A/N: Hello again! Once again I translated my own, old fic in English. As you might guess now, I'm not native English speaker (I'm Finnish actually) so I'd like to know if there's any huge grammar mistakes in this so I could fix them. This was originally a songfic, so I link the song here if you want to listen it while you read. I might help you to get to the right mood or something. Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon: watch?v=xknW3A5LhZ0. I guess I have nothing else to say that enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you can connect to Criminal Minds. I'm just having some fun.
BANG!
The gunshot echoed loudly in the room. The time seemed to stand still.
"NOOOOO!" Morgan yelled and dived forward.
Derek Morgan woke up suddenly from his nightmare covered in sweat. For a moment he tried to reach for the person next him. He needed him so badly right now. But then he remembered it.
Spencer Reid would never sleep next him again.
Just when he had calmed his breath it suddenly turned into sobbing. It had been three months and he still remembered it like it had been the yesterday.
"And remember, Johnson won't give up without a fight", Hotch guided before the agents left with the local police department to the arresting.
Morgan reached the house first with Hotch, Reid and few local polices. The broke through the door and separated, everyone going in different rooms.
It was just Reid's luck to find the killer.
"Dylan Johnson! FBI!" he exclaimed when he saw the man's back in the corner of the room. "You are under arrest! Put your hands where I can see them!"
Johnson turned around slowly, keeping his hands hidden behind his back.
"I said, put your hands where-" Reid started but then he saw the gun in Johnson's hand. And it was pointing him.
And then Morgan heard the gunshot. He was thinking the worse when he plunged towards the sound.
"NOOOOO!" he yelled when he saw his loved one lying on the floor bloody and unmoving.
Next morning the ache in Morgan's chest seemed even worse than usual. He got out of his bed very slowly and walked to the kitchen. Clooney raised his head but didn't move anywhere from the couch he was lying on. Morgan tried hard not to look at the coffee mugs Reid had left behind him while he took his own grey one from the shelf.
Morgan didn't have heart to move Reid's stuff away. They were still scattered around his apartment – books were collecting dust on the shelves, his clothes were still hanging in the closet and his red Converse-shoes were waiting in the hall from their owner to return. Morgan knew he should collect them and give some things back to Reid's mother. But he couldn't. He wasn't ready to move on. Not yet.
After he quickly drank his coffee Morgan changed to his normal clothes and grabbed a bouquet from the kitchen table before he headed out. It was pretty depressing to walk down the street while happy, smiling couples walked right past him. Keeping his head down the FBI-agent headed to one place he knew very well.
The cemetery.
The Sun was shining brightly behind his back. His shadow fell on a light stone tombstone. A lonely tear fell from the corner of Morgan's eye as he put the flowers on the grave. He straightened himself as he tried to smile for his loved one.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Spence", he whispered quietly.
A/N: Umm... Happy Valentine's Day? I would really appreciate if you told me what you thought about it...