Yeah I know…. I take forever to update, and yes this will be a series. Umm plot is coming along but I have no idea how it will end sooo it's gonna take a while. But in better news ENJOY!
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Derek Morgan woke up laying on the carpet in the living room. The soft fabric tickled his nose and made him want to sneeze. He was groggy, feeling like he had been drinking last night. He carefully stood using the couch to sturdy himself. He rubbed his a hand over his face trying to wake up. Derek stumbled into the kitchen and prepared coffee like he did every morning. The moment the smell of the coffee hit him he remembered the events of last night. He let the coffee beans spill on the floor and tried to run into the bedroom, he staggered and dragged himself into the other room. Spencer wasn't there. Derek cursed.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and called Spencer. He didn't answer. He called again and again but all he got was the answering machine.
Derek was confused. He had never yelled at Spencer like that before. He couldn't even remember why he was so angry. He was never that mad. Derek tried hard to recall all of what happened last night.
He remembered going out and dancing, and then coming home and just being furious at Spencer. What had he done? Why was he so mad? Derek felt sick. He fell to his knees and held his stomach. He was so dizzy.
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Derek Morgan woke up lying on the carpet in the bedroom. There was vomit next to him and he gagged when he saw it. He felt awful, he slowly crawled on his hands and knees to the bathroom, there he was sick once more. He needed help.
He called Spencer. Spencer didn't answer. Derek wanted to cry; his head felt like it would explode at any moment. Derek left a message.
"Spence, call me please. Where are you?" Derek trailed off; he couldn't remember what had happened last night. That scared him. Derek hung up then dialed Hotch. The profiler answered on the second ring.
"Hotchner," Aaron said.
"Hotch," Derek said weakly. "I need help."
"Derek where are you," Hotch said anxiously.
"Home," Derek said letting his word falter.
"Derek what wrong?" Hotch asked sounding slightly panicked.
"I don't know," Derek said. He could hear Aaron talking to him on the other end of the phone but could not make out any words. He couldn't even hear himself think. It was only pain in his stomach and head that he could feel.
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Derek Morgan woke up on clean linen sheets. He blinked a few times to let his eyes adjust to the bright white light flooding the room.
"Oh thank God," a voice to his right said. Derek glanced and saw Penelope sitting next to him. Her eyes were red from crying and her mascara was nearly gone.
"You are not allowed to scare me like that! Do you hear me mister!" She scolded. "How are you feeling?" she asks.
"Awful," Derek rasps out. "What happened to me?"
"You were poisoned," Penelope whispered.
"What!" Derek yelped and tried to sit up. Penelope put a hand on Derek's chest and pushed him back down.
"They aren't sure what kind of poison it was but I think it was a strain of PCP," she tells him.
"How, how long have I been out?" Derek asks.
"A day, maybe," the computer tech says. "Hotch said you called him."
"I did?" Derek said confused. "I don't remember that."
"Yeah he found you on the floor of your apartment," Penelope said quietly. The pair stayed silent for a moment both in thought. Derek looked around the room then creased his eyebrows together.
"Where's Spencer?" he asks.
"I don't know," Penelope says. "I tried to call his cell but he wouldn't answer." Penelope then tilted her head at Derek. "Why wasn't he home with you?"
Derek looked down at his hands and bit his lip. He couldn't remember most of last night.
"I think we were fighting," Derek said slowly. "I just remember being so angry."
"There was a hole punched in your wall," Penelope sates softly. Derek's head jerks up.
"What!" he says then looks back to his hands. His right hand was red and bruising. "I don't remember punching the wall," Derek whispered to himself.
"Well what do you remember?" Penelope asked hopefully.
"I remember going out to a club with Spencer and, and," Derek pauses. "I don't remember much of what happened there. I remember getting home and Spencer was mad at me and I was furious with him."
"What did he do that made you so mad?" Penelope asked
"I don't know," Derek put his hands over his face and mumbled. "I just don't know."
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Aaron Hotchner walked down the hallway of the hospital with his hand twitching on his phone. He had called Reid over twenty times and he had not answered. He made a sharp turn into the room where Derek was recovering.
Penelope and Derek both turned to greet the senor agent.
"How are you feeling?" Hotch asked Derek.
"Okay, have you talked to Spencer?" Derek asked. Hotch stood at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms.
"I've called him many times but he wont answer," Hotch said.
"Oh," Derek said softly. He curled his hand into a fist then banged hard down on the bed making Penelope and Aaron jump. "Fuck!" he shouted.
"Honey don't worry he will call," Penelope said as Hotch nodded.
"I need to know what I did to him. What could I have done that made him so mad he wouldn't even pick up the phone fore Hotch or you?" His fist unraveled and shaky fingers made their way over his face. "I need to know that he's okay," he whispered out. "I need to know that the only thing I hit was the wall," he choked out.
"No, no, no, no, don't you even start to think you hit Spencer!" Penelope shook a finger at him. "I know you too well, you would never do that!"
"I was drugged baby girl, who knows what I could have done," Derek said solemnly.
"No I won't believe it! Even if you were drugged you love Spencer too much to…" she trailed off then looked at Hotch. "You don't think," she started but left off to let Hotchner finish.
"It's possible," He says not liking that this could be the reason Spencer wasn't answering his phone. "PCP is a powerful drug and with whatever else was mixed with it we can't know for sure what happened until Spencer calls."
"Did you call the others?" Derek asks.
"Yes," Hotch said. "Rossi is running the office with Prentiss. JJ said she will come here soon she was at home but wanted to be here."
Derek nods and looks down at then white bed sheets. He feels sick, not from the drugs but from what he may have done. Penelope takes his hand once more but he doesn't look at her. He can hear Hotch shift his weight and hold in a sigh of frustration.
A shrill ring broke the trio from there silence. Aaron reached for his phone but it wasn't his. Penelope quickly turned around and reached for Derek's pants. She dug her hand into the back pocket and grabbed hold of Derek's phone. She glanced at the front screen and nearly dropped the phone.
"It's Spencer!" she gasped.
Derek snatched the phone from her hand and flipped it open.
"Spencer?" Derek said harshly into the speaker. The voice on the other line was soft, and bone chillingly hollow.
"Derek?"
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I was shocked that Chillingly didn't come up with a red squiggly line under it… huh
