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I'll Be Yours (Hotch/Reid/Morgan)
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Complete, First published Dec 11, 2015
Mature
Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid find themselves arguing about so many things that it actually leads them to break up.
Morgan is still in love with Reid but Reid has moved on and is now with Hotch. 
Morgan won't rest until he has Reid back, but will his efforts be in vein? Does Hotch have Reid so hooked that there's nothing more for Morgan and Reid?
What does Hotch have that Morgan doesn't?
All this is revealed on a case that they take.
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29 parts Complete Mature

"Why didn't you wait for backup?" He yelled. "I didn't want him to get away." I said, walking further into the room. "You disobeyed my direct order." He said, still yelling. "Would you have rather me let him get away?" I said, getting louder. Not quite as loud as him. "You could have been shot." He said, still yelling. He took a step closer to me. "I know." "You could have been killed." He said, softer. "I know." I said, almost a whisper. "Your insubordination could have ended in death Catherine." He yelled inches away from my face. "I know." I said, getting louder. "I don't know how you could be so careless." He said, continuing to yell. "I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" He said, yelling. He put his thumb and middle finger on the bridge of his nose. "Hotch, I-" his lips came crashing onto mine.