I know it's been like forever you guys. My computer has been going through a lot for the past month. It's working okay now, but Im not sure for how long. Im going to keep trying to update every chance I get. Sorry it's so short!
Reid POV
There was just too much going on right now. The man and his kids was not the worst we have ever seen, but it was sure up there with our list of terrible things. Finally at the station; we got the boxes out of the car. Bringing them into the bullpen, we saw everyone waiting on us. We put in a tape, and sat back as it begin to play.
I sat close to Derek knowing that whatever was on this tape was going to get him very upset. So I took his hand to assure that I wasn't going anywhere. As the tape played, we watched as Higgsworth played with Blake as a little kid. He had to be at least 8 at the time. The were wrestling on the bed, and Blake was laughing so hard. Then Higgsworth took in a deep breath, as his smile began to disappear, and be replaced with something different. The look of lust.
He slowly ran his hand up Blake's shirt. We could tell that Blake didn't want to do this. He got a look in his eyes that said, that he took his mind elsewhere. Higgsworth continued to move his hand around Blake's stomach. Closing his eyes, and letting out what could only be said as a deep groan. Hotch stopped the tape. Derek snatched his hand away from mine, and walked into the hallway. I looked back between him, and the rest of the team. No one knew of us being together, so I just couldn't walk after him like that. I let out a frustrated sigh, and waited a minute. Looking at Hotch. He nodded his head, and turned to go after him. In the hallway, I saw
Derek leaning his head against the wall, with his hands balled up into fists. I slowly reached up to smooth my hand over his back. I didn't want to say anything out of fear that he would start to yell. He let out a heavy sigh, and turned to me. Still leaning his head against the wall, I moved so that I was in front of him. Running my hands over his face, I brought them down to wrap around his waist. Leaning my head against his chest, we just stood there like that for a moment, not caring who walked by to see us.
Derek was in pain, and the only thing that matter right now, was making him feel better. He kissed my on my forehead, and leaned his head back against the wall. Still silent, I rubbed my head against his chest. "You going to be okay now?" I asked, in a low voice. He took a minute to answer. Probably asking himself the same question. "Yeah. I'm okay now." He pulled away from me, before anyone else could walk by and see us. "Lets go back in there." Walking past me, I knew he wasn't okay, but he was going to put on a straight face until he was.