For BbyStarlette, she suggested a sequel…so here goes.
I do not own Criminal Minds.
I found out that, if they had arrived 10 minutes later, I would have been dead.
I also found out that I didn't want to be dead. I wanted help, but was so used to taking care of myself, I didn't know how to ask.
Morgan found it amusing that the two things I didn't know, everyone else did.
They love me and would not be better off without me.
If I needed help, all I had to do was ask.
As a result of my survival though, I was taken out of the field and forced to take a 6 week vacation. Garcia offered to let me stay with her, but after a few days of dancing around her and Kevin, I moved back into my apartment.
So she freaked.
And forced Morgan to let me move in with him.
She said, and I quote, "My boys need to take care of each other."
Morgan asked Strauss if we could just switch my address to his, because, apparently, Garcia and him had gone behind my back and discovered that I had a hard time making my payments because of the expensive of my mother's facility.
Their other arguments were that we barely lived in our apartments and that it would be easier to take care of each other, meaning me.
At first, I argued. I slowly began to realize that by having to pay only half of my previous rent amount meant that I could buy more books. **insert awkward Reid smile here**
Whenever I had the itch to use, someone was always there for me. In those first few weeks, I depended on Derek more than anyone else ever.
We told each other our pasts. We told each other our thoughts. We helped each other through our nightmares.
After four months of being on desk work, I was finally allowed back on the field.
I still lived with Derek. We still helped each other. We became closer.
I stopped living only in my brain. I stopped using drugs to escape. I learned to ask for help. I learned how important I was to this family.
I never want to leave this family. I've finally come home.