A Well Respected Man (Chapter 6)
Title: A Well Respected Man (Chapter 6)
Author: ar_poe
Rating:PG/PG-13
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Drug recovery, very mild slash (all fluff)
Summary: Spoilers for 'The Big Game' and 'Revelations.' What happened during Dr. Reid's group therapy and throughout his recovery.
Chapter 1 can be found here.
Chapter 2 can be found here.
Chapter 3 can be found here.
Chapter 4 can be found here.
Chapter 5 can be found here.
A/N: You guys are the greatest, your comments make me so excited to keep writing this! And as always, thanks to Miss Hanna for being a beta reader! I thought I'd do this chapter a little differently, let me know what you think and if I should do this type of thing in the future, yeah?
Disclaimer: (Sighs sadly) I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 6
It's been four days since Spencer came home from his therapy session, and almost as long since he's smiled. Really smiled, ya know, that puppy-face, eye-brightening, lip-pursing smile.
Where I grew up, God knows I saw my share of drug problems, I know what comes with it and what's included in the mix. These types of mood swings are bound to come about throughout every recovery, but I think something else is going on here that's adding to Spencer's sadness. Depression? I hope not, for his sake.
For some reason, I just woke up. I don't remember hearing anything or feeling anything. I looked to my left to Spence's usual spot next to the wall, and found it empty. I leaned over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Looking around the room, he was nowhere to be found. I sighed and sat up on the side of the bed, rubbing my hand over my head and fully waking myself up.
I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, trying to decide if I should search the living room or Spencer's office first. I continued straight ahead to the living room and found it empty with the television off, and found the kitchen next to it, empty as well with no coffee made or brewing. I sighed and put my hands in the pockets of my sweat pants.
I walked down the hallway and opened the door to Spence's office and looked around before my eyes settled down to Spencer's hunched over figure on his desk. Books and folders and papers were strewn across the floor in no visible pattern, papers were taped up on the walls and held up by magnets on his white boards. Spencer's head was rested on his outstretched arm over a book as the lights from his laptop reflected on his face.
I sighed and relaxed my shoulders, trying to figure out what to do. It was almost four in the morning and Spencer was in his office working and sleeping. I watched him for a minute - his long unkempt hair and his dark circles looking even more unhealthy than usual. I walked over and leaned down next to him, touching his shoulder and shaking it lightly.
“Spencer, baby?” I called, shaking a little harder. He jumped at the noise and lifted his head to look in my direction.
He sighed heavily, “Derek.” He blinked a few times and looked back to his laptop, and then to all of the books and papers he had lying everywhere. “I have to finish my work and I have to write to my mother, and -”
“Spencer.” I interrupted. “It's four in the morning. Come to bed, it's the weekend, you need to rest.”
Spencer looked at me with wide, panic-stricken eyes. “I can't. I have to finish.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders. “What's up with you lately? You've hardly slept, you've gone through pounds and pounds of coffee, you just stay locked up in here...”
Spencer's eyes narrowed. “Nothing is up with me. I just have a lot going through my mind.”
I rubbed my hands up and down his arms. “Come on, babe, please. Just come get some sleep.” He sighed then, and looked around the room again. Yeah, no one can say no to Derek Morgan. He took my outstretched hand and stood up as I lead him towards the door. “I'll help you clean up this mess tomorrow.”
“It's not a mess. It's my work -”
“Come on.” I interrupted, dragging him to the bedroom and gently pushed him towards the bed. He got in and rolled onto his stomach, burying his head in the pillow tiredly. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him towards me, burying my face in his hair and kissing his cheek.
“I can't do this.” He whispered. My heartbeat quickened. He couldn't do what?
“... Do what?” I asked, just as quietly. “This relationship?”
“What? No, no, no...” He rolled onto his back and looked over at me, seeing the fear in my eyes. “Of course not. No. This... recovery... It's getting harder...” I looked him in the eye, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. “I really messed up. I took those phials from his pocket... I... I really messed up. It's my fault I'm in this position to begin with.”
“Hey, now.” I snapped, leaning up on my elbow to look him straight in the face. “It is not your fault that he injected you with those drugs, and it is not your fault that he did... all of those things to you. You got that? You're recovering, and you're doing a damn good job, kid. It's not goin' to be easy, but you're gettin' there, and you have me and the rest of the team to help you out.”
He sighed and turned back on his side with his back to me. I pulled the covers up how he likes it and wrapped my arm back around his waist, and I felt him relax into my arms a little.
“I love you.” He said after a few silent minutes in a calm voice. I smiled, that was the first time he had said that to me, in that context. Not 'I love ya' or anything with playful connotations...
“I love you, too, Spencer.” I answered, my smile widening as I pulled him closer to me, relaxing and getting warm. “And I'll do anything I can to make this easier for you, and to make you happy.”
“You already make me happy.”
0-0-0
Something bounced on the bed.
I rolled over, half paralyzed. “Spencer?” I opened my eyes to see Spence slightly bouncing still as his weight settled on the edge of the bed, looking playful and awake.
“I have a surprise for you.” He said happily as his eyes lit up, and that smile of his, my favorite smile appeared on his face as he waited for me to respond. He looked perfect - his hair was still as it had been the night before, but he was beginning to wear his shirts the way I started fixing them when we weren't at work -
I pushed my thoughts aside and forced myself to speak, excited that I had my Spencer back. “And what is that, Pretty Boy?”
“Don't move.” He answered, bouncing back up and leaving the room. I pushed myself up on my elbows and waiting for him to come back.
When he returned, he had a bed tray in his hands with breakfast for both of us - eggs, toast, bacon, and coffee. I grinned and gave him a quick kiss. He watched me eat for a minute as he sat down and crossed his legs. I sipped the coffee as he bit his bottom lip, thinking.
“I do love you.” He said, in the same calm and truthful voice as the night before. “And... I know I can be... difficult to deal with... but I'll do anything to make you happy, too.” He relaxed and looked up to me.
I leaned across the tray and kissed him. “You already do, genius.” I smiled at him, and kissed him again. I handed him his cup of coffee. “You're perfect. And I believe you, I can feel it. I love you, too.”
He gave me that perfect smile again and we sat there for ages just enjoying each others company as we sipped our coffee.
A/N: Sorry, guys. I had to get my angst fix. Feedback? Like the change in POV? Want more? I think this was my favorite chapter.
Author: ar_poe
Rating:PG/PG-13
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Drug recovery, very mild slash (all fluff)
Summary: Spoilers for 'The Big Game' and 'Revelations.' What happened during Dr. Reid's group therapy and throughout his recovery.
Chapter 1 can be found here.
Chapter 2 can be found here.
Chapter 3 can be found here.
Chapter 4 can be found here.
Chapter 5 can be found here.
A/N: You guys are the greatest, your comments make me so excited to keep writing this! And as always, thanks to Miss Hanna for being a beta reader! I thought I'd do this chapter a little differently, let me know what you think and if I should do this type of thing in the future, yeah?
Disclaimer: (Sighs sadly) I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 6
It's been four days since Spencer came home from his therapy session, and almost as long since he's smiled. Really smiled, ya know, that puppy-face, eye-brightening, lip-pursing smile.
Where I grew up, God knows I saw my share of drug problems, I know what comes with it and what's included in the mix. These types of mood swings are bound to come about throughout every recovery, but I think something else is going on here that's adding to Spencer's sadness. Depression? I hope not, for his sake.
For some reason, I just woke up. I don't remember hearing anything or feeling anything. I looked to my left to Spence's usual spot next to the wall, and found it empty. I leaned over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Looking around the room, he was nowhere to be found. I sighed and sat up on the side of the bed, rubbing my hand over my head and fully waking myself up.
I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, trying to decide if I should search the living room or Spencer's office first. I continued straight ahead to the living room and found it empty with the television off, and found the kitchen next to it, empty as well with no coffee made or brewing. I sighed and put my hands in the pockets of my sweat pants.
I walked down the hallway and opened the door to Spence's office and looked around before my eyes settled down to Spencer's hunched over figure on his desk. Books and folders and papers were strewn across the floor in no visible pattern, papers were taped up on the walls and held up by magnets on his white boards. Spencer's head was rested on his outstretched arm over a book as the lights from his laptop reflected on his face.
I sighed and relaxed my shoulders, trying to figure out what to do. It was almost four in the morning and Spencer was in his office working and sleeping. I watched him for a minute - his long unkempt hair and his dark circles looking even more unhealthy than usual. I walked over and leaned down next to him, touching his shoulder and shaking it lightly.
“Spencer, baby?” I called, shaking a little harder. He jumped at the noise and lifted his head to look in my direction.
He sighed heavily, “Derek.” He blinked a few times and looked back to his laptop, and then to all of the books and papers he had lying everywhere. “I have to finish my work and I have to write to my mother, and -”
“Spencer.” I interrupted. “It's four in the morning. Come to bed, it's the weekend, you need to rest.”
Spencer looked at me with wide, panic-stricken eyes. “I can't. I have to finish.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders. “What's up with you lately? You've hardly slept, you've gone through pounds and pounds of coffee, you just stay locked up in here...”
Spencer's eyes narrowed. “Nothing is up with me. I just have a lot going through my mind.”
I rubbed my hands up and down his arms. “Come on, babe, please. Just come get some sleep.” He sighed then, and looked around the room again. Yeah, no one can say no to Derek Morgan. He took my outstretched hand and stood up as I lead him towards the door. “I'll help you clean up this mess tomorrow.”
“It's not a mess. It's my work -”
“Come on.” I interrupted, dragging him to the bedroom and gently pushed him towards the bed. He got in and rolled onto his stomach, burying his head in the pillow tiredly. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him towards me, burying my face in his hair and kissing his cheek.
“I can't do this.” He whispered. My heartbeat quickened. He couldn't do what?
“... Do what?” I asked, just as quietly. “This relationship?”
“What? No, no, no...” He rolled onto his back and looked over at me, seeing the fear in my eyes. “Of course not. No. This... recovery... It's getting harder...” I looked him in the eye, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. “I really messed up. I took those phials from his pocket... I... I really messed up. It's my fault I'm in this position to begin with.”
“Hey, now.” I snapped, leaning up on my elbow to look him straight in the face. “It is not your fault that he injected you with those drugs, and it is not your fault that he did... all of those things to you. You got that? You're recovering, and you're doing a damn good job, kid. It's not goin' to be easy, but you're gettin' there, and you have me and the rest of the team to help you out.”
He sighed and turned back on his side with his back to me. I pulled the covers up how he likes it and wrapped my arm back around his waist, and I felt him relax into my arms a little.
“I love you.” He said after a few silent minutes in a calm voice. I smiled, that was the first time he had said that to me, in that context. Not 'I love ya' or anything with playful connotations...
“I love you, too, Spencer.” I answered, my smile widening as I pulled him closer to me, relaxing and getting warm. “And I'll do anything I can to make this easier for you, and to make you happy.”
“You already make me happy.”
0-0-0
Something bounced on the bed.
I rolled over, half paralyzed. “Spencer?” I opened my eyes to see Spence slightly bouncing still as his weight settled on the edge of the bed, looking playful and awake.
“I have a surprise for you.” He said happily as his eyes lit up, and that smile of his, my favorite smile appeared on his face as he waited for me to respond. He looked perfect - his hair was still as it had been the night before, but he was beginning to wear his shirts the way I started fixing them when we weren't at work -
I pushed my thoughts aside and forced myself to speak, excited that I had my Spencer back. “And what is that, Pretty Boy?”
“Don't move.” He answered, bouncing back up and leaving the room. I pushed myself up on my elbows and waiting for him to come back.
When he returned, he had a bed tray in his hands with breakfast for both of us - eggs, toast, bacon, and coffee. I grinned and gave him a quick kiss. He watched me eat for a minute as he sat down and crossed his legs. I sipped the coffee as he bit his bottom lip, thinking.
“I do love you.” He said, in the same calm and truthful voice as the night before. “And... I know I can be... difficult to deal with... but I'll do anything to make you happy, too.” He relaxed and looked up to me.
I leaned across the tray and kissed him. “You already do, genius.” I smiled at him, and kissed him again. I handed him his cup of coffee. “You're perfect. And I believe you, I can feel it. I love you, too.”
He gave me that perfect smile again and we sat there for ages just enjoying each others company as we sipped our coffee.
A/N: Sorry, guys. I had to get my angst fix. Feedback? Like the change in POV? Want more? I think this was my favorite chapter.