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A/N: This is the last little piece. Forewarning: Hotch/OFC mentioned…Supposed to be an epilogue, but it's more of a random end chapter.


Fourteen Months Later

Reid walked up to his apartment door, a small smile creeping up onto his face. As the doorbell rang once more, Reid unlocked the door, laughing slightly as he opened it.

"You could be more patient, you know," he teasingly chastised, grinning. Morgan just rolled his eyes, putting his arm around Reid's shoulders and leading him out of the apartment.

"That coming from the kid who gets twitchy if he has to wait for me to make popcorn before watching a movie?" Reid batted Morgan's arm away, giving him a mock glare.

"You take, like, ten minutes to make popcorn!"

"Whatever. Come on, if we don't hurry to Hotch's, all the snacks will be gone before we get there."

They walked down the stairs of the apartment, occasionally stopping for a kiss, before walking out of the lobby, and into the parking lot.

"Let's take my car," Reid suggested, heading towards the old Volvo. Morgan shook his head, letting out a sigh.

"That's a traffic accident waiting to happen," Morgan muttered, but he got into the passenger seat anyway. Reid started the car, smiling as the engine started.

"Derek, I've had this car for years, and it hasn't failed me yet. Not to mention, I'm a good driver." Reid ignored Morgan's snort as he pulled out of the parking lot. "Most traffic accidents aren't caused by car malfunctions, but by driver errors."

"I'm sure you have the exact numbers for that."

"I do, but let's stop talking about that. Any word as to why Hotch is having a barbeque?"

"Nope. Probably something to do with his hot girlfriend"

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just call Ashley hot."

"Whatever. I'm just saying, it's been almost a year. He really ought to get that girl a ring."

Reid frowned, but kept his eyes on the road. "It's been a year, exactly, I think. And it's been longer for us," he observed, raising an eyebrow. Morgan blinked in surprise.

"Well, yeah…are you say-"

"No, I'm just saying you shouldn't put pressure on Hotch to marry Ashley. You know how hard his divorce with Haley was. Give him some time."

They were quiet for the rest of the ride, pulling up along the curb, as the driveway was fully occupied. The two got out of the car, smiling as they approached the others. Hotch stood in front of the grill, a dark-haired woman in her late-thirties standing next to him, smiling. Rossi was leaning against the wooden railing, a glass of beer in hand. Prentiss, JJ and Garcia were on the lawn with Jack, talking to Haley while holding various colored smoothies. As Morgan and Reid walked up, the girls turned, grinning at them.

"Well, hello there, my beautiful men," Garcia greeted, walking up and giving them both a hug. "Mmmm, someone smells good, what kind of cologne are you wearing?" Garcia asked as she let go of Reid. Reid smiled and blushed at the complement, unconsciously stepping closer to Morgan.

"Ummm…I don't know, it was Morgan's," Reid muttered. The other girls laughed, and Rossi walked up, slapping Reid on the shoulder.

"Hey, kid, how are you? You were practically falling asleep at the office today."

"Good. I was just tired. Coffee machine was broken."

The small group continued with the amiable, light conversation, laughing, smiling. Whatever tension or strain that had existed in the past year was no longer present. As the next two hours passed, Jack and Haley left, the light died down, and the rest of the party retired to the lawn furniture, eating steak and burgers. Hotch and Ashley sat on the outdoor couch, comfortable in their closeness. The girls had take various lawn chairs from the lawn and set them on the porch. Rossi was in a wicker chair, smiling, and a little drunk. Reid and Morgan had curled up on the swinging couch, curled up against one another. After a while of slow, comfortable conversation, Morgan asked the question everyone was dying to have answered.

"Alright, Hotch. Why'd you bring us all out here?"

"Well, I enjoy your company," Hotch joked dryly, taking a drink of his beer. Ashley rolled her eyes, smacking Hotch on the arm.

"Just tell them, Aaron," she laughed, grinning at Hotch. He smiled, something the team had noticed him doing a lot more often lately.

"Alright." Hotch looked back at the team. "Me and Ashley are getting engaged."

Garcia let out a squeal of delight, and immediately got up, running over to hug both Hotch and Ashley.

"It's about time, you two love birds!" Garcia pulled back, looking abashed by the stern look Hotch gave her. "I mean, um, about time sir." Everyone laughed, even Hotch. Garcia grinned brightly, before asking, "When's the wedding?"

"We're not sure yet. We're going to wait, maybe a year," Ashley answered, leaning against Hotch and smiling.

Morgan leaned over to Reid, whispering into his ear, "I told you, Pretty Boy."

Reid rolled his eyes. "You've been waiting to say that since you saw her ring, haven't you," Reid asked, raising his eyebrows as he glanced over at Morgan.


Later, after Reid and Morgan had said their congratulations to Hotch and Ashley, headed out to their car. Reid got in, a contemplative look on his face. Morgan caught it, and as Reid started back towards his apartment, he put a hand on Reid's shoulder, concern in his eyes. "Everything okay?" he asked gently.

"Hmm? Oh, um, yeah. Everything's okay," Reid answered, glancing over and smiling before returning his eyes to the road. He pulled into the parking lot of his apartment a few minutes later, turning off the ignition. He clicked off his seat belt and got out of the car. Morgan followed him out of the car, and they walked up into the building, going up one flight of stairs to get to Reid's apartment. As Reid pulled his keys out of his pocket, Morgan pushed strands of his hair away from the back of his neck, tenderly kissing the skin there.

"You know I would marry you in a heartbeat if I could," Morgan whispered against the back of Reid's neck. Reid paused before pushing the key into the lock and opening the door. He walked in, Morgan following closely, and he turned and closed the door behind them once they were inside. Putting his arms around Morgan's neck, moving so their faces were close, their lips touching.

"I know that. D.C. allows gay marriage. Maybe when we've retired from the Bureau…"

"D.C? Pretty Boy, you know that once we've retired I'm taking you somewhere nice. Washington and California both-" Reid laughed against Morgan's lips.

"Okay, I get it, Derek. I love you too." Reid let go of Morgan, turned and walked the rest of the way into the tiny apartment, heading towards the adjoining kitchen.

"I'm going to get some wine out. You want some?" Reid asked, glancing over his shoulder at Morgan as the older man sat onto the threadbare couch.

"Sure," Morgan answered, looking around the small living room. There wasn't even enough room for a bookshelf, and Reid had left most of his books at Hotch's, and transferred the rest to Morgan's house. Whenever Morgan came over, he was half tempted to ask Reid to move back in with him, but promptly decided against him before asking. Reid came back with two glasses of red wine, a small box tucked under his arm, and a small smile on his lips. He handed one glass to Morgan before sitting down, and taking a sip off of his own glass.

"It's Cabernet Franc," Reid said, pulling out the box and opening it. "The guy at the store said it went well with milk chocolate."

Morgan couldn't help but grin, putting an arm around Reid's shoulders. "You getting all romantic on me, Pretty Boy?" Reid blushed, taking out a piece of chocolate, and taking a bite as he looked down at the floor.

"I…you usually do all of the romantic things. You take me out to dinner, rub my feet…stuff like that. You don't need to prove that you love me, but you still do. I want to show you that I love you too. I figured, you know, it's been a long week, we should have some wine, make out, go to bed, and in the morning we could head to your place." Morgan chuckled and took a piece of chocolate, taking a bite, watching as Reid took a slow sip of wine, licking his lips after he had swallowed. Morgan set his glass of wine down, pushing Reid's hair from his forehead, stroking a finger down his cheek.

"That sounds like a good plan." Morgan leaned over, kissing Reid on the lips. Reid responded eagerly, setting his glass of wine down, and weaving his arms around Morgan's neck, shifting to sit in Morgan's lap. A good three minutes later, after kissing, tasting, and light touches, Reid pulled back, a light blush spreading across his cheeks as he shifted out of Morgan's lap. As he moved, the pink in his cheeks turned to bright red.

"Pretty Boy…?" Morgan started, confusion and worry written on his face. Reid pulled his knees up to his chest, biting his lip.


"Everything okay?"

"Ummm…yeah. Everything's fine."

"You're blushing like a school girl."

Reid turned to Morgan, glaring at him, his face reddening further. "What happened to not comparing me to a girl?" he snapped.

"It's just an expression, Spencer. Now come on, talk to me. What just happened to make you turn red like that?" Reid shifted uncomfortably, turning his glare to the floor.

"I…just got a little too excited, that's all."



Morgan let out a sigh, putting his arm around Reid's shoulders. "Well, at least you didn't run and lock yourself in the bathroom this time."

"That only happened once!" Reid snuggled against Morgan, his lower lip stuck out in a pout. "You really don't need to make fun of me for it."

"I wasn't. I'm just saying that, maybe you're not dealing with 'it' in the right way."

Reid's blush, which had receded slightly, returned in full force, but he looked up at Morgan, his brows coming together. "Well, maybe if you weren't so reluctant to touch me-"

"You know that's not what it's about. I just don't want to rush it this time."

"We've been dating for over a year. At this point, I don't think anyone would accuse you of rushing things."

Morgan's eyebrows went up in a mixture of surprise and confusion. "Spence, are you suggesting-"

Reid leaned in for a kiss to quiet Morgan, a shy smile on his lips. "Yes. I think you've proved that you're willing to wait for me. At this point, I think I'm the one waiting, so if you're comfortable with it, I think we should-" Reid was silenced by Morgan's mouth, and was lifted off of the couch, and then carried to the bedroom.



Reid managed a small noise of acknowledgement, rolling his head to the side to look at Morgan with a small smile and half-closed eyes. "That's one way of putting it."

"I didn't know you got so…loud."


"Don't apologize." Morgan chuckled, and kissed Reid's forehead, before getting up. He went into the bathroom, cleaning himself up before grabbing a wet washrag and taking it into the other room. He then went to the bedroom, and carefully wiped the washcloth across Reid's body, before tossing it into the hamper and settling next to Reid on the bed. Reid curled up against him, pressing his lips to Morgan's neck. Suddenly the phone rang, and Reid groaned, rolling over and grabbing it off of the nightstand.

"God, this had better not be a case…" Reid muttered before putting the phone to his ear. "Hello…? Hotch…what do you want?" Reid sounded annoyed, and Morgan resisted the urge to chuckle. "No, everything's fine. Just trying to enjoy my night off. You should try to do the same….okay, mom, see you on Monday." Reid hung up the phone, rolling back over to snuggle against Morgan once more. "When I first moved in here, I understood him calling and checking up on me…but I think it's about time he stops. God, it's the middle of the night and he's calling to make sure I got home okay…" Reid yawned, and when it looked like he was going to continue his rant, Morgan kissed him quickly to quiet him.

"I know, Pretty Boy. He just worries about you, that's all."

"He should stop worrying…" Another yawn, and Morgan laughed slightly.

"Okay, enough talking, it's late, and you need to get some sleep." Reid murmured sleepily in response, nodding against Morgan's chest.

"Mmm…okay. Night, love you."

"Love you too."



A/N: Okay, yes, it's over now. No more, sorry. Kind of a lame way to end it. Oh well. I will be writing other stories, as soon as I get past my Writer's Block.