Just another short story. Not connected to my other one about Buford.
I don't own Criminal Minds or any of it's characters.
"I want to go with you"
"No"
"Derek…"
"I said no Reid"
He tried not to flinch at the tone in his voice.
"I'm sorry" He groaned in frustration. "I don't want him to see you, he's gonna…"
"What?" Reid's voice was soft.
"He's gonna take you away from me"
"Derek…" He took a step closer. "No one can take you away from me. Especially not Carl Buford".
"He's gonna look at you, and he's gonna want you and he'll taunt me and I… I think I will kill him if he so much as looks at you. You're mine Reid, just mine. I'll deal with all the assholes that want you, or at least try, but he's not even getting to look at you. Never, no way".
Reid shivered at the possessive note in the older man's voice. "At least let me help you Derek". He slipped his arms around his waist and pressed his lips against his back. "When you get back, I want you to do whatever you want, whatever you need to make you feel in control".
"I don't want to hurt you" A soft murmur.
"You won't, you never have and you never will. I know you, I know you need and I trust you".
"Morgan? You ready?" Hotch asked, a muted knock on the door.
"Yeah I'll be right out".
He turned slowly to meet the eyes of the man he knew he loved, even if he hadn't said the words yet.
"I'll see you when you get back".
"I'll be here".