AN: trigger warning for alcohol and mentions of suicide attempt

I don't own the characters or universe in which they live. Please don't sue me.

Derek enter his home dropping his go bag by the door. Clooney rushed to him eager to greet him. Derek went through the motions of walking Clooney, feeding him, and then himself, before showering and settling on the couch with a glass in his hand.

He drained the amber liquid before pouring another. Letting the alcohol wash away his memory of the case, of Spencer, of everything.

The phone rang surprising him awake. He fumbled trying to answer it. "Mor'an" he slurred.

"It's JJ you better get over here." Her voice sounding strained.

"M'kay"

He stumbled as he stood from the couch the glass falling to the floor and breaking. "Fuck!"

He knelt down to pick up the pieces slicing his hand on them. "Shit!" He shouted louder.

"Morgan?" The voice from the phone called out. He realized he had never hung up and she had heard him fumbling about.

"Yeah JJ" he said over-pronouncing each letter to appear more sober.

"Are you drunk?" She asked.

Derek was unable to answer as he had firmly slapped his hand to his mouth trying to hold back the inevitable. He rushed to the bathroom as quickly as possible and threw up completely missing his goal. He sank to the floor as another waved rolled over him. He tossed the phone across the floor and braced for the next.

It wasn't long before he heard footsteps approaching and lifted his head to see who had entered his home uninvited. Will stood in the doorway looking down at Derek. "Well by the looks of it you've had as much to drink as all of New Orleans" he joked his accent making many of the words lost to Derek's inebriated mind.

Will entered the room, careful of where he stepped, and grabbed Derek under his arms heaving him to his feet. "Legs Derek. Use 'em."

Derek allowed himself to be lead to his bedroom and unceremoniously dropped to his bed. "I'll be right back goin' get you some water."

Derek listened as Will answered his phone and spoke. "Yeah JJ he's alright." "No I don't think it's alcohol poisoning." "Looks to be about half a bottle of Scotch." "No you stay with Spencer I'll take care of this." "Brings me back to me and the boys in the French Quarter."

Derek stopped listening and tried to get his brain to focus on Will's other sentence.

Stay with Spencer? JJ called telling me to get there. Did he try again? Did I lose him this time? Is he gone?