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💔Mourning💔 *FINISHED*

*TW - a few brief mentions of bl00d*

*-SPOILER CHAPTER-*
Season 10, Episode 13 will be mentioned and discussed throughout this plot. If you have not seen the episode or do not know what happens, then I suggest you please don't read this, the last thing I want to do is spoil anything. That being said, if you have seen it, then be my guest, and grab some tissues because this is gonna be a long, tear-jerking story that's much different from my other chapters :3

-you have been warned-

Spencer parked the car, taking a moment to collect himself. He got out and slowly made his way inside the cabin...

A week....it had only been a week since Gideons death, and Spencer was still far from accepting it. The young genius took it especially hard; with the exception of Derek, he hadn't talked to anyone on the team since the case. As soon as they got back, he locked himself in his and Dereks room, obsessed with the tabletop chess board like he and Gideon used to play on.
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It was a particularly gloomy morning at the BAU headquarters, and Spencer was late...which was very unlike the male. Everyone was concerned when the time passed from 20 to 45 minutes late. An hour later, a disheveled, exhausted looking Reid shuffled out of the elevator, looking skinnier and paler than usual. No one said a word as he slid into his chair, quietly staring into the surface of the desk. Aaron shot Derek a worried look, and the brown eyed man nodded, carefully making his way over to Spencer "Hey Pretty Boy.." he said softly, kneeling beside him "We were all worried when you came in late...everything ok?"

Spencer looked up at his boyfriend with red, tear-stained eyes "Nothing is ok" he mumbled in monotone, before getting up and quickly rushing to Dereks office, slamming the door. Derek sighed, holding his head in his hand "I don't know what to do.." he told the rest of the team "He's been like this all week...he hasn't eaten or slept for days, and I'm beyond concerned at this point.."

JJ chimed in "He was closer to Gideon than most of us were...just give him time, Morgan" She looked up to see a panicked-looking Garcia rush to the Round Table room "And now there's a case.." she sighed and hopped off her desk, following Emily to the conference room.

Aaron and Dave shared a look "You and Spencer sit this one out..hes not in the right headspace right now, and he needs you now more than ever" David told Morgan, Hotch nodding in agreement.

"Thanks guys...Keep me updated" he grabbed Spencer's satchel and coat, slowly opening his office door "Baby..? You alright?" he knew it was a loaded question, but he still wanted to ask. He went to the curled-up ball in the floor and sat beside him, one knee extended, one tucked against him as he sighed, rubbing Spencer's arm. "It's ok, baby..I know it's hard right now...." he trailed off, trying not to sound like every other cliche person who's consoling someone grieving. It was no use; Spencer had completely shut down, and there was no getting him to listen or speak at the moment, so Derek sat there quiet for a few minutes humming their song softly, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall.

After a while, Spencer silently sat up, hugging his knees as he sniffed, staring at the floor "B-But...w-wh-why him..?" he whispered, voice hoarse from crying "Gideon w-..w-was good...he was a go-g-good guy..h-e d-didnt des-..s-serve-.." his voice caught as he stuttered. He did that when he was upset or emotional. Spencer harshly bit his shaking lip, drawing blood as anger boiled inside him "Th-This isnt f-f-fair!" he stomped his heel to the floor, growling aloud in frustration.