Soooo sorry I haven't updated school started and I've had some serious writers block! Gahh BUT I started again and now it's all coming back :D yay :P. OH! And if anyone has any ideas to make this story better ill be more then happy for the criticism

Disclaimer: I do not own criminal minds or Spencer or Derek. Ha-ha.

Chapter 2

"Oh Spencer, Spencer, Spencer… how long do you think you'll be able to run from me?" a finger traces the edge of his face in the picture that was hanging on the wall. It was one of the many photos around the room of the strange mans place.

In the silence, a piercing ring sounded. Digging into his pocket, the man's hand reemerged with his cell phone, flipping it open with ease and holding it to his ear.

"Hello?" He said smoothly, not batting an eyelash when the man on the other end of the call started hollering and yelling.

"Chester, Where the hell have you been!"

"I've been… Busy." Chester said simply, reveling nothing of when he did, though he knew the man on the other end of the line knows what he's been up to. Poor Teddy, always thinking he was right.

"Chester," Teddy sighed, "What did you do to that guy? I thought I told you to wait a little while!" He finished.

"Yeah, I guess you did." Chester said distractedly, not really paying attention to the conversation at hand. "I'm going to finish the job."

"Wait, CHE-" Teddy was cut off when Chester shut the phone and but it back in his pocket.

"You just wait Spencer, I'm going to save you from this evil world.

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'Whoever says that waiting for someone to wake up after an operation was easy is insane!' Derek thought while he sat in the bed-side seat that all the rooms in the hospital have. 'Why am I even here?' Derek rested his head in his hands 'It's not like he's wanting to see me after all this time anyway. He made THAT perfectly clear.'

What happened that night was still vivid in his mind. After the shot was, the chase that never ended. Derek was never able to catch the shooter that got to Spencer. And if he was profiling correctly, which he most likely was, that same shooter will be coming back to finish the job once he found out Spencer was alive. Those three words still relived him. Spencer is Alive. Derek didn't know what he would do if that wasn't the outcome. The last time that he was sitting in the seat was when Spencer locked himself in a room with nothing but anthrax to breath for hours. When Spencer finally woke up, Derek did all he could not to kiss him senseless right then and there.

'God I'm tired' he sighed, feeling the sleep that he had been holding off start to take over him. 'Maybe I'll just rest my eyes…..just for a minute.'

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"Can you stop me, Derek?" a faceless figure spoke, walking around slowly like he had no where else to be. "Do you think you can stop me from doing whatever I want to sweet little Spencer?"As the other man continues to walk around, Spencer's tall, lengthy form started to show off in the distance, getting closer. Before Derek could even bat an eye, Spencer was sitting in the other mans arms in his hospital gown. The faceless man ran I finger down Spencer's face, causing the taller man to shiver "Now what can you do to stop me," his chuckle echoed through out the dark abyss "When you couldn't even catch me when I shot him. Right. In. Front of you?" He felt the breath ghost across his face and then move over to his ear. 'When did he get so close' Derek wondered. "Bam." He whispered.

"DEREK!" Spencer's voice rang out, sounding panicked and scared.

Derek's head snapped around so fast that he could have gotten whip-lash. "Spencer." Derek breathed out. He couldn't speak. The sight in front of him too much. Spencer was on his knees, holding an open wound that was bleeding freely 'why does this look so familiar?' A thought popped up in the back of his mind. The older man raced to his young lover's side, his phone already out and ringing.

"911 what's your emergency?" The operator said automatically.

"A man was shot at-" he cut off to look around for the signs. None were there. "DAMN IT!" Derek yelled slamming the phone down as he tried to help Spence. "Spencer, are you still with me?"

"Ye-" he stopped, taking a sharp intake of breath. His chest was covered in blood and the rest of him in sweat. "Derek….it hurts."

"It'll all be ok, Pretty Boy." Derek said lightly, kissing both of Spencer's eyes and cheeks softly. "You can't leave me," Derek murmured, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes "Not again. Not after last time." A tear slowly slipped down his cheek, "Don't leave."

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Derek awoke in a cold-sweat, a hand on his shoulder startling him. He followed the arm to the face of one of the many nurses on duty.

"Sir, if you want you can use the other bed to sleep. It's better then the chair from what I hear." She laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Derek gave a hollow laugh at the attempt, shaking his head slightly. "No, I'm fine." He said softly.

The nurse gave him a look before agreeing and walking off to finish her rounds. Derek looked out the window on the other side of the hospital room, seeing that it was quite dark outside. With a sigh, he stood, walking over to the man laying unconscious on the bed before him. He lightly ran his hand down Spencer's face, wishing the man was awake to lean into his touch. His hand dropped to his side like a rock, as he walked over to Spencer's guitar case, unlatching it and looking inside. Derek has done this a good ten times since he arrived here, and every time he looked inside, it still shocked him. Not only did Spencer keep the guitar he gave him, but he also wrote songs, about Derek and himself, the way he left Derek and why, and so much more. He had already read though most of the songs the songs sitting in the case, guessing there were more at the younger mans house.

"Spencer," Derek looked over towards the bed "Do you really think I could do that to you?" Derek had no idea that he had given off the impression the he was cheating on the other man. There was a light knock on the door. Derek glanced out of the corner of his eye to see who it was, seeing Mia, the girl he was with earlier that day, or was it yesterday? Derek has yet to check the time since he woke up. "Hey Mia." Derek said

"How's he doing?" she asked, generally concerned about the other man.

"He's been better, but also he's been worse, so I guess he's doing well." He looked over at the female, giving her a good look at his face.

"Come here." She said simply, holding her arms out to give Derek a hug that was long past needed at this point. He got up and walked over to Mia, leaning into the hug. He was so past ready to shake Spencer awake, but he knew that would do nothing at all, so all he could do… was wait it out until he decided to come to. Derek slowly pulled away from the warm hug.

"Thanks," he gave a small smile, "I'm so lucky to have a friend like you."

Out of nowhere a groaning sounded from the bed, and as fast as he could, Derek was at Spencer's side, waiting anxiously for his eyes to open. And they slowly did, the light blinding the younger man for a few moments. When he could see clearly again, he was staring right into the eyes of the man he thought betrayed him. Out of no where he got an overwhelming feeling to hug Derek like he used to do all the time. And he gave in. Wrapping his arms around the taller mans neck and holding on to him like he hasn't done in months. Derek's eyes widened at the contact. 'I haven't felt like this since… Spencer left.' Derek sighed and lent into Spencer's touch. "Spencer, I've missed you" he whispered in the shorter man's ear. That snapped him out of it. Spencer pushed Derek away from him faster then the eye could see, and was curled up in a ball, leaning as far from Derek as he could get.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Spencer yelled

"What do you mean?" Derek was still a little out of it from the shove, and not really comprehending what was coming from the man's mouth.

"Why are you here Derek?" Spencer asked again. "We haven't seen each other in months! What made you come here?" Spencer was stressing out. He didn't want to go through this again. He didn't think his heart could take it.

"Spencer, I was there when you got shot." He said as calmly as he could manage with the anger building up in him. He didn't want to go off on Spencer when they just re-met each other. "Mia called 911, and I accompanied you to the hospital." He finished.

"Why?" Spencer was confused for one of the first times in his life. "You HATE me!" he said, emphases on the word 'hate'.

At those last three words, Derek got pissed. "Hate you? Hate you? WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO MAKE YOU THINK I HATE YOU, SPENCER?" he yelled at the younger man.

"YOU CHEATED ON ME!" Spencer yelled back at the man.

Derek gave a breathless laugh and a look of disbelief crossed his face. "You really think I would do that to you? Do you think I'm THAT kind of person?" Derek shook his head sadly.

"Y-you didn't?" Spencer asked.

"No. And if you think in the kind of person to do that, I think I should leave." He said, turning around, and heading towards the door. Mia had left about the time the two men had started yelling.

"No Derek, don't go! I'm sorry!" Spencer called after him, but it was too late. He had let Derek walk out of his life. Spencer leaned back into his hospital bed, tears streaming down his face. How had he messed this up so bad?