A New Lease on Life Pt. 4
A/N: Well I know that it has been some time, but here is the next addition to this drabble collection and the final part of the "A New Lease on Life" story. I am thinking about turning this little four part story into a multi-chapter fic. Let me know what you think of that. So, without further ado.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or its characters.
Words: 448
Summary: Reid has been hiding something and Morgan is sick of it. So he decides to take matters into his own hands and find out what the resident genius of the BAU is hiding. But what he finds is the last thing that he expected to see ever.
Dinner was extremely awkward to put it lightly. Reid made sure that he stayed as far away from me as humanly possible without being rude. So my frustration continued to grow as the seconds ticked by. In an attempt to lay all the cards on the table I had made a difficult situation worse. It was about a quarter to midnight when- to my surprise- Reid broke the silence.
"I'm not what you want."
I stared at him for a moment, trying my hardest to read him.
"Shouldn't I be the judge of that?"
"Well, allow me to rephrase. I'm not what you need."
"Really now? And why is that?" He needed to give me answers, clear ones, so that I could fix this.
"It doesn't take a profiler to notice that I am going down the wrong path. I mean seriously Derek, have you not noticed my tardiness to work, the sense of edginess that I give off every day, or how distant I've been?"
"Are you saying what I think you are saying?" Fear gripped my heart as I held my breath waiting for his verification.
"Yes Morgan! I'm using again! I'm using and this time I don't know if I will be able to stop. How do you think I lost my apartment? I'm-I'm already too far gone Morgan, so save yourself the restless nights, headaches, and irritation. Just let me…..just let go."
The tears began to flow down his face, leaving behind a trail that insured that I knew that Spencer was crying. His floodgates were now wide open and I was beginning to worry that he might not be able to get it closed again. There was, however, one thing that I was sure about. Spencer needed me, now more than ever and there was no way that I was going to just let him go.
"Spencer." He didn't respond so I tried again. "Pretty Boy, look at me please." I went and kneeled in front of him. Once our eyes met I spoke.
"I'm not going to let you go. I'm going to go through the restless nights and deal with the impending headaches and irritation. Why? Because I know that there will also be peaceful nights, plenty of smiles, and limitless happiness. So, stop trying to push me away because I'm not going anywhere. Whether you like it or not." When Spencer reached out and ran his thumb over my cheek I noticed that one lone tear had escaped. It hurt to see my Genius struggling, especially when I had watched the changes manifest and grow.
"Okay," was the whispered response. So I gave him a brief smile and leaned in.