Reid x Derek (Criminal Minds)

Chapter 4

There will be a trigger warning and an alternate ending for those who get triggered.

Derek POV
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I look up to see Prentiss open the door, falling down along the way. "Sorry Derek." She says through heavy laughter. "We were- we were playing a game." She said, getting off the floor.  "Wait... Why is Reid sleeping on your lap? Wait, why is he crying? Is he ok?" She said voice dropping and raising at the same time. "Just, be quiet and get down there before Hotch gets mad." I say in a hushed tone, to not wake Reid.
4 hours later & Reid POV
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I wake up to my phone ring, and fumble to answer the call. I answer and here a saddened, yet professional voice. "Dr. Spencer Reid, I am sorry to say, your mother succumbed to her injuries. " Derek overheard and pulled me into a fight hug, pressing me to his chest, rocking me and kissing my forehead. "This can't be. Why did it have to be her? She can't be dead. She is stronger than this, she can't have died." Reid stuttered out, hyperventilating. I try doing everything to comfort him, but nothing is working. I grab his face gently and pull it up to mine. I place my lips gently on his to distract him and stop him from rambling about how he could have prevented it and how it can't be true. He freezes for a moment before kissing back, relaxing his body. He climbs on my lap, legs wrapped around my waist for better comfort. I wrap my arms around him, moving my arms up and down his back in a comforting manner. My lips trail down to his neck and he let's out a small moan. I bring my lips back up to his and lick his lips for entrance. He let's me in immediately and my tounge explores his mouth. He pulls at my shirt, and I pull away. "I'm not sure about this. I would be taking advantage of you in a weak state. We should save that for a special time." I say sorrowfully. "Ok, that would be better." He responds his voice shaky from crying. He gets up and walks over to his bag. He goes to the bathroom with it and comes out a little bit later. He is wearing a tight red dress with a cut down the side. His hair is in a half pony tail with braids. I smile at him as he walks back over to me and grabs my hands. I stand up and he turns on some music. He puts one hand on my shoulder and grabs my hand with the other. I put my hand on his side and pull him close. We sway to the music and he puts his head on my shoulder. My phone starts to ring and we slowly pull away.  "Morgan" I say into the phone. "Derek, you need to head to 285 West Road" Hotch says in a hurried tone. The background noice told me that he was already on the way there. "Reid, I have to head out for a bit, will you be ok?" I say, turning around to see him reply. "Uh yeah...  I um... Yeah, I'll be fine." He says, forcing a smile that refuses to appear. I slightly smile, walking over to him to kiss his forehead. Then I turn around and walk out the door         Reid's POV
***Trigger Warning***
There will be an alternate ending as a different chapter.
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It feels like he's been gone for hours, but its only been 10 minutes. I can't take this. My phone starts to ring and I pick up the phone. "Dr. Reid, we would like to know if you will be flying down and planning the funeral, or if we need to." The man said, sorrow in his voice. "Can we um talk about this later. Thanks bye" I say, hanging up the phone before they can say anything. I curl up on the bed as tears start streaming down my face. Thoughts start streaming through my mind, what if Derek is just tired of dealing with me, what if everyone is better off without me, what if I'm better off dead. At first, I try to deny it, but then they seem so much more real. I get up and walk to the bathroom, vision blurry from tears. I fill the bathtub with water and get in with, still fully clothed. I put my head under the water to clear my thoughts and then sit up. I grab a box and open it up. New razors. I fumble to grab one and put the rest down. I put it to my wrist, letting out a shaky breath. I press down and drag the blade up my arm, to my elbow. I stung so much and I was starting to feel light headed as the clear water turned red, but I switched to the other arm and did the same thing. It stung so bad, yet I felt so relieved. I started calling out to Derek faintly, but he was still on the case. I heard my phone ring, but couldn't move. I felt myself getting more and more light headed before everything went dark.