Chapter 14

Morgan's POV

Spencer ordered a lot of food. He said he hadn't eaten since Sunday. I wasn't sure how he was standing. He kept constant contact between the two of us, holding my hand, or wrapping our feet together below the table. Every now and then he would drift away, somewhere inside his own mind. Whenever that happened it was like he was a different man. His expression would become dark, anxious. His words would trail off and he would stare blankly at one spot.

"Spencer." I snapped my fingers in front of his face. His head shot up.

"Huh? Oh, sorry."

"What's going on in there?" I brushed his cheek with my fingertips. He smiled, his face brightening slightly.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"I do, though. I want to know everything about you, Spence."

"Well, right now, it's pretty dark up there. I just kind of keep thinking about everything."

"Like what?" Just as I asked the waitress brought our food. I was getting the sense that he didn't really want to talk about it, and I knew he was starving, so I dropped the subject.

"Oh, food. Thank you." He dug in, destroying the food in front of him. My heart sank, I couldn't believe I had let him go that long without eating. I picked at my plate, spending more time watching him than paying attention to my own food.

"Is it good, pretty boy?" He nodded, a mouthful of food. I busted out laughing. Somehow even when he looked completely ridiculous, he was irresistible.

"Delicious." He managed to spit out between bites. Once he was finished throwing back his food, I decided it was time to talk seriously.

"Okay, Spencer, here's the deal, you already know that I'm willing to do anything it takes to make sure you get better."

"Yeah, I do. I mean if you can stay after I completely destroyed my own house, I'm pretty sure you're in it for the long haul."

"That's right, but..."

"There's always a but." He interrupted.

"But, it's on you. I'll do everything I can, but Spence, you gotta do this for you. You have to want to get better." He played with the food on his plate for a minute before looking up at me.

"Derek, I do want this for myself. I do. I just need you to know that it's not going to be easy. At all."

"You did it once, you can do it again, and this time I'm here." I took his hand from across the table, rubbing my thumb over his finger. "I love you, and I'm not willing to watch you throw your life away."

"I love you too, Derek. And believe me, I don't want to throw my life away, especially since I have you in it now."

"Spence, I've always been here."

"But now there are perks." He had a sly look on his face.

"Perks? I do enjoy the perks..." He leaned up and kissed me.

"So, what do you want to do with our day off?"

"Um...what do you want to do?" I asked, not caring at all what we did.

"How about we go to a movie. I'll let you buy me some twizzlers." I laughed. He really did remind me of a kid sometimes.

"Twizzlers and a movie, sounds good to me."

Reid's POV

He took me out to breakfast, and now we were on our way to a movie. It was our first 'date'. I wanted to point it out, but I didn't want to sound too corny, so I just thought it silently to myself. I was certain that most relationships...it was weird to even think...didn't start out this dysfunctionally, but what was functional about Spencer Reid dating Derek Morgan? And what would the team think? Garcia would freak. I laughed to myself, actually excited at the thought of seeing her face when she found out. I would have to make that one creative, just for her.

I began feeling a bit obsessive, constantly thinking about Derek. It probably wasn't healthy, but in my mind it was obsess over Derek or cocaine, so I chose the latter. The light shining from the sky was intense, almost blinding. It was the first time I had seen the light of day clearly in days. Despite that, it was very enjoyable. It was irritating, close to painful. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the seat. I was feeling drained, and having a rough time mustering any energy. That was when I felt the hand grip my knee.

"You okay, baby boy?" I looked up at the soothing voice.

"Just tired."

"We can go home and you can sleep if you like?"

"Nah, I don't really want to see that place right now." I thought hard about the mess that waited for me at my house. I scolded myself mentally. How could I really have been that stupid? And they say I'm a genius.

We looked at the list of movies playing, trying to decide. We came down to two new releases. One was a horror movie, the other a romantic comedy.

"I don't know about gore. Don't we see enough of that?" Derek argued, frowning at the bloody movie.

"Yeah, but that one sounds so corny."

"Sometimes corny is good." I looked at him with a disapproving frown. He wasn't budging. I leaned in closer to him, poking out my bottom lip.

"Please..." I begged, tracing my finger down his chest. He threw his arms up.

"Fine, whatever." He gave in. I realized the power that women held over a man who found them attractive. This was definitely going to be fun.

I spent most of the movie chewing on my twizzlers and laughing at the unrealistic points behind the murders. I guess you become desensitized to things after a while. We saw the true versions of these things unfold before us every day. A movie was nothing. When Derek got bored with the film, he decided pelting me with popcorn was a more beneficial use of his time. I threw my hands up, shielding myself from the barrage of snack food. We both broke into uncontrollable laughter. People around us were hissing and shushing us. I curled into his chest, trying to muffle my laughs. I felt his face on the top of my head, using my hair to muffle his own. The closeness was amazing, almost breathtaking.

"Derek." I whispered.

"Yeah Spence?" He whispered back.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For being you. For saving me. For loving me."

"I'd do it a thousand times baby. As long as you promise to love me back." How was he so sweet? It was like it all came natural to him. I felt inexperienced and unworthy of his affection. Yet somehow, I had it.

Morgan's POV

As his voice vibrated off of my chest in the dark theater, all I could think was that he was mine. There were small marks all over his neck and chest to prove that fact. He was mine, and no one else could ever touch him. I had never fallen in love before. Never said those three words to anyone. Yet, they came out so easily, so fluidly, when I was telling him how I felt. I was wrapped up in him, literally at times. The movie was not keeping my attention in the slightest. I never was a horror kind of person, it was too fake to me, but since Spencer liked it, so I gave in to him. That puppy dog face of his didn't hurt anything. We decided to skip out on the end of the movie and head home. Spencer was looking pretty pale, and even more tired.

When we walked in the front door to see the house trashed once more, he looked even paler than he already had. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder.

"Go lay down, we'll deal with this later."

"No, I want to get it done. I'm tired of looking at it." I pulled him close and kissed him.

"Go lay down, Spencer." He sighed, but didn't argue. I walked with him back to the bedroom. He laid on his back and I climbed on top of him, kissing him several times. He rubbed his leg between mine, using just the right amount of pressure. I had to close my eyes to contain myself. His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. My hands slid under his shirt, roaming his chest. After a few minutes of feeling each other and kissing, I broke away. "No, you need some sleep. We can finish this later." I gave him one last peck before climbing off of him, tucking him into the bed.

"Fine, but when I wake up, you're all mine."

"That's fine with me, pretty boy." I sat at his feet with Clooney curled up behind me, not wanting to leave until I knew he was alseep. Light snores escaped his throat, confirming he was out, before I went into the front of the house. I exhaled a deep sigh, staring at the war-zone before me.