Reid's POV:

It was hard knowing that you can't fall in love, for it to be a silent rule that you cannot let your real self out. It was torture in it's most masked form. Sadly, I am very used to that mask, it is my most used. I had a different one, once, but that mask grew uncomfortable, and I moved to a new one.

I could make certain traits about me disappear, and, thankfully, I am an amazing liar, so I could claim the old mask was just a mood thing. But now, that I've realized, I can actually care for someone, not love, but care, my mask is breaking.

A hand touched my shoulder. I could feel the panic and concern from the person behind me, it radiated out from them, almost an aura. "Reid? You alright?" It was Garcia. I sighed, turning around. "I'm find, just not enough coffee." I said in my fake voice, with a fake smile.

*Yes, my voice is fake, my real one is lower, but over the years, I've learned how to disguise my voice and mask my emotions. She laughed, her pink-tinted curls bouncing slightly. "Figures." She muttered, picking a file up form my desk and walking away. I felt like the breaking point was soon.

I'd only reached the breaking point one, and I didn't want it to happen again. last time, the mask had called off, and I'd ran out of that horrid house. I'd fallen while running through the fields near it, and stayed there, sobbing and in pain, blood dripping from my nose and bruises slowly appearing*. I bit my lip, the memory stopping and my hands shaking. I can't take it. I seriously am going to break.

Standing up, I walked briskly into an office room I knew was abandoned, and, seconds after closing the door. Clenching my jaw, I let the silent tears stream down my face. I can't care for someone, it'll go wrong, and I've been in that position to many times. I can't let myself get hurt. "Pretty Boy?" A voice asked outside the door. I frowned. How did he know i was in here?

"Yes, Derek?" I asked, faking a normal tone. The door opened just enough for Derek to let himself in. Taking a look at me, he closed the door and walked briskly over to me. "You gonna tell me what's going on?" He asked, and I shook my head. Not now, not while I'm weak. Instead of bothering me, Derek pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me and letting me cry for a bit. Damn it, I need to get out of this situation. I'll lose it. I ripped myself out his arms, glaring at him.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not one of your sluts." I spat. His eyes widened, shocked at the way I'm acting. "I'm not just a easy fuck, and I don't even love you. It's not physically and emotionally possible. You, good sir, need to stop thinking of me as an-" I was cut off by his lips capturing my own.

I made a surprised "mmph" noise, but, as if my body was acting on it's own, returned the kiss. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer, but not being overly sexual. I pulled back, confused. "You were misguiding my feelings for you." Derek said, a soft smirk on his face. There is no way I'm in lov- um, I have deep affection for Derek Morgan. "Say something." Derek whispered, worry crossing his handsome features. Handsome?

"Wow." I muttered without thinking. He smiled, and kissed me again, however, this time I completely melted into his arms, feeling like the mask had been dropped.

Screw it. I'm in love with Derek Morgan.

Author's Corner:

1st *: I felt like adding a bit of a connection between me and Reid here, so that's why he says "his voice is fake". Long story short, I naturally have a high-pitched voice and over the years, I've learned to keep it low :)

2nd *: based off a moment in my life, where, ling story short, I had been at a friends house when her boyfriend came over, got violent (towards me) and, in summary, beat and strangled me, and I eventually got out.

You are going to notice connections between me and the characters, because I use my fanfics to vent. Sorry, ranting. I apologize if this fic is confusing, or if it appears all bunched up,as well as anyone being OOC, this is what happens when I upload from my iPad while being depressed and letting my thoughts wander. I don't own criminal minds.