Well, hello there my lovelies! Thanks a bunch for putting my story in your Story Alerts. It seriously makes me like super happy when someone does that though. :)

Anyway, sorry for the wait on the update (hey that rhymed!) but I've been super busy with the play at my school and I had a really really bad case of writer's block so now that all of that is over, I'm going to work on this and try to update soon!

Disclaimer: Again, I do not own anything! If I did, I wold be rolling in money hahaa!


Nightmares and Remedies

While Derek Morgan was just driving home from Reid's apartment, he thought back to the state in which Spencer was in. Disheveled, drunk, and exhausted, but most of all, in agony. He could only imagine what hell younger man was going through. But, he knew Spencer's weakness; bottling up emotions. He tried to keep everyone away when he was broken so they didn't pity him. That was what he did with the whole Hankel incident. Spencer's own best friend couldn't even comfort the guy or help him with his addiction. While pondering all of this, Derek made a decision. He looked for the nearest U-turn and headed back to the apartment building. He wasn't going to let his friend suffer alone.

Once he got to the building, he bounded up the stairs and went the Spencer's door. He was about to knock when he heard muffled screams coming from inside. Frantically, Derek pounded on the door and yelled, "Spencer! Spencer, it's me Derek! Open up!" After banging the door a couple more times, Derek couldn't wait any longer. He backed up to the wall across from the door, pushed off, and kicked Spencer's door open. What he saw inside was not a pretty scene.

Spencer Reid was crying and thrashing around in his sleep screaming "No! Don't leave me here! It's not my fault!" Derek rushed over to the man and knelt by the couch trying to figure out a way to calmly wake the genius up. "Reid? Reid! Spencer!" he cried, "It's just a nightmare! Wake up!" Now he was hold Reid's arms down, more for his own safety than anything, because they were flailing around and one swing almost hit Morgan in the face. Even then, Spencer still did not wake. Whatever Spencer was dreaming about was scaring him. Derek started shaking the man slightly and soon after one more loud scream of "No!" Spencer's eyes shot open.

He frantically searched the room with wandering eyes and then his gaze landed on one Derek Morgan who seemed to be restraining him. "What are you doing here?" Spencer cried. "Never mind me. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Derek asked. "Spencer looked down. He hated pity and he felt that Derek was smothering him. "Get out of here Morgan," He spat. "I don't need your pity so go show yourself out." Spencer tried to free his arms to wipe his face clear of tears but to no avail. Derek's arms were firm and Spencer was pinned to the couch. "Come on, Pretty Boy. I know that when I have nightmares I like talking to Clooney about it. I know he can't talk but it helps." Derek slowly released his arms and then helped the genius to sit up. Spencer took a deep breath. "I don't know what to do anymore." He confessed, "She was my world, my everything. I couldn't even protect her and she was- no is- one of the most important people in my life." Sobs came and Spencer was just held by Derek because the words weren't forming in his mouth anymore. When he calmed down, he released Derek's shirt that he didn't realize he was holding and sat up. He kept looking down at his hands as he fidgeted in silence.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Derek started. Spencer nodded and shifted in his seat. He took a deep breath and spoke in a whisper, "I was in the bullpen and the team and I were having some fun and goofing off. Then Ma- she came inside through the door. But, she was in a kind of ghost form and she was glaring at me but not one of you noticed her even as I pointed to her. You guys just kept talking to me like I was going crazy." Spencer gulped. "Then she crept up to each one of you and whispered something to each one of you. Then all of you started yelling at me for being a failure and then the scenery changed. We were back at the warehouse where she died and she was lying on the ground again. Then each of you kept yelling at me and pointing at the body and saying it was my fault. I saw a courtroom and each one of you were testifying against me and I was sent to jail as each one of you left me all alone in the dark chained to a wall." The tears started again.

"Oh, Reid." Derek said sadly as he collected the broken genius in his arms in a comforting embrace. "Shh, it's alright." Spencer was sobbing into Derek's shirt as the older man rubbed soothing circles on his back. When the sobs slowed, Derek broke the hug and said, "Pretty Boy, look at me." He pulled the younger man's chin up so they were seeing eye-to-eye. "Never would I, nor the team, leave you alone." he said firmly. "We are all here for you. We know that Maeve," Spencer winced a bit, "meant so much to you and we can only imagine what you're going through." Derek said reassuringly. "We want to help you get through this."

"I was thinking about using again." Spencer confessed, "I mean, I was debating with myself whether it was worth throwing away all my dignity for one release from pain." Derek gasped a little bit. "Spencer, I am so glad that you trust me enough to tell me this." Spencer pulled away from the older agent and positioned himself facing the other side of the room so as to not make eye contact with him. "Reid, I know how difficult it was for you tell me that. I know that you don't like pity from others but look at me and tell me if you see pity in my eyes." Spencer peeked a glance at Derek and sure enough the older agent was right. "I just don't know what to do." he said as he turned to face the older agent again. "You don't have to know what to do right now so long as you talk to someone when you need some help. Now come on let's get you to sleep." The younger man looked up at Derek and asked, like a small child, "Will you stay?" Morgan smiled, "Of course I will." With a smile, Morgan helped the broken man to his feet, patched up his scrapes and scratches, and tucked him into bed.


So, I think I'm going to add one or two more chapters to this. If I add two, then the second one would be an epilogue or something.

Anyway, tell me what you guys think! Reviews please! I crave them!