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Jordan headed to the bull pen and spotted Reid working at his desk. The boy was sitting hunched up with his chin in his hand, squinting at his computer screen. Jordan didn't know him very well, but it was easy to see that he was suffering from some sort of emotional disquiet. She slipped along the row of desks and leaned against the one next to his, positioned so that he could acknowledge her when he was ready, without intruding on his thoughts. She smiled when he raised his eyes to hers.
"Hey, Reid-you ok?"
Reid stared at her and bit back a sharp answer. Even though he didn't really blame her for what had happened with Morgan, the sight of her brought back bad memories, and he preferred not to be in her presence.
"I'm fine, thanks."
Jordan nodded, and pursed her lips for a moment. "Well-I was wondering if we could have a word together. In private."
Reid straightened and turned to face her. "What's this all about?"
"I'd really rather talk in my office, if you don't mind."
"I see. Well-all right." Reid logged off of his computer and stood up. He gestured for her to lead the way, then followed, puzzled and slightly apprehensive. He couldn't imagine what the woman wanted with him, but if it had anything to do with Morgan, he wasn't confident that he would be capable of keeping his emotions in check.
Once in her office, Jordan closed the door behind them and patted one of her guest chairs. She took a seat next to Reid and they were both quiet for a moment. Finally, Jordan took a deep breath and began.
"Oh, boy. This is going to be a little awkward." Jordan gave Reid a sideways look, trying to gauge his mood. Reid's face was completely blank, and he was clearly not going to say anything to help her ease the tension. She decided to plunge right in. "Back in Oklahoma-I know that you know that Morgan and I... ended up in his hotel room together."
Reid continued to stare impassively. "So?"
"Ok. Look, I'm just going to lay the cards on the table-I now know about you and Morgan being in a relationship."
Reid raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Jordan continued.
"Morgan told me. Just a few minutes ago. When he came to apologize to me."
"Apologize. For what?"
Suddenly, Jordan felt a hot prickle of tears in her eyes. "Oh, wow-this is all so bad. Everything's a huge mess, and it's all my fault."
Reid frowned. "How is it your fault? Morgan's the one who-"
"No, Spencer-may I call you Spencer?-no, he... he didn't do anything wrong. Not as far as what you're thinking, anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Spencer-Derek didn't ask me to sleep with him."
"Oh, please-I know he was flirting with you. Obviously, he didn't bother to put the brakes on this time. I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's unnecessary. Things are over between Morgan and me, and it's... probably for the best. Unfortunately." He said the last word softly, almost to himself.
"No! No, you don't understand! He not only didn't invite me up, he made it very clear to me that he didn't want my company. I just... didn't listen to him."
"I thought he was... I don't know, intimidated by me or something. I thought he just needed a little encouragement, and maybe I wanted to prove something to myself as well. Looking back on it, I don't even know what the hell I was thinking, but I went to the front desk and wangled a key to his room. I snuck in and... tried to seduce him."
Reid was staring at her, bewildered. "You snuck in?" Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and his mouth tugged into a cynical grin. "You're serious. You expect me to believe this?"
Jordan nodded. "It's the truth. I have nothing to gain by lying to you. I'm just trying to repair the mistake I made."
Reid shook his head and gave a short laugh. "Ok. Well, this is entertaining, if nothing else. Keep going-so, you got a key and let yourself in. Then what?"
"I went in and tried to wake him, but he was passed out cold, and didn't even notice when I, uh, got in bed with him." Jordan was looking steadily more sheepish as her story went on.
"Wait-you're saying you barged into his room and crawled into his bed and he didn't even wake up? Jordan, that's absurd-even if he was drunk, he'd-"
"He'd knocked himself out with a couple of sleeping pills on top of the booze. He was practically in a coma."
At first, Reid seemed not to understand what Jordan had said and seemed determined to continue his repudiation of her story, but he suddenly paused and a look of horror crept over his face. He remembered seeing those pills in Morgan's travel bag-but, he'd never seen Morgan use them. Could he have? Reid knew Morgan's fear of insomnia... He squirmed around in his chair to look Jordan in the eye, gesturing in agitation.
"He told you he took pills? After consuming enough booze for his blood alcohol content to be at least 0.2%? Or worse?Oh, my God-he could have done some serious damage to himself, he knows better than that! I've lectured him on this, I've quoted statistics, he knows the danger! He swore he'd never-why would he do that?"
"I don't know! All I know is, he barely came to enough to... to say your name."
"Yeah. He thought I was you. And, the minute he realized that I wasn't, he kicked me out. He was really rude about it, and, well-that's why he apologized. It was while we were talking it over that he remembered about the pills." Jordan looked earnestly into Reid's eyes. "He's so torn up about all this, Spencer, it's killing him. And, I'm so, so sorry. I never should have done it, going in there like that, but I'd been drinking myself, and-"
Reid clamped a hand over his mouth and turned a dark gaze in her direction. As he slowly lowered his hand, he felt anger and disgust rising in his throat. "So, you... violated him. His trust, as well as his body. How could you do something so stupid! So... irresponsible? Do you understand what you did to him? To us? I... Damn it. You had no right... You had no right." Reid's hand had turned into a fist and he slammed it down on the arm of the chair.
The tears that had been lurking behind Jordan's eyes suddenly burst free. She turned away and tried to control her emotions, but Reid heard a small sob. He sat silently, feeling the anger wash through him, on top of each of the other powerful emotions fighting for his attention. For a long time, there was no sound in the room other than Jordan's muffled sniffles, and Reid's leg nervously shaking against the chair leg. Finally, he spoke.
"Ok... Ok. Jordan-thank you for telling me this. I know it must have been difficult for you." His voice was gravelly and he didn't meet her eyes when she turned back to look at him with a sorrowful expression.
"I don't blame you for being angry with me. I did a stupid thing, and I'm so sorry. I had no idea, I thought-I thought Derek was into me. I mean, he led me on, he admits it, but still... It all seems so idiotic now, but at the time-there's no excuse for what I did, I know that. But, I'm trying to make it right. You have to talk to Derek. You have to get back together with him. Right?"
Reid shrugged. "I... don't know. Nothing makes sense right now. I'll have to think about it." He stood up and walked to the door, then turned back. "It was good of you to tell me. I appreciate it." Then, he walked out and closed the door behind him. He yanked it just a little too hard and it made a very satisfying slam. He stood in the hallway, looking first toward the bull pen, then toward Hotch's office. It took him a moment, but he made his decision and strode off.
Jordan reached for a tissue and blew her nose. She wished JJ would hurry up and come back from having that damn baby.
Reid stopped in front of Hotch's open office door and knocked. Hotch looked up.
"Have a minute?"
Reid came in, closed the door, and sat down. Hotch could see he was upset; he closed the file folder he was working on and put down his pen. "Are you all right?"
Reid shook his head. "No. I'm not."
Hotch's expression softened. "'What's wrong?"
"I just-I don't know what to do."
Reid chewed his lip for a moment, trying to form a coherent sentence. "What would you do if... you found out you were very wrong about something? Something that had caused you to-end a relationship that was really important to you? How would you... put things back together?"
Hotch smiled slightly. "I imagine I'd do the same thing that needs to be done any time two people in a relationship face a challenge. I'd talk. And, I'd listen. If both parties are willing to try, it'll probably work out. A strong relationship can withstand a lot."
Reid glanced out the window, then looked Hotch in the eye. "Do you think that, under such circumstances, a broken heart could heal without scarring?"
Hotch dropped his gaze downward and sighed. He tried to imagine what would happen if Haley walked in the door at that very moment and said she didn't want a divorce after all. He looked back at Reid and saw the confusion and sorrow in his eyes, and for a moment, he had no words. Then, out of nowhere, something came to him and he said gently, "I don't know. I doubt it. But, a scar just tells you where you've been. It doesn't dictate where you're going."
Reid pondered the thought and after a moment, a small smile came to his face and he nodded again. "You know, that makes sense, that helps. Ok. Thank you." He stood up and walked to the door. Then, he turned and glanced back at his supervisor. "Oh, and, uh-thanks for not asking any questions."
"You knew I wouldn't."
"Yeah." He raised a hand in farewell and left. Hotch picked up the report he was working on and pursed his lips.
Morgan has exactly twelve hours to put the light back into that boy's eyes, or he's going to have more paperwork come across his desk than he's ever seen in his life...
Hotch put the report back on the pile. Just in case.
Reid spotted Morgan in Rossi's office. He tapped at the open door, and Rossi greeted him.
"Reid. Come in."
"Hi, Dave-am I interrupting?"
"No, not at all. Morgan and I were just discussing the new player for the Mets. Morgan doesn't like him. He seems to think someone... made a foolish decision."
Reid raised an eyebrow at Morgan. "Well-he'd know a thing or two about that."
Morgan had been silently standing aside, wishing Reid would look at him. When he did, there was something in the kid's face that made his heart leap. He smiled; Jordan must have had a good talk with him.
"Yeah, kid-I sure do."
Rossi looked from one to the other, frowning. "Do you boys need to talk? I'm going for a cup of coffee-feel free to use my office."
Morgan looked hopefully at Reid, who nodded. "Thanks, Dave."
Rossi smiled to himself. He had no clue as to what was going on, but it was the first time the two men had spoken directly to each other about anything other than a case in over two weeks and if they needed a quiet place to smooth things over, he was happy to provide it. He left and closed the door behind himself.
Morgan moved to stand in front of Reid. "I-"
Reid's eyes flashed. "You're an idiot."
Morgan started to say something, then thought better of it. He nodded. "I know."
"How could you risk your life like that? Mixing drugs and alcohol-you could have died!"
"I know. But-"
"Derek, if anything had happened to you-I don't even want to think about it."
Morgan gave him a wry smile. "I know that feeling."
"I want you to dispose of those pills."
"And, we have to tell the rest of the team about us. This whole disaster is a result of deceit and deception."
"Ok. We'll tell them today."
Reid crossed his arms. "And, I don't want you flirting with anyone else ever again, under any circumstances."
Morgan frowned thoughtfully. "What about Garcia?"
"Garcia doesn't count."
"And... I think you better kiss me, now."
The relief and happiness flooding Morgan's soul made it hard for him to speak. Finally, he choked out, "Ok. I can do that." Morgan took Reid's face in his hands and continued, "I want to do that..." For a moment, Reid could tell he was searching the planes of his face, examining his expression, analyzing the set of his jaw, the curl of his lips. Morgan was looking for something, something he had lost, and he found it in Reid's eyes. He pulled the boy tightly into his arms.
"I need to do that, but first, I have to tell you something, I have to tell you how sorry I am, and how much I-" Reid silenced him, kissing him first softly, then deeply, and then he fit himself against Morgan's taut body and kissed him as if he were a man back from the dead.
After the initial wave of heat and pain and joy had passed, they pulled back enough to look into each other's eyes.
"I'm just so sorry I put you through all of this," Morgan whispered.
Reid hugged him and spoke softly. "I'm to blame, too. I just couldn't understand it. That should have told me that there was more to the story than appeared on the surface. I'm so sorry, Derek. I should have looked closer. I should have trusted you."
Morgan shook his head adamantly. "No, I don't blame you one bit. You've always been a man of science-and, the known facts just didn't support any other conclusion. Believe me, I know."
Reid grinned. "That is... where faith comes in. I should have had more faith."
They stood soaking each other up for a moment, then Morgan slipped an arm around Reid's shoulders. "So... shall we go tell the team we're more than just friends?"
"Yeah... I kind of suspect a few people already know, don't you?"
"Yep. Did you know Garcia fantasizes about what we do in bed?"
Reid stopped short of the door. "She does? Oh, God... What does she think we do?"
"Lots more exotic stuff than we've ever even thought about. Bullwhips. Leather. Stuff like that."
"Huh." Reid opened the door and stepped backwards into the hall, keeping an intent gaze on Morgan. "What else?"
"Whipped cream. Peanut butter."
Reid paused and cast a lascivious smirk at Morgan. "Think Hotch would let us off early tonight?"
"I don't know about the leather and bullwhips, but I think we need to go to the grocery store. Last time I stayed at your place, I noticed that you were low on peanut butter, and completely out of whipped cream. Tonight-we're going to need a lot of both!"
Dave Rossi nearly dropped his coffee cup.