Title: What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas Maybe
By: LoraLee2
Pairing: JJ/Reid
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers, I do not own any CM characters, I'm just borrowing them and will return them in the same condition as I found them.
Storyline Rules: There will be het smut, there may be violence, mention of drugs and sex crimes -- this is Criminal Minds. There may be mild sideline slash, but it will not involve any CM characters. All CM characters will remain true to character as I see them. All pairings will be introduced as they could naturally occur. This may be fantasy, but I will try my best to make sure anything presented as fact is accurate.
Summary: Reid stays in Vegas after a case to visit his mother and Morgan invites himself, JJ and Emily along for the ride.

***

Reid watched as the unsub was led from the interrogation room. Gideon had gotten a full confession from him and he wouldn't see the light of day for a long time, maybe, hopefully, never. It was Friday afternoon, the case was over and it was time for the team to head home, but they were in Nevada, only a half hour's drive from Vegas and it had been on his mind since they'd arrived.

He walked over to Gideon as he left the interrogation room, "It's Friday," he started. Gideon looked at him oddly, not the way Reid usually started a conversation. "I was wondering if you'd mind if I stayed behind for the weekend? I'll get you my reports before you leave, but I'd kind of like to head over to Vegas."

Morgan walked up behind Reid, overhearing, joked, "planning to hit the casinos, Reid?'

"Actually, I am, Morgan. I was planning to hit Atlantic City next month, but I'd like to see Mom, too, it's been a while."

"Let me talk to Hotch, but I don't see why not."

"So, where're we staying, Reid?"

"Huh?"

"Hey, you don't think you're spending the weekend in Vegas without me, do you?"

Gideon just laughed, "if you're both staying, you should invite JJ and Prentiss, too." He starts to walk away, "Oh, and Morgan, you started this, you're responsible for getting souvenirs for Garcia."

Reid took a moment to wonder what just happened before accepting the inevitable and starting his paperwork. He was going to need every second, after all he might be able to read faster than the rest of the team, but he didn't write or type any faster. Morgan wandered off to find the girls and issue invitations.

***

Reid gave directions as Morgan drove. JJ and Emily sit in the back talking excitedly. They had rented a nice sedan, and were almost to the hotel.

"So, what kind of rooms did you get us?"

"Pretty good rooms actually, connecting doubles, minibar, safes to put our weapons in, high floor near the elevator."

Emily asked, "High floor? Isn't that going to be more expensive?"

Reid rubbed the back of his neck, "Not really, the concierge thinks I'm a high roller. The hotel comps half the room rate."

Morgan laughs, "You? A high roller? How'd you get them to think that?"

"It's just a little misunderstanding from the first time I stayed there. I asked for a room with a safe so I could lock my gun up. To them safe means rich, rich means high roller, high rollers get perks. As long as they see you dropping cash, they keep providing the perks."

"You drop cash? I'd like to see that."

"Morgan, I go to Vegas to make money. That's it, this isn't a vacation, this is how I pay for Mom's hospital. Sunday morning I'll be checking out with thirty thousand after taxes and dropping it off at Bennington. Full-time long-term care doesn't come cheap, and if I have to toss around some big tips, and pretend I'm rich, that's what I'll do."

"Okay. Fair enough. But thirty grand still doesn't sound like enough to be a high roller, I mean this is Vegas, millionaires play here." Reid doesn't respond. "Come on, Buddy, spill. There's something else isn't there? You know I'll find out."

"Don't worry about it."

From the back, "Now, I'm curious, what is it Spence?"

"It's nothing JJ. Don't worry about it."

"Come on, spill, man. I'm a profiler, I'll figure it out."

"Fine, the concierge thinks I'm cute. I flirt."

"You don't even know how to flirt." Morgan looks at him, sees the increasing blush, "You're serious. You flirt to get a better room rate?"

"Hey, I save a hundred and fifty bucks a night. Besides, look whose talking, you flirt all the time. When's the last time you paid for your coffee at Starbucks?"

From Emily, "He's got you there. I don't think I've ever seen you pay for coffee."

"Okay, okay, you win. So, is she cute, what's her name?" No response. "Reid, what's her name?" Looks over, "Can you get any redder? What is it? Is she a dog or something? Oh, she's a dog. Come on, what's her name?"

"Reid, you might as well tell him, we'll meet her in ten minutes anyway."

"Yeah, come on, Spence, we're gonna find out one way or another. You like her, too, is that the problem?"

"No. No, I do not like -- no, that's not the problem."

"Then what is it? Reid, Man, if you turn any redder your head's gonna explode, just spill it. What is this lady's name?"

"Jose. Okay, Jose," he was practically shouting, "are you happy? His name is Jose. He's gay. I'm not. And I don't want to hear about it."

This was met by stunned silence, followed by hysterical laughter from three of the car's four occupants.

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Morgan and Reid's hotel room:

Morgan is changing in the main room, while Reid is in the bathroom, the door is mostly closed, but not all the way, allowing them to talk while changing. Neither being comfortable with the thought of seeing the other naked, Reid out of shyness, Morgan because of his history of abuse. Morgan is wearing tight black jeans and buttoning a royal blue dress shirt, Reid has gray slacks, with his gray sweater vest and a light blue shirt.

"Reid, I am impressed, you worked that boy like a pro. Where'd you learn that?"

"Watching you at Starbucks, where else?"

"So, if you can flirt like that, why are you still a virgin?"

Reid came out adjusting his tie, "You know, Morgan, you always say that, what makes you so sure?"

"Because, Dear Dr. Reid, one, you have never denied it; two, you blush any time you even look at a girl; three, the only date you've ever gone on was with JJ, and she'd have ripped your balls off if you got fresh with her. So, you gonna tell me I'm wrong?"

"No, but you don't have to keep harping on it. Why does it bug you so much?"

"I don't know. I just don't get it, how do you get to be your age without hooking up even once? It's just not healthy."

"I don't see how having sex just for the sake of having sex is healthy. Not to mention with all the STDs out there why take the risk if it's not going to last, if it's not going to mean anything?"

"So, you don't care if you ever get laid?"

"No, I care. In fact, I think I care too much." He looked at the door connecting the two hotel rooms, "I just wish it was mutual."

"You know she doesn't see you like that."

"I know. But I can't help it. I've wanted her from the moment I first laid eyes on her."

"It's been five years, Man, you gotta move on."

"I will. But what's the rush?"

"There's more isn't there?"

"You know what the first thought that ran through my head when Hankle pointed that gun at my head was?"

"I'm gonna die?" Morgan responded cautiously. Reid never talked about Hankle.

"Close. I'm gonna die and I never got to kiss JJ."

"Wow."

"Yeah, but she's not interested, she doesn't know how I feel and never will, and I'm going to move on, just not yet."

"You know, Reid, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, maybe you should give it a try. After all, if you can flirt with Jose, you should be able to flirt with JJ."

"And if she looks at me like I've grown two heads?"

"You laugh it off and make like you're just playing high roller. No harm, no foul. This might be the best chance you're ever gonna get."

"I --" Reid never did decide what to say to that, because he was interrupted by a knock on the connecting door. It opened a crack and he heard Emily's voice, "you guys decent?"

Morgan relied, "Yeah, come on in."

The door opened, and Emily and JJ walked in. They were wearing jeans and fancy blouses, JJ in green, Emily in blue. Fortunately their ready bags had to have a variety of clothing packed to cover almost any situation.

Morgan whistles at the ladies, "Foxy mamas, you ready for dinner? Mr. High Roller here's buying. He's gotta keep up his image." He winked at Reid, and hooked Emily's hand in the crook of his arm, leading her towards the door.

Reid picked up the silent message and held his hand out to JJ, bowed slightly and pulled out his best old English "Will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner, my fair lady?" Morgan was right, he might not be suave or debonair, he might not be built like a Greek god, but he had the perfect excuse to be charming, flirtatious and even openly affectionate towards JJ, by the end of the night she was either going to see him as a man or he was going to know it truly was time to move on.

***

"I can't believe you spent that much on dinner, Spence."

"Don't worry about it, JJ," he took her hand from where it rested on the table and kissed her fingers, "Monday, it's back to McDonald's, for now let's just have fun."

Morgan and Emily laughed. Morgan grabbed Emily's hand and saying, "Let's dance." Morgan pulled Emily into his arms as they stepped onto the dance floor.

"You are trying to set those two up."

"Yes, I am. Now, dance, so they can have a little time to themselves."

"Does Reid know?"

"Sure does. Think JJ'll go for it?"

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Reid looked down, he was still holding JJ's hand, normally he would have pulled back and apologized profusely, probably knocked something off the table, but not tonight, the pretense Morgan had set for him, the escape clause, gave him the confidence to do what he never thought he could. He stood up, looked at JJ and asked her to dance.

"You seem different tonight."

"I do?"

"Yeah, I don't know, more relaxed, more confident."

He smiled, "I haven't knocked anything over?"

She laughed, "That could be it." She put her head on his shoulder as they swayed to the music. "So, when do we hit the poker table?"

"You're not going to go hang out with Morgan and Emily?"

"No, I think I wanna watch you break the bank. It should be interesting to watch a pro at work."

"You sound like I do this for a living."

She looked at him, "You could couldn't you? You could live like this all the time, Easy Street, fancy hotels, steak dinners, fine wine, willing women; so why do you risk your life day in and day out for people you don't know, people you never would have met, you stare horror in the face every day?"

"What you're really asking is why didn't I quit after Hankle. I almost did. I tried to walk away, but this is in my blood now." He pulled her closer, took comfort from her softness, "Knowing what I know, having faced the monsters, seen the victims, been the victim, I can't walk away, I can't let them go unchallenged, I can't pretend I don't know what's happening out there, every day, every night, I have the power to stop them, not all of them," he made a soft noise, almost a chuckle, "hell, not even most of them, but I can make a dent. I can save the one. Sometimes that's enough. Sometimes that's all there is."

He allowed himself to lean his cheek against her hair, "You know the pictures in Gideon's office." He felt her nod. "Those are all people he's saved, not all of them, but the ones that struck home. He keeps one picture in his wallet, the first kid he saved. She sends the BAU a letter every year, he's kept every one of them, he let me read them. After that I started a photo album. A hundred pages. There's not that many photos in there yet, but when I think about quitting, I look at that, I look at the people that are alive because of me, because of what I do, and it makes me feel better. Then I look at the other pages, the blank pages. If I quit, I'd be letting those people down, the ones that don't need me yet, but will someday. I'm a lifer. It may be a long life, it may be short, but it's going to mean something." He laughed, "It's definitely going to mean more than calculating the odds of whether the next card is the ace or the two."

Feeling his laughter against her chest JJ suddenly realized just how closely she was snuggled into Reid's chest. Reid. Friend; coworker; genius; klutz; and if Morgan was right, virgin. Not the kind of guy she could just fool around with tonight and then see in the office tomorrow like nothing had happened. Not the kind of guy who could really be interested in her, sure she was pretty, it was in her job description, she was smart enough, the FBI didn't take dummies, but he was a genius, he read Dostoyevsky, 15th Century English literature, what would they ever talk about? She picked up her head and slapped his chest playfully, "Let's go hit those tables. You're going to teach me how to gamble."

Reid silently cursed himself, why couldn't he shut his mouth off, for someone who was supposed to be a genius, he sure could be stupid sometimes. He'd scared her off, maybe sometime in the next thirty or forty years he could learn when to shut up. "Sure, let's start with the blackjack table."

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They started with the blackjack table; JJ was amused when Spence rolled up his sleeves as he approached the table. "I thought gamblers only did that in the movies."

"Depends on the stakes. The nickel tables, nobody cares, dime tables it's a good idea, but once you get past the quarter tables, you don't take any chances."

"Wait, nickels and dimes? I thought you were going for big money."

Reid laughed, "JJ, you can be so innocent sometimes. Five, ten and twenty-five dollar bets. We're going to start at the quarter table, ease you into it."

"Where do you usually start?"

"Fifty."

"Well, let's go. I don't wanna slow you down."

"You're sure? I don't want you betting more than you can afford to lose. People lose their shirts here."

"I have cash, when that runs out I'm done. I promise."

"Okay, as long as you can pay the rent when we get home."

"Don't worry about it, I'm a big girl."

He smiled, "Sure you don't want me to hold your credit cards while we're here?"

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He picked a table with two empty seats, an hour later he was up a thousand and JJ had gone bust. He'd offered to spot her, but she wouldn't take his money. She was also well on her way to getting a good buzz, she didn't have nearly as much problem putting a few drinks on his tab, it was a start. He sighed, this had been a lot more fun when she had been sitting by his side, now she that she wasn't playing it wasn't nearly as much fun, but he could feel her eyes on him, and that was a secret thrill he had never expected to feel. He decided he had enough seed money and it was time to get serious, poker. He collected his winnings and grabbed JJ's hand, dragging her off just as he saw the waitress approaching again to offer more alcohol.

As they approached the poker area he paused, this couldn't be much fun for her, standing around watching him play cards, maybe he should call Morgan, he and Emily could come get JJ and take her to a show or something. It was only nine o'clock, he usually played until one or two in the morning, sometimes three, it was going to be a really long night for her if she stuck with him. Not to mention if she kept downing 7 & Sevens the way she was, she was going to be falling down drunk by ten. The man in him wanted to take her to bed, not pour her into it. Sure, right now he could probably take her to his room and have his way with her, but he'd never be able to look at himself in the morning, and she would hate him forever. He asked her about calling Morgan and Emily, she told him she'd rather stay and watch him. He introduced himself to the table and settled in to make some serious money.

By midnight, he had driven three men bust and was up ten thousand, JJ was leaning against his side, she'd definitely had more to drink than she should have, but at least she was a sweet drunk, she was getting downright cuddly, she had one hand on his thigh and the other was rubbing his back in a very distracting way. He was torn between asking her to stop so he could concentrate on poker and begging her to continue in private when he saw the waitress approaching their table again.

Play stopped for a few moments while she took drink orders, when she got to him he ordered two diet Cokes. JJ looked at him and said, "Spence, I'm drinking Sevens." He looked into her eyes, much too aware of the others sitting at the table watching him, waiting for his reaction. He was the center of attention and for once in his life he didn't give a damn, he was going to make an ass of himself, and only one person's reaction mattered.

He turned JJ's face to him, said her name to make sure he had her full attention, she looked at him, blinked, not quite as aware as he would have liked but it would have to do. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her to him, took her mouth with his and kissed her for all he was worth. When he stopped she looked dazed, he smiled, guess he did it right. "JJ, I want you to have a soda."

"Huh?"

"I want you to have a soda, because you have a choice to make tonight"

"I do?"

"You do. I want to take you upstairs and make love to you until neither of us can stand up. Then I want to do it again. I want to know what you like, what makes you sigh, what makes you moan, what makes you scream. I want to hear you call my name out, over and over again. I want to touch every inch of your body, kiss every inch of your body, and I want you to touch me back."

He heard her breath speed up, that was good, felt her pulse race beneath his hand on her neck, that was better. "But the thing is, JJ, I don't want excuses in the morning, I don't want regrets. I don't want either of us waking up saying 'what did I do?' I want you stone cold sober when I make love to you. So, you have a decision to make, tonight, right now, is that what you want?"

He carressed her cheek, "I want you forever, but I'm greedy, I'll take tonight, what happens tomorrow is going to happen. It's your choice, if you say yes tonight and you want what happens in Vegas to stay in Vegas, then that's it, I'll never mention it again. If you want to stay up all night and talk I'm good with that, too, as long as you give me a chance. And if you want me to go to hell, then I swear I will never even look at you that way again."

He touched his lips to hers, "But I'm done waiting, JJ. I'm done wondering, watching, wishing. I'm laying my cards on the table tonight. If you want another drink, go ahead, and then you can have another, and I will take you upstairs make sure you get to bed safely, and then I'll turn around and walk out of the room. But if you want to give us a chance, then take the Coke, sit here with me until you're sober again, then come up to my room with me and let me take you to heaven."

"Why do you want me?"

"You think I'm going to say because you're beautiful; don't you?"

She looked down, but he wasn't letting her escape that easily. He lifted her face back to his, "You are. You know it, I know it, but that's not why I want you. I want you because you're fun to be with, you're funny, smart -- yes, smart. You are no dumb blond no matter how well you play the part. Do you think I don't see through that?"

He smiled at the amazed look on her face, "Every day I watch you corral reporters and cops, and make them do exactly what you want them to, and they never even realize they're being played. You stand up to Hotch, and you even win. You're strong, you're brave. You can't carry a tune in a bucket, but at Christmas you don't care, you sing Christmas carols like an angel. You read dime store romances when you think no one's looking. You have the biggest heart I've ever seen." He kissed her again, softly, gently, slowly, "Should I go on, or are you ready to order your drink yet?"

JJ looked into his beautiful hazel eyes, eyes that were clear, unclouded, unwavering and said, "Miss, I'd like a diet Coke, please."

***

It was two a.m., and he was up, in more ways than one. Apparently his not-so-private conversation with JJ had proven a distraction for the other men at his table. He had won the next several hands without any effort at all, it was two a.m. and he had almost forty thousand dollars sitting in front of him, and JJ sitting beside him. He'd had to call on all his FBI training and experience to keep his mind on the game, his other advantage was that being frustrated around JJ was nothing new for him, he'd spent the last five years thinking about making love to her, and even though she had as much as promised to spend the night with him she was drunk when she'd made the decision, so it was no more a sure thing than it had been when he first started to play. In fact, he was terrified she would change her mind as she sobered up, but she was still sitting with him, she was still sipping Diet Coke, and she still had one hand on his thigh and the other on his back, one higher, the other lower. He leaned over to kiss her as he placed his cards on the table, Royal flush, the pot was his. JJ's hand moved even higher on his thigh, yeah, he was definitely up.

He came up for air, "I think we're going to call it a night." Now, now, came the moment he'd been both anticipating and dreading since the moment JJ had ordered her Coke. The transition from sitting here, thinking about making love to JJ, and getting back to his room with her. She stood up with him as he rose from his seat. and this time she raised her lips to his. Transition, cash out, take the elevator upstairs, and down the hall to his room. He hoped Morgan found someplace to sleep tonight, because it was his turn to claim the room, and he didn't want to deal with kicking Morgan out. He would, but he really hoped he wouldn't have to, JJ might balk if she had to face Morgan before.

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JJ looked into Reid's eyes, as they entered the elevator, she'd never seen him look so intense before. She was worried, of course she was worried, she was about to make love to Reid. She was still hot from what he had said earlier. But she was still worried. She'd heard big talk before, followed by quick fumblings, and morning recriminations. This was Reid, he barely looked at women, when he did he blushed like a teenager, there was no way he'd done this before. She thought back to prom night, thirty seconds and it was over, they'd both been more embarrassed than anything. She didn't know what she'd do if that happened with Reid. Then he kissed her again and all rational thought fled from her mind. Where the hell had he learned to kiss like that? Maybe he wasn't a virgin, maybe this was going to be better than she thought. Maybe -- "JJ?"

"Yeah?"
"Before" he cleared his throat, "before we get to the room, I figured I'd better ask," he cleared his throat again, "do I -- do you -- do we need condoms? I -- I have them, I have them, but maid service unpacked our bags, I'm not sure where they put them. They're probably right in the nightstand drawer, but I need to find them before -- before we take this too far. I -- I don't want to risk you --"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

"You passed your last health check?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Tobias, the needles. Yeah, everything came back good. No HIV, no hepatitis, they checked for everything. I'm clean." He gulped air, "But I don't want you getting --"

"It's okay. I get the shots, no babies. And no diseases. We're good."

"Good." He took her mouth again, only to be interrupted by the doors opening. They stumbled out of the elevator, not wanting to break contact, not being able to walk straight while kissing, Reid broke contact long enough to fumble his key card out of his wallet and swipe the lock. He opened the door and they fell inside. He quickly looked to make sure Morgan wasn't in the room, and breathed a sigh of relief at finding the room empty.

For the first time in his life he pulled the do not disturb sign from the inside handle and stuck on the outside door handle and closed the door. Morgan was out of luck if he didn't find another place to sleep, not that Reid had any sympathy, he'd spent more than one night curled up like a pretzel in an SUV while his partner spent the night with some woman. Of course he didn't see the sign swing and fall to the floor.

He backed JJ across the room until he felt them bump into the bed. He stopped and pulled his lips from hers and ripped his sweater over his head. He felt himself losing control, fought with himself, 'You're not sixteen, you can do this without acting like an animal.' 'This is JJ, you have to be gentle.' His body warred with his mind, his body didn't care about gentle, his body didn't care about pride, his body wanted and wanted now.

He felt JJ undoing the buttons of his shirt as he fumbled with hers. He felt fabric rip but was beyond caring. He wanted. He needed. He was mostly unaware of shedding the rest of their clothes, he just knew they were naked, and JJ was clutching at him as much as he was pawing at her. He laid her down on the bed trying to be gentle, knowing he wasn't succeeding as well as he should. His body knew what he needed but his mind knew what she needed. He ripped his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, he closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to first one nipple then the other, he suckled, felt her harden in his mouth, heard her moan, cry out his name.

In the back of his mind, that part that wasn't all animal yet, he felt pride, he was pleasing his woman. He caressed his way down her body, hoping she was ready for him, praying he wasn't going to have to wait much longer, knowing he wasn't going to be able to make it at all if it wasn't soon. He brushed his hand over her hip, brushed the inside of her thigh, sweet Lord, she felt wonderful, so soft, so warm, he raised his hand, found her curls, and began to probe gently with his fingers, please let him find what he was looking for, Glory, yes, he did, she was wet, ready, and she cried out his name again as he pressed the small nubbin of flesh he found, he left her breast to claim her mouth again as he positioned himself over her.

He looked into her eyes as he entered her, quickly, unable to hold back a moment longer. He thrust once, twice, a third time and it was over. He collapsed upon her, panting, mindless, ashamed to have come so quickly, unable to regret a moment of it. He felt his senses begin to return and realized he was still hard. She was so soft and warm around him, so hot and tight, he wanted to die, he felt alive like never before, he began to move again.

He saw the surprise in her eyes, she had felt him arrive, she too had thought it was over, she smiled at him, a truly wicked smile if he had ever seen one, and began to stroke his back, she rubbed her legs against his as he drove into her repeatedly, she whispered love words in his ear, she cried his name again as she tightened around him as she came, driving him over the edge once more.

This time as he collapsed again, he felt satisfied, he had done well, he knew he wouldn't have to ask the question he had dreaded, 'How did I do?' A confident man doesn't have to ask, he knows when he's done a good job.

He rolled to the side not wanting to squash JJ, he wasn't a large man, but he was still a lot bigger than JJ. He lay on his side, smiling at JJ, stroking her side, he found his hand straying to her breasts time and time again. He looked at the clock it was three a.m., they really needed to get some sleep, but he couldn't bear the thought of closing his eyes, of not seeing her. JJ looked up at him, saw him looking at the clock, she smiled and murmured, "And I was afraid you'd be a minute man." She rolled into his chest and snuggled up to him.

Later, much later, they crawled under the covers to sleep.

***

Morgan looked at his watch as the elevator doors closed. He was still buzzed a bit from the beer and sex. A little aggravated at being kicked out of a nice warm bed at five in the morning, but he really couldn't blame her. After all he'd seen in this job he knew that actually sleeping, as in closing your eyes and falling asleep, really wasn't safe, but man, the walk of shame sure sucked. Right now all he wanted was a nice warm bed till lunchtime and then maybe he'd razz Reid a bit about how his evening with JJ had gone.

They'd seemed pretty cozy the last time he'd looked in on them. JJ had practically been sitting in his lap while he played poker; maybe they'd hooked up after all. Then it hit him, if Reid had brought JJ back to their room, then he didn't have a bed. Oh, this really sucked. Maybe they'd gone to JJ's room instead.

He chuckled at the thought of Prentiss having to find someplace to sleep. Not nice, but right now better her than him. Besides last time he'd seen her, she was getting pretty cozy herself with some dark-haired dude. He'd started to go over to introduce himself, but she'd waved him off. That should give him enough fuel to keep her on edge for a good week and a half. Sure, what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas, but that didn't mean he couldn't threaten to spill the beans all over, not that he would, but he lived to tease.

The elevator doors slid open and he looked at the doorknobs of the two rooms. He breathed a sigh of relief, the do-not-disturb sign was on JJ's door, not his. Ha, looked like it was Prentiss who was S.O.L. on the sleeping arrangements tonight. He slid his key card into the lock and opened the door. No need to turn on the light, he and Reid had been bunking together for five years, Reid always took the bed on the right, he took the bed on the left. The arrangement ensured there wouldn't ever be any mistakes after a midnight bathroom run. The last thing either of them wanted was to wake up to the other crawling into the wrong bed at three in the morning.

Morgan didn't even notice as he stepped over the ripped do-not-disturb sign on the floor. He crossed the room in the dark, felt under the pillow for the sweatpants he slept in, changed and slipped under the covers.

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Emily woke slowly, what was that noise? Again, louder, what --? There it was again, she started to sit, up felt a heavy weight across her stomach, oh, yeah, Vegas, Reid and JJ. Again. She and Boris had come up here at eleven, she'd been sound asleep when JJ and Reid had started round one. Not that she'd thought about it, but she wouldn't have pictured JJ as a screamer. During the day she was always so calm, controlled, she dealt with reporters and cops all day and never raised her voice. Apparently nighttime was a different story altogether. Emily looked at the clock, six a.m. maybe they'd be quick about it this time and she could get some more shut-eye before breakfast. She wasn't counting on it, though, not after the first two performances she'd been treated to.

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Morgan woke to the sounds of lovemaking. His first thought was "Way to go, Reid." He lay still as he listened to the sounds coming from the other side of the wall, JJ was a moaner. He smiled. He didn't know whether it would last or not, but at least his boy would have the chance to find out. Then he heard Reid's voice, a mere whisper, a whisper he wouldn't be able to hear through a wall. His eyes sprung open, the room was pitch black, he couldn't see a thing. Could he possibly sneak out of the room without them knowing he was there? No way, even if they didn't hear him, they'd see the light from the hallway when he opened the door. Besides he'd never find all his clothes, without them hearing him. Oh, man, this was just wrong. He was trapped. Under any other circumstances he'd think this was hilarious, but Reid was gonna kill him. Why the hell hadn't they put up the sign?

"Spence, what are you doing?" Reid could hear the smile in her voice. Good. He continued kissing his way down her body; he stopped to linger at her breast. He kissed and fondled, he loved JJ's breasts, but he only lingered a short time, he was after a different target this morning. He paused briefly to lick her belly button, he heard her gasp, ooh, she liked that did she? He tucked the knowledge away for later, hopefully he'd have forever to learn what she liked, but belly buttons were for later. He kissed his way lower, kissing, licking, he risked a graze of his teeth against her lower belly, was rewarded with another soft gasp.

He smiled as he gently nudged he legs apart, she resisted for a moment, shy, hesitant. He nipped her hip with his teeth, felt her tense, then relax, he stroked her hip with his hand, nudged her leg again, felt her begin to melt. Slowly he moved between her legs, kissing gently as he searched. He inhaled, not knowing what to expect, he felt himself begin to harden. He touched his mouth to her, gently tasted. He heard JJ call his name again. He licked, nuzzled, tasted, he heard JJ gasp again, she moaned, he enjoyed every moment, continuing until she cried his name out, once, twice, three times.

And he continued, he waited until he knew she was close again, he was aching; he was going to die if he didn't take her soon. Yes, take. That was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to demand satisfaction, his and hers. JJ was his this morning, maybe only this morning; he needed to stake his claim, here, now. He shifted position, he raised himself to his hands and knees, JJ was oblivious to his movements, her entire consciousness centered around the core of her being, her pleasure. He closed his eyes for a moment before moving again.

He brought her to the edge a fourth time, waited, heard the gasp that meant she was ready, one more lick and she'd come again. He knew he wouldn't last, but he also knew it wouldn't matter. She was ready for him, so ready. He licked, felt her start to come and surged upwards, he slid into her body felt her orgasm multiply. God, she was so tight. She screamed his name, coming as he thrust again; he ground his hips, driving her deeper into the abyss. He thrust again, and followed her over the edge. Never had anything felt so good.

He continued thrusting, hoping his erection would last again, but it wasn't to be this time. He lowered his body over hers, not putting his weight on her, but feeling the contact, the closeness. He kissed her face, felt dampness; he covered her face with kisses. He felt concern, did women cry when they --? He hadn't hurt her, had he? He'd rather die than hurt JJ. He continued to graze her face with his lips, offering comfort where he hoped none was needed.

"That" she panted, "was amazing." He smiled down at her as her words penetrated his brain. All he could bring himself to say in return was "Yeah." Hardly his most eloquent, but apparently it was enough since she giggled beneath him.

He rolled over pulling her with him and surprised her by settling her over him. After a moment she laid her head on his chest and allowed her legs to drape to either side of him. He sighed, he was in heaven. Making love with JJ was better than he'd ever dreamed, but this, cuddling, touching, stroking her back while she laid on him, this made him think that there was a chance. She wasn't pulling away, she wasn't getting up to go to her own room, she wasn't trying to distance herself from him. There was a chance that Monday morning she would still be his. There was a chance this could last. He sighed again; this was quite definitely the best moment of his entire life, pure heaven. He pulled the sheet over them and closed his eyes, thinking there could be nothing better than falling asleep with JJ wrapped around him.

JJ felt Spencer beginning to fall asleep beneath her, she didn't want to break the mood, but she needed to ask and it was easier in the dark where she could hide, "Spence?"

"Hmm?"

"Where'd you learn to do that?"

His chest shook under hers and she heard the response she'd heard him give so many times in so many situations, "I read a lot."

"Seriously, Spence, I need to know." She took a deep breath, "Was it Lila?"

"Lila? No, nothing happened with Lila."

"Elle told me she and Morgan saw you, you were kissing her."

"Kissing, JJ, that's all, just kissing."

"Then how --?"

"JJ, are you jealous?" He was amazed, could she be?

"No. Maybe. I don't know."

"You don't need to be. That's it; I've kissed Lila, and last night. That's my entire sexual history." He leaned his head up, kissed her forehead, stroked his hand down her back, "But I'm kind of hoping you'll make more with me."

"I think that can be arranged." She snuggled into his chest. "So, you read a lot, huh; what have you been reading?"

"You're going to make me confess, aren't you?"

JJ stilled, this was it, he had a 'confession,' she hoped she could live with it. She nodded her head against his chest.

"Okay. But you have to promise not to tell Morgan."

Across the room Morgan waited, 'this is going to be good,' he was still hoping the lovebirds would fall asleep before the sun came up.

Reid waited, "I'm serious, he'll never let me forget it if he finds out."

"I promise."

"You remember last year when you kept losing those trashy novels you're always reading?"

"They're not trashy."

"JJ, they're trashy. But that's not the point."

"Okay, go on."

"You'd lose them, then they'd turn up in your office, or the break room."

"Yeah, I found one in the fridge, I thought I was losing my mind."

"You weren't misplacing them. I was, um, borrowing them."

"You've been reading my romance novels? Why?"

"Well, I figured if I wanted to know what a woman's fantasies are, what better way than to read romantic fantasy written by women for women?"

"Women generic?"

"No, woman specific. You keep reading them, you must like them. I wanted to know what turned you on. I've dreamed about this night so many times. I never thought it would happen, but I wanted it to be perfect if it did. I wanted to make you want to come back for more."

"You know something, Spence?"

"What?"

"You're a damn good researcher."

He laughed and rolled over so she was beneath him again. She gave a little scream of surprise, "You think so?" He kissed her, "I could show you more of my research results."

"Again? You can't be ready again?"

"I wish. But just because I can't, doesn't mean you can't." He kissed the side of her facing, turning her head so he could bite her neck. The sun was starting to come thought the curtains and he could see her outline now. He began to nibble her shoulder, gave passing consideration to giving her a love bite, but decided against it, no matter how much he wanted to stamp his mark on her, hickeys were juvenile, they were adults. He was an adult. He closed his lips over her shoulder where it would never be seen.

JJ slapped the back of his shoulder, "Don't even think about it, Buster."

He lifted his head, smiling, "Just a little one?"

"Yeah, right. The last time I heard that was in tenth grade and I had to wear turtlenecks for the next two weeks."

"Come on, your shoulder, no turtlenecks."

"No way." She laughed, clearly not displeased by his persistence. He decided to change tactics, he lowered his head again, this time aiming for her earlobe, he nipped at her earring as she turned her head to allow him access expecting one of those small gasps he was coming to love, instead he heard a bloodcurdling scream as JJ spotted Morgan lying on the bed across the room.

Reid jumped from the bed to confront his partner as JJ scrambled for the covers. "What the hell are you doing?"

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In the next room Emily heard JJ's scream followed by Reid shouting, and her FBI instincts kicked into action. She raced for the room safe and pulled out her gun. As she pulled her side of the connecting door open, she hoped that the other side was unlocked as well, she could break down a door, but if she didn't get it the fist time, she'd lose the element of surprise. She had no idea what was happening on the other side of the door, but that last scream had not been an orgasm.

She twisted the knob and burst through the door, shouting, "FBI, freeze." She vaguely saw a shape standing in the center of the room, she saw shadowed arms shoot up to shoulder height, and heard three shouts of "don't shoot." She aimed at the figure in the center of the room and reached for the light switch next to the door. She flipped the switch and gasped in shock to see Reid standing naked in the middle of the room, hands next to his head, while JJ cringed under the covers on one bed and Morgan burst out laughing on the other. She stared at Reid, saw him blush, all over, completely all over. She tried to speak, tried again, finally spit out, "What the hell is going on?"

She spun around as she sensed someone coming up behind her. It was Boris, also stark naked, he looked at her and said in broken English, puzzled, "Why you have gun? Do we party in here now?"

"Party?!"

"He is naked, she is naked, I am naked, you have sexy nightgown, black man is very happy. This is American orgy party, yes?"

Morgan laughed so hard he fell off the bed.

"Nyet, nyet."

"This is not American orgy?" Good God, the man sounded so disappointed Emily almost felt sorry for him.

Reid cleared his throat, she spun back, gun raised, "Emily," his voice was pitched higher than she'd ever heard it, "can I please put my pants on?"

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Reid put his fork down and shook his hand. Again. Who knew Morgan's jaw was so hard? He looked over at his partner who was happily digging into Belgian waffles like there was no tomorrow, although Reid was pleased to note that Morgan's jaw was almost as swollen as his hand.

By the time he had managed to get his pants on security had shown up at the door, looking for explanations for the screaming and shouting. JJ had scooped up her clothes from the floor and dragged all the blankets from the bed into the bathroom with her and Emily managed to herd the Russian guy back into her room, before answering the door. Then had been the fun part of digging up I.D. badges and explaining that no, nobody was being raped, murdered or otherwise injured in any way. Emily's gun didn't help ease first impressions any either. Security had wound up searching both rooms, fortunately Boris had decided if there was no "American orgy party" he might as well get dressed, so he was decent when they opened the connecting door.

It had taken nearly an hour to make explanations and get rid of security. Morgan's explanation for being in the room made sense, especially when security had opened the door and they'd all seen the ripped do-not-disturb sign on the floor. Finally, Emily's gun had been locked back up in the room safe, everyone was dressed and security left. Reid had waited long enough to be sure security had left the floor, walked up to Morgan and decked him. All Morgan had done was ask him if he felt better.

Not yet. Later this might all be funny, like in thirty, forty years, right now he was pissed at Morgan and he intended to stay that way.

He flexed his fingers again and picked his fork up. Morgan put his fork down and said, "Reid, let me check your hand."

"Go to hell. They're not broken, just bruised."

"If you don't let me check them, I'm gonna drag your ass to the emergency room and make you get them x-rayed."

"Fine." He held out his hand, "But I'm hitting you again as soon as they feel better."

"Yeah, I figured as much. Make it a gut shot next time." Morgan took Reid's hand and manipulated a knuckle with his thumb.

"What?"

"No broken hand for you. No visible bruising for me. I'm not looking forward to explaining this to Hotch."

"All you had to do --."

"I know. I screwed up. It wasn't deliberate, Reid." Next knuckle, Reid winced. "JJ forgives me."

JJ was playing with her cell phone across the table. She smiled at Morgan as the flash went off, "Well, eventually, Morgan. But that doesn't mean I'm above a little revenge, or insurance." She turned the phone around to show a picture of Morgan holding a male hand, leaning over it; at first glance it looked like he was about to kiss it. "You mention anything you overheard, and I mean anything, and a couple hundred copies of this get posted around the office."

"You wouldn't."

"Tit for tat. You tell, I show. Only the four of us know you were there and it stays that way. I suggest you think up a nice bar fight for Hotch." She watched as Reid smiled for the first time since sunrise.

"Heads up, guys," this from Emily, "We got incoming."

"Dr. Reid, I understand there was a disturbance in your rooms this morning, I wanted to make sure everything was handled to your satisfaction."

Reid looked over his right shoulder, Jose, the concierge, was standing behind him, looking down at Morgan holding his hand 'shit' he thought. Morgan came to his rescue, "Just a little misunderstanding. It's all settled now." He turned on the charm, "Your security staff handled everything excellently. And we really appreciate the discretion of everyone involved. I'm sure you know how it is; law enforcement is just like the military 'don't ask, don't tell, and whatever happens don't get caught.'" Jose flushed a bit as Morgan flirted shamelessly with him, by the end of the conversation they had arranged a third room for 'JJ,' as well Jose's promise to find them four tickets to a show that night, something the ladies would like.

Once Jose left, Morgan released Reid's hand, "We cool yet, Man?"

Reid laughed and smiled back, "Better. But I wish somebody'd had a video camera."

"Oh, if JJ'd been taking video, you'd have been on your own, Bud. Now, we've all done something embarrassing, can we agree that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?"

Reid's good mood suddenly fell again, remembering that JJ hadn't said yet whether she would be willing to continue a relationship back in Virginia. He'd promised to leave the choice up to her, and he would, but it was going to kill him if she gave him the cold shoulder once they got home. Hope had been his sun for so long, he didn't know if he could survive without it.

"No, Morgan," he looked at JJ as she spoke, "Not everything that happens in Vegas stays here." She reached out and took his hand, looked into his eyes, "Some things follow you home and change everything."

"You mean it?"

"Yes."

Reid started to lean forward to kiss JJ when Morgan cleared his throat, "Jose is still around here somewhere, if I get stuck in the basement tonight because you blow all that hard work I just did, I'm gonna be mad at you." He laughed at the disgruntled looks on their faces, "Besides, you better get used to it, Hotch isn't going to let you guys neck at work."

"Killjoy," JJ felt like pouting, but maybe she could get Reid back upstairs later for a little afternoon delight.

Emily blew that idea out of the water by asking, "So, Reid, do you know all the non-tourist spots to see?"

"Sure, you'd probably like Fremont Street, but I know a few out of the way places, too. After I go see Mom, I can show you guys around."

"Great, I'm looking forward to meeting your mom."

"Um, Emily, my mom is --."

"It's okay, Reid, Morgan explained to me, but she knows who I am; right?"

"Yeah, I probably should have told you I --."

"No, you don't think we all talk about the people we work with? I don't mind. But Morgan said your mom really enjoyed meeting the team. I'd like to meet her."

"You're serious? Don't say that just to make me feel good. Mom can be," he searched for the right word' "difficult. You don't have to come, none of you."

"Spence, I liked your mom, Garcia and I had a good time with her, while you guys were out chasing Garner. She'll know who we are; right?"

"It depends, sometimes she doesn't recognize anyone, she thinks she's teaching again. I usually just sit and let her lecture me. Are you guys sure you're willing to risk a two-hour lecture on 15th Century lit?"

"Hey, Man, she can't be any worse than you explaining how they get the filling inside the Twinkies. What time do we leave?"

Reid nodded, smiled, a warm feeling spreading through his soul; nobody had ever accepted his Mom like this before. The few friends he'd had as a child had always refused to come back to his house after meeting his mother, and after a few tries he had stopped asking. "We can go as soon as Morgan finishes packing his bags." He smiled at Morgan, good mood restored, "Just make sure you leave a note asking housekeeping not to unpack for you."

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Next part of What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas Maybe.