A/N: Hey there once again my lovely readers. I hope that you all have been doing okay. I am deeply sorry about how long it has taken for me to get this update out. Between all the other projects I have going on I had a hard time focusing on just one. But finally here it is. Sadly though, we are almost at the end. Only a few more chapters before the ending of 'Not Ready to Lose You'. It has been a great journey so far and I hope that you all will continue to support this story as we reach our climax. So enjoy chapter 7! Remember R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or its Characters.

"I think I'm going to be sick," stated Reid as he rushed from the conference room. Morgan shot Hotch a questioning look. When he gave him a subtle nod Morgan left the room to find his partner. After a few minutes he found the younger agent puking in the men's room. Rubbing soothing circles on Reid's back Morgan whispered comforting words to his lover. It felt like hours when the puking had become dry heaves and then finally stopped.

Reid slumped back against the wall as he held his head in his hands. Morgan sat close to him attempting to give some kind of comfort. It felt like forever that they were sitting on that floor. Simply just sitting and listening to the other breathe. Morgan decided that enough was enough as he reached out and grabbed his lover's hand.

"Spence, maybe it's time that you sit this one-"

"Don't you even think about completing that statement Derek." Reid took his hand out of Morgan's as he felt his defenses go up.

"Pretty Boy this is clearly affecting you more than it should. At least go home and get some rest."

"This is affecting you just as much as it is me. Why don't you go home and get some rest?"

"This isn't about me," was the mumbled response from Morgan.

"Yeah, I get it. This isn't affecting you as much because it won't matter to you if I die. At least you will still be alive. At least when this is all over, the blood of all these victims won't be on your hands. So, you know what? You're right this isn't about you. You will be just fine." Reid stood quickly and ran from the bathroom, his hands scrubbing at his face and he fought the tears. Morgan gave a deep sigh before he decided that he better chase after Reid and fix this before the genius did something idiotic. The genius was known to get himself into more than one sticky situation because of ignorance.

Morgan exited the bathroom only to notice that Reid was nowhere in sight. "He went home." Morgan turned at the sound of Garcia's voice. She had a look on her face that said that she wasn't giving him the entire story. So he crossed his arms over his chest and gave her one look that he knew made her squirm. Eventually she cracked under the pressure. "He said that since no one really cares about him as a person and only as a victim that he was going to make it easy for us to continue on that way. Derek, he went back to his apartment."

"Shit!" exclaimed Morgan as he rushed from the FBI building to give chase to his lover. His blood boiled with anger, but nothing compared to the fear that was eating away at him. He had finally found someone that made him whole. Someone who made his life purposeful. There was no way that he was about to just let Reid through himself to the wolves.

"Thank God for the small things," muttered Morgan when he realized that Reid didn't have a car. He sped towards the train station knowing that Reid wouldn't have gotten too far. After about five minutes Morgan spotted the lithe man and pulled over to the sidewalk, jumping out immediately.

"Spencer, please don't do this."

"Why not? The only thing you all want is a victim. Well I'm trying to give you what you want," stated Reid without turning around. He was waiting with bated breath for Morgan to say something that would talk him out of this.

"Spencer that is not true. I need you to not do this. Please Pretty Boy I am begging you."

"There is nothing that I can give you anymore Morgan. I'm too weak…too afraid. You would be better off with someone else." Reid heard Morgan growl low in his throat and that is what made him turn around to stare at the dark skin agent.

"I don't ever want to hear you say that again. All I need is you. There is no one else. Now get in the damn car and let's go home…our home." Morgan opened the passenger side door and stood there until Spencer had gotten in and buckled his seatbelt.

"Now genius, tell me what was going through that big brain of yours that made you do something so stupid." Said Morgan as he put the car in gear and headed towards his house. Reid was silent for a moment and for a second Morgan thought that Reid was not going to answer him. He wasn't going to have that, but then Spencer's voice filled the car.

"I'm scared Morgan. Afraid of all the death that has occurred because of me. Afraid of the people that I could lose if he really does start to devolve. Derek I can't lose you or the team. I would rather die than let something happen to you all because of me."

"Spence, listen to me. Trying to get yourself killed is not going to help the team or this case. We need you Spence. I need you. Without you I wouldn't be able to get through this. You are much stronger than you know. So I need you to trust me enough to keep you safe. Can you do that?"

"Derek you know that I trust you with my life."

"But that doesn't answer my question. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can do that."

"Good now get your ass in the house. I will be right behind you." Morgan waited for Reid to vanish behind the door before he pulled out his cell and dialed Hotch.

"Hotchner."

"Hey Hotch, I got Reid home safe. I'm going to stay with him for a little while and then we will be back at the office."

"That's fine. And Morgan," Morgan heard the relief and desperation in his boss's voice. It was unusual for Hotch to display any emotion, but right now he was opening himself up in order to drive his point home. "Take care of him and yourself."

"Hotch I'm not the o-"

"Morgan, please just…just do it."

"Fine Hotch, I got it."

"Good I expect to see you both back here in a few hours." With those being his last words the line went dead. Morgan sighed as he got out of the car and headed towards the house. "What are we going to do? Something has to give because there is no way in hell that I am giving up my Pretty Boy."