, while adding a soft "Reid, it's time to go home, man…"

The young doctor didn't budge or awaken; he was too sleepy to care anymore.

Derek knew that this called for desperate measures; he had to do what he had to do to get Reid home and into his own bed for the night. Swiftly, he picked the lanky Boy Genius up in his arms and fireman's-carried him into the elevator.

Not once did the younger man stir as they travelled down to the ground floor, but Derek knew that Reid could sleep deeply, if he was tired enough… he had seen him do it after a case once before.

As he drove the young doctor to his apartment, Derek glanced over at him every-so often, to make sure he was breathing and such.

Occasionally, at red lights, he would reach over and brush a loose curl of hair away from the younger man's face, making sure to touch his soft, pale cheek in the process. He loved the feel of Reid's skin, and he wanted more… as soon as humanly possible. When they finally reached Reid's place, Derek parked his SUV out-front and pull his keys from the ignition, noticing that the young doctor hadn't stirred at all.

After closing his own car door, the senior special agent moved swiftly to the passenger side door, opening it slowly to make sure the younger man didn't get injured. He slowly unbuckled the boy genius and gently put him over his shoulder again, but not before finding Reid's apartment keys. As they walked to the entrance, Derek cursed silently to himself seeing that the front door had an electronic keypad. That meant one thing: he had to wake up Reid.

"Reid…" He softly stated, jostling the younger man in his arms. "Reid, wake up…"

"No…" the boy genius whined, still asleep from what Morgan could tell.

"Come on, Spencer… you have to… gotta get you home…"

"No go home…"

"Yep, we're here, pretty boy… and, I need your key code…"

"Bert-day…" the younger man mumbled sleepily.

And, with that, Derek poked the number buttons for Reid's birthday, but to no avail, it didn't work. Taking a deep breath, he tried the code again… nevertheless, there was still nothing. He didn't want to wake Reid up again… he had almost lost hope, when out of nowhere, he was hit with a sudden epiphany: 'What if he meant my birthday?'Quickly, he punched in his own birth-date, as he was ready to try anything.

Unexpectedly, he heard the front door buzz to life and unlock. 'His door code is my birthday…' Derek thought to himself with a smile. 'I don't know whether to be shocked or flattered… maybe, I should be both…'

Carrying the young man through the door, he found his way to the staircase, knowing Reid lived on the top floor… thankfully, the building only had four floors.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan started his trek upstairs with Reid, still over his shoulder, fireman's carry-style… he couldn't believe that he was going to carry the younger man all the way up…

To Be Continued...

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