~Moreid Oneshots~

Morning, Love

A/n: I am *TIRED* and I haven't written in a while, but I hope y'all like it :] (also it's 5 am and some change here so keep that in mind <3)

Tw:
Blood
Gunshot wound
Nightmare
Mention of self-harm and drug use

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Morgan rolled over, seeing his boyfriend of 1 year laying next to him. The sungrazing flitting through the leaves and shining on his skin, making it seem like he was glowing.

But then he'd started to notice the small things, details that would better be left unnoticed. The way his hair stuck to his face and how his skin was slick like he'd been sweating all night.

Derek pondered over this for a bit, brushing his hand over Spencer's shoulder, surprised at how... clammy it felt. He tried to rub a little warmth into it before deciding their comforter would do the trick.

He tugged on their comforter, bringing it up to cover up almost all of Reid. His head and mop of curly hair peaked through, reminding Derek that he needed a haircut.

He slipped out of the sheets and put a shirt on, walking into the kitchen and getting out the things he needed for breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, the works. And definitely a fresh cup of coffee, with two tablespoons of sugar. 

He plated them, then placed them on a small tray. He thought it'd be something nice for Spencer.

He starts to hear his name being called frantically and he puts the tray down and runs to the bedroom, fearful of why Spencer was calling him like that.

He opens the door, seeing Spencer shaking violently under the covers. He quickly walks over to the bed, seeing him crying.

"Hey, hey, you alright?" He asked softly, gently shaking him when he realized that Reid was still asleep.

"DEREK NO," Reid's shout rang out in their bedroom. He jolted up, apparently fully awake.

"Baby, baby, I'm right here, it's okay we're safe," Derek gently sat down infront of Reid, wanting desperately to comfort him with his touch, but knowing he shouldn't, not wanting to make his lover's situation worse.

Spencer's eyes focused on him and he tried to take deep breaths. Even in his post-nightmare state, he remembered the signals that Derek and him talked about.

He started to pull on his earlobe, signaling to Derek that he could touch him. Derek let out a sigh of relief, moving quickly to wrap Spencer in his arms.

"It's okay honey, you're okay," He gently rocked Spencer as he whispered reassurances.

"I was so worried...you weren't th-ere" Spencer said once he'd calmed down, well calmed down enough to talk.

"Don't worry, I'm here baby, I'm here," Spencer snuggled into him more, almost like he was trying to keep him there.

Spencer could hear Derek's heart beat in his chest, a stark contrast from his dream. He tried to close his eyes, but flashbacks of his dream surfaced and he tensed up.

"You're okay, we're safe" Morgan ran his hand through Spencer's hair, hoping it would calm him down.

"Yeah, we're safe, we're safe," Spencer said, almost to himself as he traced his fingers, trying to self soothe.

"Okay, okay, I'm okay," Spencer gently moved himself off of Derek, trying to convince himself that he was okay.

"You sure?" Derek questioned, knowing that it wasn't that easy to get over a nignightmare, especially as bad as that one.

"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry about that," He got up and walked out of the room, presumably to the bathroom.

Derek watched him walk out, confusion and concern mixing on his face. Just a minute ago, Spencer was too shaken to talk, but now he was fine? He'd done this before, but never this quickly.

Derek decided to follow him, knowing that something was off. The worst came to the forefront of his mind-Spencer could be using again or cutting or-

His thoughts cut off as he heard soft sobs from the bathroom. He lightly tried the door know, hoping not to scare Spencer.

It was unlocked, so he slowly peeked his head in, seeing Spencer by the sink. Thankfully, there were no..."tools" by him.

"Spencer, baby, you know you don't have to ashamed of your nightmares," Derek said softly, figuring that's why Reid had  left.

"I know Der, but...this one just...it was reallh bad," Spencer said, simplifying it in an attempt to feel better.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Derek slowly came into the room, wrapping his arms around Spencer lovingly.

"I wouldn't want to dump that on you Der," Spencer said quietly, placing his hands on Morgan's.

"I'm your boyfriend, its my job," Derek snuggled his head into the crook of Spencer's neck, his breatg causing goosebumps to break out across his neck.

Spencer's mind raced trying to think of where to start, or even if he should start, but the soft weight of Derek's head on his shoulder grounded him.

"We should probably sit down then," He said finally, releasing himself from Derek's grasp and heading to the kitchen island, where Derek had left the plates.

"Okay baby, whenever you're ready," He said, sitting across from Spencer as he intertwined their fingers.

Spencer took a deep breath, coming up with a cohesive story line for what his brain came up with last night.

They'd been on this case for a week, the unsub evading them at every possible point, but they had something that the unsub didn't-Derek.

Derek had been able to find the connection between the local baseball teams and their unsub, ultimately leading them to finding the unsub.

But the case struck a cord for Derek, the unsub manipulating those kids made him reckless, though, could you blame him?

He'd rushed in and the unsub was waiting for us. He'd shot at Derek, one hitting him right in the thigh, narrowly missing the femoral artery.

It still bleed out like a bitch. Hotch had told Reid to stay back, get an paramedics and try to take care of his wound.

Reid hadn't seen where he was shot, only the blood that was drenching his thigh.

He ripped off part of his shirt, tying it in a tourniquet around his thigh. Taking care off the wound was his first priority, though the sounds of Derek's pain flowed into his ears and shattered him.

"It's gonna be okay, you're gonna be fine" He said, quickly moving to grab something-anything-to dress the wound, until a hand wrapped around his wrist.

"Spencer, I love you," Derek said, almost in a whisper, as he promptly passed out into Spencer's arms.

Reid grasped onto him for dear life, trying to will him back to consciousness. He was wrapped into his own bubble of grief, whispering words of fear and dread.

Suddenly, hands reached in and popped the bubble, dragging Derek away. He was filled with relief, hopping into the ambulance and watched as the paramedics buzzed around him, trying to keep him alive.

He lived, of course. But the thing that scared Spencee was what if he didn't...what if the unsub had shot a little to the right or the ambulance came too late or...that's was plagued Slencer's sleeping hours, the what ifs.

He told Derk all of this, the fear the enveloped him even with a fully alive Derek not inches away.

"Jesus, baby, I had no clue," Derek said, mostly shocked by Spencer's words. "I'm so sorry,"

"No, no, no," Spencer quickly reassured him, "I just get worried,"

"Honey, I know, but you shouldn't have to be this worried," He came around the island and hugged Spencer tightly.

"I love you, Derek," He said, muffled by Derek's shoulder.

"I love you too, Dr. Spencer Reid," He squeezed him a little tighter, wanting to keep him close forever.