Monster

Pretty Boy

"You know," the blonde teased on the other end of the line, "if you weren't taken, I would totally snatch you up after what you said to that nurse."
"Yeah right mama. Now to the real issue, how are we going to fix Reid's hand?" Spencer still laying on his shoulder looked around, "Derek," he whispered pointing to the cabinet. "If I can find gauze or even just a wrap I can make a stationary bandage. Even better if I can find a stent so I can't move it, but in doing that-"
"You know I'll place it if you need my help." Derek said, watching the other man turn and clamor through the cabinets.
"Oh, Derek Morgan, you are one lucky man, but I have bad luck," At home, Penolpe could end up at the hospital in 10 minutes, and if she really wanted to she could make it in 5. She waited for a response as she took a sip from her unicorn coffee mug. She sat in Indian style with fluffy socks on.
"What is it, baby girl," Derek groaned hating the situation even worse. Can the kid just not catch a break. "Oh you flatter me hunk, don't worry Reid I'm not trying to steal your man," Reid from the other side of the room looked up, his hands filled with medical equipment, and wink at Derek. He shuffled over with gauze,  a splint and tape. "But," she continued, Derek put her on speaker so he could wrap Spencer up.
"The next, and frankly only place that Boy Wonder, could get medical care is at the BAU. You both know that we have a doctor on duty 24/7." Wrapping the tape tight, to stop the bleeding, the Carmel man looked at the ivory one, waiting for him to speak.
"Do they need to know how I got it?" He asked shakily. "I don't believe so, and if they ask, lie and say you broke glass or something, okay, I'm out fill me in on the news!" The phone clicked and it was just the two men.
"I don't want to go," Spencer whispered, looking at his limp hand in the handmade splint. "You have to, I need you better."
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I have a bottle in my desk, maybe I can, he tried to shake the thought, but every time he did it seemed more persistent. I'm in so much pain, and this will take it away. I just need a little bit, and then I'll stop. He tried to reason with himself, knowing that if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop. The high was too good. You can't do this to him, he loves you. But does he really, another voice in Spencer's head spoke. The one he always hated, so negative and malice. Or does he just wanna watch you cry again as he leaves.
"Pretty Boy?" Why does he call me that? I mean I'm not as good looking as him. Hell I'm far from it. Maybe it's irony. He calls me pretty boy, because I'm not attractive to him. This is all some kind of sick joke. Nightmare and I'll wake up again. 5:00 and go to the shower.
The car stopped, but Spencer didn't notice he was to lost in thought. The car was parked in a parking garage on the BAU campus. The ivory man, scrunched up into the fetal position, started to pull on his hair, hiccuping as he tried to steady his breath. Derek knew the signs of Spencer's panic attacks, yet it still hurt him watching him struggle. Music... that will... that will get my mind off things. He reaches for the radio, trying to get it on, but he just trembled.
"That's right, take that,"  The taller, scarier of the two men said, shoving Spencer's head down into a pillow. "That's right sweet thang, just take it," Spencer could feel his hair being tugged on, and he tried to escape. He kicked and screamed...
"SPENCER WALTER REID," Spencer looked up, noticing that his eyes were filled with tears and his hands were above his head as if he was fighting someone, or something, off. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours? You know you can let me in there," Derek said taking the other man's hands, "show me," he whispered. Pushing their forheads together.
"W-Why do you call me it?" Spencer shuttered.
"Call you what? Mine? Because ever since I locked eyes on you that first day," he smiled reminiscing about it, "this shy nerd walking behind Gideon, in what I really thought was your mom's sweater," he kissed his forhead, "right then I knew I had to heave you for myself,"
"No... not that," Derek looked confused and then smirked.
"Oh! Oh mean pretty?" He asked, kissing Spencer's face, letting the kisses linger softly.
"I'm... I'm not the most attractive person there is. I'm not the most... you know." He looked at him that would explain his lack of words, and for the most part it did. Derek just shook his head. "At first I thought it was teasing. Pretty Boy... I'm not.." he sniffled.
"Honey, you have always, and will always, be the prettiest, most gorgeous thing that I have every laid eyes on. You understand that? Pretty Boy was never ironic or a joke. I was seriously complimenting you and it just stuck. It was my way of flirting with you so that we didn't get written up, but I guess I was so oblivious about it you didn't seem to notice," he chuckled at that, "all I've ever wanted to do is make you happy and take care of you. That's all that matters to me. Now please, let's get this looked at."
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The university was the same as when Derek left, well besides that he now was no longer an agent. He sucked in a breath, a little regretting leaving to go to SWATT. He regretted leaving Spencer behind, but that was all gone with the wind as he held the younger man's hand as they walked through the doors of the clinic together and looked at the receptionist.
She was an elderly women, who looked to be in her 80s and had thick glasses. Her makeup was horrid, but in a comfortable Grandma sort of way. "Name, rank and complaints." She sighed, looking up at her computer to stare at the two men. Of course they looked odd at first. One was a gangly lithe man with blood dripping from his hand and the other a broad man with his arms around him.
"Dr. Spencer Reid, SSA, BAU, and uh, I cut myself on glass shards." He winced as the woman's eyes prowled him. "The RN will be out in a moment to take you back, take a seat."