Don't Leave Me (4/4)
Title: Don’t Leave Me (4/4)
Rating: FRM/R (violence and adult themes)
Pairings/Characters: Morgan/Reid, Garcia, Diana Reid, The BAU Team
Warnings: angst, slash, un-betaed, violence, adult themes, fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I just play with them.
Spoilers: Up to the end of Season Five.
Summary: The case, and the separation of Derek and Spencer, comes to a close.
All he wanted was some of his mom’s homemade meatloaf. It was the perfect cure that always made him feel better. Not only wasn’t he allowed a lot of solid food yet, he wasn’t anywhere close to his mother.
“Eat your gruel,” Garcia said, eying the grey matter that was put in front of him, “it looks like it might get up and walk away if you don’t.”
“Thanks. It’s much more appetizing now.”
“So,” she ventured as he picked at it with relish, “you and Chocolate Thunder…”
He must have blushed because he felt his face grow hot.
“Is he a freak in bed?”
“Garcia!”
“What?” she asked as innocently as she could.
“First of all, our relationship is none of your business. Second, we, uh, haven’t done that yet.”
“Ah,” she nodded sagely, “gives me time to put hidden cameras in both of your houses…”
“Garcia!”
“Haha, oh you know I’m kidding….this time.” She grinned happily but put back on a serious look. “You two look really happy together. I’m glad you both finally made a move.”
“Thanks,” Reid said with a smile and leaned back. He pushed the gruel away from him. He’d rather go hungry then eat this crap.
“Mama has to work now,” Garcia said, getting up, “but she will make sure my genius is safe in any way possible.”
“That is very comforting.”
“And well-fed,” she said and handed him a tin, “these are homemade cookies. They aren’t chock full of sugar, but they are sweet enough to take the edge off.”
“I love you.”
“If I had a nickel,” she sighed dramatically and waved him off with a laugh.
As soon as she left, he took a bite and marveled how good it tasted. The sudden loss of all his sugar products was getting to him. He chewed slowly and let it start to go mushy in his mouth before swallowing it slowly so his stomach could digest it.
It was heavenly.
He just had to find somewhere to hide it from the nurses…
At that moment, his cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey Spencer.”
“Hi Derek.”
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“How is my handicapped genius doing?” he had asked with a laugh.
“You’re funny, real funny,” a humorless Spencer said on the other line.
“The case is looking good. We already have several suspects in custody. At this rate, I might even be home tomorrow.”
“Okay, what’s the profile?”
Derek heard some chewing on the other end.
“Male, white, mid-50s, extreme aggressor, probably lashing out because of marital problems where he feels emasculated. Probably has kids and a blue collar job that he can get access to small appliances. Spencer, what are you chewing?”
“Garcia made cookies.”
He sighed.
“Why does that not surprise me? You’re a doctor, Spencer, you know you are not supposed to be eating those.”
“Actually, studies have shown that variation in a sick person’s diet actually increases the rate of recovery.”
“You just made that up, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“I want you to get better, Spencer, so we can spend some real time together, outside of a hospital setting.”
“Me too.” The chewing stopped and Derek sighed.
“But I doubt that Garcia’s cookies are going to send you into a coma.”
“Yay!”
`Derek couldn’t hold back a laugh and the team turned to see what was going on.
“The case is close to being done. I’ll be home soon.”
“Okay.”
There was a pause.
“I miss you.”
Derek’s heart thumped happily.
“I miss you too.”
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He didn’t care if he had been close to dying, he was getting restless. Being stuck in a hospital all day was not really stimulating for him. He had already counted the ceiling tiles (494 if anyone cared) and memorized the floor tiles (203 tan, 209 dark green).
Spencer checked the bedside calendar off-handedly and stopped short. Had that much time really gone by? He grabbed the phone and dialed.
“Hi, it’s Dr. Reid, I want to talk…yes, I’ll hold.”
He waited for what seemed like forever on hold. Would she remember? Would she be having a good day?
“Hello?”
“Hi Mom. It’s Spencer.”
“Spencer,” she said warmly, “I was worried sick about you.”
“Really? Why?”
“Your letters just stopped.”
“I…I’ve been sick.”
“Sick? It’s that damn job of yours, Spencer. You don’t get enough sleep.”
“Not that kind of sick, Mom, but it is because of the job. I got shot.”
He waited for it to sink in.
“Shot?” she sounded too quiet.
“But I’m not hurt anymore now, Mom. I’m okay now.”
“Did you catch him?”
“Yes. Morgan did.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Mom…”
“Answer the question, Spencer. Did you kill him?”
Spencer sighed. There was no arguing with her.
“Yes. Morgan did.”
“Good.”
“Mom…”
“What? No one hurts you and gets away with it.”
“Thanks Mom.”
“So, what is the government screwing up now?”
That was her way of asking him how the job was going.
“I’m not on case with them right now. I’m still in the hospital recovering.”
“You know I don’t want you at hospitals, Spencer,” she said, her voice raising slightly, “it’s not safe there. They’ll lock you away and won’t let you out.”
“It’s just standard procedure. Besides, Morgan and Garcia have been doing rounds of keeping an eye on me. I think I’ll be fine.”
“I liked Garcia.”
“She is something, isn’t she?” he laughed.
“Which one is tall, dark and kicks down all the doors?”
“That would be Morgan.”
He felt himself blush.
“Ah…” she said in a knowing tone.
“What?”
“You can’t hide anything from your mother. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you write about him in your letters. Now he is watching over you? I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid.”
He coughed.
“Okay, so there might be something going on.”
“That’s what I thought,” she said, “make sure you wear protection, even if you trust him.”
“Mom!”
“And remember what I said about what happens to people who try to hurt you.”
“I do.”
Secretly, he felt sorry for Derek if he did try anything.
“Okay then. Well, I have to go, Spencer. I have to grade some of my student’s papers on Christopher Marlowe’s later works. Unfortunately, it seems like most of them didn’t do too well.”
Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I’ll see you later.”
“Bye Spencer.”
“Bye Mom.”
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“Freeze!”
The unsub stopped in his tracks. Derek’s blood ran cold as he felt an unsettled déjà vu moment happening.
“Put your hands on your head!”
The man turned around to face Derek. He started to sweat as his fingers hovered precariously over the trigger.
“Hands on your head! Do it now!”
The suspect turned and raised his arms slightly, but not enough to be on his head. He was mocking him. Derek was jumpy and he felt adrenaline coursing through his veins.
“Do it!”
The man reached for something.
In one fluid motion, Derek reached for his gun and shot the man down with a single bullet to the chest. He went down like a brick.
The world spun around him as the sidewalk and sky shifted around him. Whirling around, flashing lights and the smell of gunpowder invaded his senses.
Shaking. Someone was shaking him. Hotch was at his side, shaking him back into reality. He was talking, too. His mouth was moving, but there was no sound coming out.
“What?”
“I said, are you okay?” his voice cracked back into Derek’s ears.
“I-I’m dizzy.”
The world lurched, but Hotch grabbed him from falling over.
“Sit down, right here.”
Slowly, he found a curb and sat down. He shut his eyes and the world around him was blurry. He could hear Hotch talking next to him, some string of comforting works as the vertigo overwhelmed him.
“Breathe Derek. It’ll all be over soon.”
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Spencer was half-sleeping when his cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hi, how are you holding up?”
It was Hotch.
“Fine. The doctor’s say it’s looking good. I should be able to leave in six to eight weeks. How is everybody else?”
“The case is taken care of and we’re actually on our way to visit you.”
“Great.”
“Morgan’s not coming with us.”
Spencer’s stomach dropped.
“What? Is he okay?”
“Oh, he should be fine. He suffered some vertigo and was having some dizzy spells but he wasn’t shot and only has some bruises and cuts from the initial shock.”
“Is…is he with you now?” he tried to keep his voice calm.
“No, as per policy, the EMT’s were called and sent him to the nearest hospital to check him out.”
“Okay.”
“We’re on our way, Spencer. We haven’t forgotten about you.”
And he was happy, but he would have been happier if he could be there with Derek.
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It was late when he finally was released. He hailed a cab right outside the small, inner-city hospital to go and find his boyfriend. The taxi driver kept quiet, appearing a little frightened by the bruised and stoic man wearing a hospital bracelet with the current day’s date on it.
The drive felt like forever. He found himself tapping the taxi window unconsciously and nervously moving his hands.
Finally, the man pulled up to Spencer’s hospital. Giving the man a large tip for making the ride as painless as possible, Derek then hurried up to Spencer’s room. It didn’t even matter anymore who might be up there visiting the genius. He was going to be with him no matter what.
Walking quickly through the hall, he found his room and he noticed the man was just relaxing. There were flowers that must have been brought by the team earlier on.
He looked upset.
Derek came through the door.
“Hey Pretty Boy.”
“Derek…”
He grabbed the genius gently around the waist and pulled him up for a kiss.
“Miss me, Derek?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“I can do that.”
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Six To Eight Weeks Later:
“Don’t touch me.”
“Spencer, you can’t walk by yourself yet.”
“Well, it would be a lot easier if you weren’t trying to feel me up.”
“I’m not…” but he was interrupted by Spencer’s physical therapist stepping back into the room.
“Uh, how is going?”
Derek was currently bent over Spencer, trying to help him walk across the platform. It looked as if the physical therapist had walked in on some “extra-curricular” activities.
“This isn’t…”
“He was trying…”
“I wasn’t…”
The physical therapist was a shade of crimson.
“I think therapy is done for the day.”
She turned on her heels and walked out.
“I’m sorry; I thought you needed my help," Morgan apologized.
“Great, now I have to find another physical therapist…”
The End
Author's Note: Yep. This is the end. I love my boys. <3 Leave comments and love below and I'll bake you some cookies. :D