Disclaimer- Considering that I only own Gerard Shadows, who also just happens to be suicidal, I doubt that I truly qualify to own such an amazing phenomenon as Criminal Minds. Oh, I own Brendan, Forrest, and Chris, and any other unrecognizable little person who pops in.
A/N- Hey, guess what? I've decided to update quicker. Great. I don't really like this chapter, but tell me what you think. REVIEW!!!
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Gerard lay on his hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes. Obviously, he wasn't in Hell, but this sure wasn't Heaven. In fact, he was pretty sure that he wasn't dead, considering the fact that his head was throbbing.
Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of beeping machinery.
"Oh, damn. I didn't kill myself," he said aloud, wincing at the hoarseness of his voice.
"No, you didn't. But, man, good try. Valiant effort. As if your life was all that terrible."
Gerard smirked, "Nice to see you too, Spence. I figured you'd be more worried than pissed off, though."
Spencer crossed his arms over his chest, and glared daggers at Gerard.
"You know, I thought that I'd be worried too, but then, I realized that I was kind of happy."
Gerard laughed.
"Ooo…that hurt. Stop pretending that you don't care 'bout my mental health."
Spencer narrowed is eyes and replied, "I don't care about your mental health. I care about mine."
The smirk dropped off Gerard's face.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know what it means," Spencer said, his eyes glistening.
"Did you mean to kiss me, or was that just a joke, too?"
Gerard looked Spencer straight in the eyes.
"I don't pretend when to comes to stuff like that, Spencer. I know that you're young, more innocent and naïve than most 24 year olds. I kissed you, and never spoke of it again, only because…because I'll mess up any belief that you may have in the goodness in the world."
Spencer unfolded his arms and touched Gerard's cheek.
"But do you really love me, or was I just a distraction from what ever shit was going on in your life at that point?"
Gerard shied away from the touch, and whispered, "I know what you want to hear, and even though that may be the truth, the other option is the one that will get you to leave me alone."
Spencer blinked.
"Why do you want to face this world alone? Why not stay with someone you love. Someone like…me."
Gerard looked at Spencer with glowing eyes.
"Do you even know how society treats gays? Huh?"
Spencer lowered his head.
"Yes, I do, Gerard. I'm an adult. I can take it."
"And so says Mr. People-In-High-School-Treated-Me-Like-Shit-And-Now-I'm-Messed-Up-For-Life."
Spencer looked at Gerard for a second with burning eyes. Then, he slapped him hard across the cheek, stood up, and stormed out of the room, not looking back. Spencer slammed the door to add emphasis to his point.
Gerard stared after him with tears cascading down his cheeks. He raised a shaky hand to his burning cheek, and let out a sob.
"I had to, Spencer. I don't want you to be like me. Promise me that you won't be like me."
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Brendan looked at Gideon, and asked, "Who's that?"
Gideon stood up slowly, and watched the man approach the room.
He turned and looked at the three college boys, and ordered, "Get under the table; don't come out unless I tell you to."
Chris asked, "What's going on?"
"Get under that table!" Gideon yelled.
They stared at him blankly before Brendan climbed from his chair, and huddled under the table. Chris and Forrest exchanged glances before following his lead.
Gideon nodded, and stepped forward with his chin raised high as the door was pushed open. His hand instinctively rested on his holster.
A man, tall and middle-aged, with blond hair and blue eyes, entered the room calmly with a smirk on his thin lips.
"Hello, Brendan," he said smugly.
Brendan's head shot up so quickly he hit his head on the table. He let out a soft cry, and the man smiled.
"There you are. You never were any good at hide-and-seek."
"Who are you?" Gideon demanded, taking a step forward with his best menacing face on.
The man frowned.
"Well, my name's Carl, but in reality, you may know me as the killer who's taken four lives. Right, Bren-Bren?"
Chris and Forrest turned to look at Brendan, who was covering his mouth with a shaking hand. In fact, his entire body was trembling as tears slid down his cheeks. He looked at the others with wide eyes filled with fear. Forrest scooted closer to him, and wrapped an arm around him. Brendan leaned into the embrace and closed his eyes.
Gideon drew his gun and leveled it with Carl's head.
"You're under arrest for the murder of four men. Put your hands behind your back."
Carl laughed, "Did you honestly think that it'd be that easy to catch me? That I'd just turn myself in? Well, it ain't gonna go own like that."
Gideon narrowed his eyes.
"Well, how is it going to 'go down'? You're surrounded by police officers and I have a gun. You are unarmed. How are you going to win this fight?"
"I may not have a weapon, but I'm not unarmed," Carl replied.
"Oh really? Then what do you have in your hand that you have to play?"
"You have two agents under you, two women, blonde and brunette, correct?"
Gideon eyes went wide.
"What did you do?" he gasped.
"I have two of my men in there with them surrounded, and I have my men waiting on my order to slit their throats. Every police officer is either dead or not here. Those women's only chance is for you to give me Brendan," Carl said, as if reading from a script.
Gideon cocked his gun.
"Why shouldn't I kill you right now?"
Carl's grin grew.
"Because I have to personally call my men off."
He was practically giggling at the ingenuity of his plan.
Gideon looked at him a second, before lowering his gun slowly. He hung his head.
Carl giggled, "Give me your gun and, Brendan, come out from under the table."
Gideon slowly handed Carl the gun. Carl looked expectantly at the table, but nobody had moved. Brendan had tried to move forward, but Forrest and Chris held him back.
Brendan looked at them questionably, and Forrest mouthed, 'No.'
Brendan closed his eyes as more tears slipped from his eyes.
Carl cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Brendan, do I need to kill someone?"
Gideon stepped forward and asked calmly, "What do you want with Brendan?"
Carl looked at him, enraged, and snarled, "Brendan's the whole reason I started this whole killing spree. He was supposed to be my last victim, the ending of it all."
Gideon swallowed hard and said, "Saving the best and most meaningful victim for last."
Carl nodded enthusiastically, and said, "Finally, you understand. That damned kid destroyed my entire life!"
Brendan bit down on his hand in order to keep himself from letting out the sob threatening to break loose from his throat. He winced as a metallic liquid filled his mouth.
Finally, Carl lost it and, pushing Gideon from his position from in front of the table, he grabbed Brendan's collar and ripped him out of Chris and Forrest's grip.
Brendan cried out, and looked into the eyes of his father for the first time in nine years.
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Spencer stood in the hallway, leaning against the door, panting and crying. Angrily, he swatted away the tears, and gasped.
Morgan was sitting there with his mouth agape.
He stood up, and gasped, "What the hell did you do?"
Spencer pulled himself away from the door and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Nothing, Morgan. Nothing happened."
"Reid, you don't run out of a room crying for no reason," Morgan replied, looking the younger agent over.
Spencer exhaled loudly.
"Fine. We had a talk, he said something way out of line, and…I kind of, um…slappedhimacrosstheface."
Morgan raised an eyebrow.
"What was that last part?"
Spencer sighed, "I hit him."
"What?" Morgan gasped. "You do realize that he's suicidal?"
"Yeah," Spencer said, staring at the floor and shuffling his foot.
Morgan did a face-palm, before groaning, "He better have said something terrible. What did he say?"
Spencer, his gaze still locked on the floor, said, "I can't tell you. You'd look at me differently."
Morgan raised an eyebrow.
Spencer looked at him before groaning, "Okay. Even more differently."
Morgan placed a hand on Spencer's shoulder, and said, "Seriously, man. You can tell me anything."
Spencer looked up at him with bright eyes.
"Promise you won't hate me?"
Morgan nodded and laughed, "As long as you didn't kill anyone."
"Morgan, this is serious," Spencer whined.
Morgan nodded, and said, "Okay, kid. What is it?"
Spencer swallowed hard, and said, "I think I'm in love with Gerard."
Morgan gasped.
Spencer looked at the shocked older man, who stood there silently.
Spencer dissolved into tears and turned, running away.
Morgan stood there, stunned, before cursing and chasing after the distraught young man.
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A/N- Oh! Spencer's GAY??? Gerard has problems with accepting love??? Elle and Garcia are being held hostage??? The serial killer was after Brendan after all???? I UPDATED??? OMG!!! It's the apocalypse!!! Heh. REVIEW!!!!!
