I own nothing but Stryker Reid.

The oldest Reid child, with an over average but less than his brother IQ, socially awkward, Yale graduate, former drug addict and a little suicidal Stryker Reid woke up to the persistent knocking of the front door. He got up from his position on the couch and untangled himself from his still sleeping brother. After he checked through the peep hole and then told himself that was stupid, he didn't know Spencer's friends, he opened the door.

"Hello. Who are you?!" Derek demanded.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you too." Stryker joked.

"Who are you? Where's Reid!?"

"Spencer? He's just inside. Asleep, for once."

"Are you his… roommate?" Derek asked, hoping that he wouldn't have to say it.

"No! I'm Stryker Reid. I'm his brother, we're twins. I talked to you last night. I'm – but he's… my brother is straight."

"Oh. I didn't recognise your voice. I'm Agent Derek Morgan." Derek introduced himself, knowing better than to dwell on Stryker telling him he was gay.

Stryker smiled. He moved out of the way. "Do you wanna come inside? I mean you came over for a reason."

Derek was about to say he had to go but Stryker gave him a look. "Fine, I'll come in. I wanted to check up on Reid."

Stryker looked uncomfortable for a second. He lowered his voice and pushed them both outside.

"Look, I don't know if you know this but Spencer took drugs from that guy. I got rid of them… but I'm gonna have to go home eventually. You came down to check up on him so you clearly care, so just watch him for me. He's the only little brother I have who knows why I do what I do and why."

Derek frowned at that but didn't say anything.

"Yeah, I'll watch him and make sure he doesn't start using."

"I shouldn't tell you this but, look this isn't the first time Spencer has done something like this, we both did, so if he needs to call me I need you to make sure he can. If he can't, tell him to call Ethan, he's an old friend of us both who dropped out of college, he went clean. And if all else fails," Stryker shoved a tiny piece of paper into Derek's hand. "this is our two little sisters' numbers, call Allie before Tammi because, well she's a psycopath. None of us are really on speaking terms but we're family. Don't tell Pence I told you all this."

"Thanks, I mean… you've really thought about this."

"Spencer called me in the middle of the night, I guess he had a nightmare. I should probably be, I dunno, embarrassed but before Spence called I was…" he pulled up his sleeve and showed Derek a bandage wrapped around his forearm.

"You were going to kill yourself!"

"Yeah it was dumb I know but know… well I can't just leave him to fend for himself can I? I love bein' an older brother."

Derek stared at the stranger who in the short space of ten minutes had come out and just told him he had nearly killed himself.

"Come on in."

Derek smiled at the sight of his best friend. He was sprawled out across the couch with an arm hanging off the couch. His hair was around his head in a halo. His lips were slightly parted and unlike whenever they slept in the same room on cases he wasn't mumbling or moaning and his eyes were still instead of darting around.

"He's usually, like, dreaming. You know, nightmares."

"Yeah." Stryker agreed looking at Derek oddly.

"Oh. We usually share a room when we're on cases, sometimes."

"Which is it, usually or sometimes?" Stryker joked.

"Are you serious?"

"No. But it's probably because we shared a bed as kids and last night, well we shared a couch. Maybe he just isn't used to… not sharing."

Derek stared at him. "So you're saying I should share a bed with him when we're on cases?"

"If you want. I mean, you're his bestie right."

Derek glared at him. "Hey." He greeted softly when he saw Reid blinking blearily up at him.

"Hi" Reid croaked. He cleared his throat and repeated it.

"How are you?" Derek asked awkwardly.

He blinked and yawned. "a little tired. I'm fine, now."

Derek smiled. "Go back to sleep. It's the weekend, Hotch won't call us in on a case just yet." He pulled a blanket off the ground and spread it over him. Spencer made a noise of agreement and rolled over. After a minute he could hear his soft snores.

"Awww." Stryker cooed. "You're besties!"

"Shut up." Derek growled.

"Want some coffee?" Stryker offered.

"Yeah, what did you say your name was?"

Stryker grinned and in a really deep voice said. "Stryker!" then in a normal tone. "You can call me Stryke if you want."

Derek smiled. "So… you're… suicidal?"

"Not anymore." Stryker quickly changed the subject. "What's Spencer like? In the BAU I mean."

"Well he's my best friend and …" Derek began telling Stryker all about his brother.

The End

The end of my first fic with chapters! If you're wondering Stryker and Spencer are meant to be identical and yes, Stryker is the suicidal brother mentioned in Luck but you don't need to read that.