Before you see the word count and freak out on me, it's okay! I split this into two chapters, and Chapter 6 will be up within a matter of minutes.

I re read the last chapter after I posted, and I'm not sure I like it, so after this story is finished I think I'll go back and fix it up.

Thanks for your support!

Chapter 5: I Don't Regret at All

"No, Hotch, he'll be okay… Uh, yeah, I might have to take him to the hospital for stitches…"

Derek woke up with a pounding headache, and an extremely sore body. His chest was hurting, but his heart skipped a beat when he realized that he was alive in his bed, and that Reid was on the phone in his kitchen. Sitting up slowly, he immediately wished he had just stayed down as his wounds made him groan loudly in agony. He could feel cuts all over his body, and he could also feel heavy bandages on his feet to match the ones cocooning his hands. Someone, he guessed Spencer, had wrapped his naked body in sheets and blankets, and had propped his body on a bunch of pillows.

"…I know…I got it, Hotch, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it… Yeah have her drop off some paperwork and I'll work on it. Yeah. Thanks, Hotch."

"Reid…" Morgan tried to yell for his friend but his voice came out hoarse. Clooney came bounding into the bedroom and jumped on bed, causing Morgan to laugh as well as whimper a bit as the large dog jostled his already sore body.

"Clooney, get down," said a voice from the doorway. Reid was wearing one of Derek's FBI t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants, both of which were hanging rather loosely on him. He handed Morgan some Tylenol and a glass of water and sat down on the other side of the bed, taking a sip from his coffee. Calming down, Clooney laid between them, with his head on Morgan's lap. Morgan said a small thank you and took the pills and sipped the water, before settling into an ashamed silence.

"Are we going to talk about this any time soon?" Spencer finally asked, staring into his cup. Derek stayed quiet. Spencer spoke again, "Do you even remember what you tried to do last night? What you did do?"

After what seemed like eons, Derek spoke.

"I need help, Pretty Boy…" The older agent stared at his hands, palm up in front of him. Reid sighed heavily.

"Why? Derek, why didn't you let me help you before it got out of control? You know you can always come to me, for anything." This time it was Derek's turn to sigh.

"I didn't want you to be ashamed of me. I value your opinion of me, more than anyone else's. I didn't think… I didn't think I was worthy for you to help me. And that last case… it really messed me up, man. And my argument with you was just the straw on the camel's back, you know? I was so angry at myself, I thought you hated me, I thought I'd lost the last good thing in my life. So I just didn't see the point. I thought I had lost you. After last night, I'm not positive that I haven't lost you. I'm sorry. I understand if you want to leave."

As he talked, Spencer reached over and put his hand on Morgan's and scooted closer to him.

"Derek, if you had lost me, I wouldn't have gotten in that car, or called to check up on you, or come over to make sure you were okay. Who else could motivate me to actually kick down a door?" he chuckled, trying to get Morgan to laugh. It worked a little. For the first time, Morgan glanced at his bathroom door and saw that some of the wood near the lock had splintered. But he also saw a pile of towels, a pile of broken glass, and obvious blood stains. He turned to Spencer again, a look of seriousness on his face.

"There is one thing I remember from last night that I don't regret at all, Pretty Boy." he said quietly. Using what strength he had left, he pulled himself up and pulled Reid's head toward his own. Their lips met in a passionate, grateful kiss. Clooney felt the space available shrinking as Spencer moved into the kiss and jumped off the bed to go lay on his living room couch. Morgan closed the space between them; the only thing remaining was a black sheet and Derek's black and gray comforter. Spencer gently caressed Morgan's back before putting his hands on the front of his chest and running them over the older man's toned muscles. Morgan had slipped his bandaged hands under Spencer's shirt and teasingly played with his waistband, which caused the young genius to moan into Morgan's mouth. Morgan took that opportunity to slip his tongue into Spencer's, exploring behind his teeth and battling with Spencer's tongue for control. Their hips were starting to grind together, gently, of course, both of them conscious of the stress that Derek's body had undergone the night before. Morgan didn't know how much longer he could go without breathing, his lungs felt like they would burst.

This was a different kind of drowning. Again, he was denying himself air, but it made him feel more alive.

And like that, the bliss was gone as the doorbell rang.

Reid smiled as he pulled back and looked down at Morgan.

"That's JJ, she's dropping off files for me to work on from here." he said, getting up to answer the door.

"Spencer."

Reid turned around at the sound of his name, walking back towards Morgan. The older agent grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into another kiss. When they broke apart, he whispered into Reid's ear, "Wrap a sweatshirt around your waist, Pretty Boy. We don't want the team to know I give you a hard on, do we?"

Spencer blushed; he hadn't thought it had looked so obvious in the baggy sweatpants. He grabbed a sweatshirt off of Derek's dresser and did as he was told before going to meet JJ.

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