~Moreid Oneshots~

Scars

A/n: fuck you guys [/lh] heres some angst
Tw: Self harm/scars

Spencer's Pov

It was getting late, even for me. I wanted to stay at the office for a little bit to finish up some work, but when I checked my watch, it was apparently already 9 pm.

I quickly finished what I was writing and started to get my files in order, hoping the busses were still running.

Suddenly, a door closed a little down the hall, making me jump a bit and reach for my holster.
Which wasn't there of course. I cursed myself for not having a weapon, I mean, someone could have broken in or-

My whirl-wind of thoughts was broken as I saw Derek emerge from the hallway.

"Jesus Der, you scared me," I said, slightly glaring at my boyfriend of 3 and a half months.

"Sorry babe," He said teasingly, coming closer and wrapping his arms around me. "Didn't think anyone was still here."

"Yeah, neither did I," I murmered, relaxing into his hug. The sudden memory of the PDA meeting we'd just had and the cameras surrounding the bullpen prompted me to try to shrug off his touch.

"Derek, the cameras," I whispered, hoping the Buero didn't have enough funding for quality audio.

"Garcia can just erase them." He replied, he leaned in closer, slightly tightening his arms.

"Though that is a very logical point, I still don't want to risk it." I lifted his arms off me and finished cleaning my desk.

We headed towards the elevator, Morgan creating easy conversation.

I was always a little wary of elevators after the Howard case, but Derek's voice kept my mind off it.

"We better go shopping, you've got no summer clothes," Derek playfully tugged on the sweater I was wearing, triggering panic and fear to flood my senses.

"Yeah, I guess we will," I say uncomfortably, shrugging my shoulders stiffly.

Derek's Pov

The way that Spencer reacted to having to buy summer clothes was...a little bit strange, even for him.

But I decided not to bring it up, equating it to stress or just being tired.

The car ride home was filled with Spencer's rambling, the topic of nuclators being his new obsession.

"So yeah, anyway" Spencer suddenly said, as if he'd cut himself short. It startled me a little, the abrupt ending to his info dumping. I glanced at him quickly, attempting to assess his mood.

He was looking straight ahead, eyes glued to the road spiraling before us. Something must have triggered him, launching him into dissociation.

I noted this, deciding it was best to talk about it when we got home. The rest of the ride was considerably more awkward, silence suffocating us like a woolen blanket.

"Hey, baby," I said as we pulled into our driveway. "We're here."

He looked up at me as if his head as surpassed the clouds and had been hanging around with the moon. His only acknowledgement that I said anything was a curt nod before he hurried into the apartment building.

3rd P.O.V

Derek leaped out of the vehicle, walking fast to catch up with Spencer's quick strides. He watched as Spencer took the stairs, the heavy metal door echoing into the empty parking lot.

"He needs time to think" Derek thought, but that was overrided by the reminder that thinking would only make Spencer's  situation worse.

Morgan pressed the buttons on the elevator, hoping he'll be able to beat Spencer to their apartment.