I gotta say, I am so sorry for not updating. Christmas at my house was pretty crazy this year, and I lost track of the time. But here's another one, and I promise a better one will be up tomorrow. This one is really rushed, because I had the worst ever writers block today. But tomorrow is a brand new day, and it will be an amazing chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, I don't even the two random reallyminor original characters thrown in here, because they're based on real people, and my friend Emily named them. Thanks Emily.
Ok, here goes. Hope it's not too bad!
B is for Bullet
It was the bullet that made Derek Morgan realize that he loved Spencer Reid.
There'd been a gun fight with an Unsub by the name of Bobby Cain, and Reid had been in the center of it all, the others speeding to the scene from the station they were set up at. Reid and the Unsub were standing in the middle of the latest Victim's apartment, and they were facing each other down, the Psychotic Man holding the Victim, Riley, by the hair, duck tape over her mouth, a gun to her temple.
"Bobby," Reid said, addressing the Unsub by name. "You don't want to do this." Sweat is forming on his forehead; tension the only thing he can feel. "I can get you the help you need. Just please," he begs "Please, let Riley go."
There was a split instant where both Spencer and Cain stayed completely still, both guns drawn and looking each other in the eye, Riley's cries going silent, everything frozen.
Then it ended.
Riley was thrown back against the wall, and two shots were fired simultaneously, from two different angles just as the door burst open, Morgan in the lead, the others right behind. Reid's shot hit the Cain square in the forehead, and he crumpled instantly, as Emily rushed forward to help Riley. Cain's shot rang out just as Morgan cried Reid's name. The bullet hit Spencer straight in the bullet proof vest under his shirt, right above his heart, causing the genius to stumble backwards and lose his footing, crashing into the mirror on the wall behind him.
Morgan rushed towards him, kneeling down by him, hands flying to Reid's shirt, shaking his head, shaking slightly.
"Pretty Boy, you're an idiot." Morgan choked out while Reid shifted himself up on his elbows, dabbing at a cut on his cheek with his fingers.
"Morgan, I'm fine." Spencer coughed out as Morgan examined the bullet protruding from the vest. Derek caught Reid's eye, and they stayed like that for a moment, before Derek noticed another deep cut just to the right of Spencer's lips. Slowly, he brought his hands up, and his fingers brushed just under the cut, terrifyingly close to Reid's mouth. Then Derek's hands traveled back down to Spencer's vest, to touch the spot right below the bullet, right over Reid's heart.
Looking back, it was incredibly cliché, and had it been any other couple, they would have laughed and said that moments like that only happened in corny TV movies. But it was them, so the moment was cliché, but rightfully so, and they wouldn't have changed it for the world.