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Spencer Will Be Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 12864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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If you haven’t read Spencer Meets the Morgans yet, what are you waiting for? Lol, just kidding. If you haven’t read that story yet, it introduces Derek’s immediate family. All of Derek’s nieces and nephews are via his older sister Sarah. She has two children with her first husband and three with her second, Aki. Aki (who is Japanese) has two children from his first marriage. Desiree is unmarried and has no children.
MORGAN FAMILY TREE:
Mother: Fran Sisters: Sarah (49, born 1964), Desiree (29, born 1984)
Sarah & Ty Williams (high school sweethearts, married for 7 years until he divorces her and marries his pregnant girlfriend) Children: Cassandra (29, born 1984) and Isiah (26, born 1987).
Aki & Ren Takada (childhood friends & somewhat of an arranged marriage, married for ten years until her death). Children: Mi (25, born 1988) and Ryuu (24, born 1989).
Sarah & Aki Takada (45, born 1968) (married 14 years). Children: Kiaria (12, born 2001), Darius (10, born 2005), and Damien (10, born 2005).
Cassandra & Michael Washington (married 5 years). Children: Clayton (22 months, born 2012)
Mi Takada & Miguel Torres (27, born 1986) (dating four years).

Barry Kryupt rides the high of murdering Derek Morgan for days. He is all over the news! Everyone knows his name. Barry is no longer an invisible nobody. He is dangerous! He is feared! He devours every clip, every piece written about him. Barry is a somebody for the first time in his life and he loves it. People know him. It is what he’s always craved but never gotten. *And all I had to do was kill an FBI agent! I should have done it years ago!*
The media feeds him, sustains him as he waits to get Spencer in his arms.
The media is salivating for a shot of his beautiful Spencer. They know about the relationship between Spencer and the now deceased Derek Morgan. A paper had done an article about openly gay law enforcement officers this year and Spencer and Morgan were included.
They want to capture Spencer’s pink, trembling lips, his gorgeous caramel eyes wet with tears. Spencer’s gorgeous, sorrowful face is the perfect thing to sell the news. But his Spencer has not been seen since the press conference the morning after Barry killed Morgan but not for lack of trying. The media has yet to stop looking but no one knows where he is hiding. The media cannot find him and neither can Barry. The most obvious places are the BAU and his home but he hasn’t been seen at either place. As far as Barry knows, Spencer has not been back to the house since that night. He has not gone to work since the morning after Barry killed Morgan either. The media finally identified the body guards still trailing the BAU. The head of LM Security, Lucas McWills, was the one that had been with Morgan. His home and the homes of all the BAU people have been overrun at one time or another by the media hoping to get a sound bite or a glimpse of a grieving Spencer.
But all that will change soon. Morgan’s wake is tonight. Spencer will have to be there and so will he. Barry hopes he’ll have to chance to steal his Spencer away or at the very least discover where he is hiding. Murdering Morgan has given him a renewed sense of calm; he has the patience to wait for the perfect opportunity to get his love. The fates are on his side, sooner or later, they will gift Spencer to him. With Morgan gone, there is no one left to stop him. No one to stand in his way. Barry will show Spencer. He will make him see that he, not Morgan, is the love of his life. Spencer cannot refuse him, Barry won’t let him.
Together they will be perfect. Their love and their kills will be legendary. They will be the most famous killing duo of all time. More famous than Bonnie and Clyde.
The time of the wake is fast approaching; Barry puts on a different realistic mask. He is thankful for his mother’s sister, who was a makeup artist. She was a mousy woman that formed a kinship with an equally invisible child. She taught him all she knew and because of her, Barry will be able to attend Morgan’s funeral without being recognized. He looks himself over very carefully, ensuring the mask looks completely natural. Ready, Barry dresses and leaves. His excitement makes him tremble, he’ll see Spencer again!
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The mood at Derek Morgan’s wake ebbs and flows between tears and laughter. Derek’s immediate family is spread throughout the large room. LM Security blends into the crowd, keeping a careful eye on both their charges and on the crowd for possible threats. The beautiful casket is closed as per Derek’s wishes.
His mother, Fran, sticks close to Spencer. The pair of them takes comfort in each other, their love for Derek binding them together.
Derek’s younger sister, Desiree, is telling the story of the time she accidently ruined one of Derek’s treasured football cards. “He was furious. It was the year Derek grew and bulked up. He wasn’t being picked on anymore and he was obsessed with football,” Desiree says.
Fran has a bittersweet smile on her lips. “The card was very special to Derek. It was one of the last cards his father gave him before he was killed.”
Desiree remembers, “I was only five and was so crushed that my hero, my older brother, was mad at me.”
"Desiree drew him a football card to replace it,” Fran recalls fondly.
Spencer smiles, “He still has it, you know. Derek keeps it in his desk in one of those fancy card displays.”
Desiree’s eyes fill and her smile wobbles dangerously. The others can see just how much that means to her.
Across the room, Emily, Penelope and David are huddled with Derek’s brother-in-law, Aki, and his two children, Mi and Ryuu, as well as Mi’s fiancé Miguel. Both agents are reminiscing about the infamous prank war between Derek and Spencer. David laughs, “Derek gave Spencer’s name and number to the press. Spencer got so many calls. Mio dio, I have never seen Spencer lose it like that. And he knew Derek was responsible. Derek was pretty smug about it.” Rossi chuckles at the memory.
Emily continues, “Spencer got him back on the plane. He messed with Derek’s ipod and phone until all Derek heard was Spencer’s screams. The war was on then. They went back and forth for a while until Derek crossed the line.”
Dave shudders, “Never mess with Spencer’s coffee. Never.”
Emily finishes, “Spencer got him back good though. He told a bachelorette party at a club that Derek was the old spice guy. The women went crazy! Tore Derek’s shirt off and everything; Derek had no idea why the women were going so nuts. Derek willingly surrendered after that.”
Like the others, Penelope laughs even despite the tears shining in her eyes.
Josh and Luc stand in the middle of a group of Derek’s close friends, remembering one of the bets they’d made together. “The loser had to wear a dress to a club. Derek lost,” Josh recalls laughingly. “My god did he look ridiculous. The dress was a sleeveless and neon pink. You could not miss him if you tried. But he did it. I still can believe he didn’t back out. Although that’s mostly because of Spencer, he coaxed him into it.” Josh smiles fondly, “Spencer could talk Derek into anything. Derek wore that thing as uncomfortable as he was for the whole night.”
Lucas adds, “The shots definitely helped.”
Josh chuckles, “They certainly did. He may have been wasted but he had fun, dress or no dress. And as long as he had Spencer on his arm, he was happy.”
In another area, parents and children gather. Aaron is there with Jack, as well as JJ, Will, and Henry. Sarah, Derek’s sister, is there with her three youngest: Kiara, Darius, and Damien. Cassandra, Sarah’s oldest, sways with her almost two year old son, Clay, sleeping against her shoulder. Derek’s aunt, Yvonne and her daughter, Cindi and Cindi’s son, Anthony, are present too. Kiara leans against her mother, solemn. Jack, remembering his mother, is equally somber. The twins, Darius and Damien are starting to get twitchy from the heavy mood.
Cassandra’s husband, Michael walks up with a book in his hand. Addressing Aaron, JJ, and Will, he offers, “If it is okay with you, I’m taking some of the younger children into another room. I am going to read them The BFG.” Hotch looks to Jack, who perks up a bit. It is one of his favorites and his Uncle Spencer knows it by heart! Henry’s excitement is less hidden as he bounces up and down, “Uncle Spence reads that to me and he doesn’t even need the book to ‘member all the words!” Happy to let the children escape the mood of the wake, Aaron, Will, and JJ all give their permission. Michael leads the children out. Aaron meets eyes with Keanu and Lola, who nod in recognize and trail protectively after the children.
Sarah sighs, “I always thought Derek would have a bunch of kids. He loved children and they adored him. He would have been an incredible father.”
JJ replies, “They’ve talked about it, him and Spencer. About kids. As far as I know, they were still considering their options.”
“Derek and Spencer would have been amazing fathers. I never thought I’d say that about Spencer, considering the Reid Effect but Henry proved that wrong,” Aaron says.
“Henry worships his Uncle Spence and Uncle Derek,” Will drawls slowly in his New Orleans accent.
The only member of the immediate Morgan family unable to make it back for Derek’s wake and funeral is Isiah. Currently overseas in the army, Isiah was denied leave to attend.
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Barry stands outside with the rest of the crowd. The wake is heavily guarded and no one gets in without their name on the list. Only family and friends are allowed inside. He weaves through the crowd, eating it all up. People know him, they fear him. The tears, the sorrow, the anger, the fear, Barry loves it all. He walks among them and they don’t even know! He could rip off his mask and they’d recognize him. They’d run and scream in terror. Because of him!
People know his face! He killed a decorated FBI agent! Him! Barry Kryupt!
He has found his calling. Barry is a predator. A killer. And with Spencer at his side, Barry will be unstoppable.
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The crowd suddenly quiets and then the media people clamor for a sound bite or a shot of the murdered agent’s family. Law enforcement officers protect Spencer and Morgan’s family from the press. Barry gets a glimpse of his precious Spencer. *Fuck but he’s beautiful.* Spencer is flanked by his regular guard and the one that had been with Morgan that night.
Barry knows he doesn’t have a prayer here. There are cops and FBI agents everywhere. He can’t get to Spencer, at least not yet. Barry follows as Spencer is hustled to a SUV with blacked out windows. The chaos makes it impossible for him to get to his car in time to follow.
Barry goes home empty handed. The funeral is tomorrow; maybe the fates will smile upon him.
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The day of the funeral is a still, sunny day. The cemetery quiets respectfully as the casket is eased out of the hearse. Spencer stands tall and somber, holding all his emotion inside. The six pallbearers grasp their handles and lift. Spencer and Aaron are in the front, with Josh and Emily in the middle, and JJ and Dave at the end. With reverence, they carry Derek’s casket slowly to the awaiting open grave.
Spencer takes his seat in the front row with Fran, Desiree, Kiara, Sarah, Darius, and Derek’s aunt, Yvonne. Behind them, sits the rest of the family. Damien is flanked by his father, Aki, and half-brother, Ryuu. Michael and Cassandra with baby Clay sit beside Derek’s cousin, Cindi, and her son, Anthony. Mi and Miguel sit behind them with David, Penelope, Hotch and Jack. Emily, Josh, JJ, Will, and Henry fill out the next row of chairs.
Lucas, Mbizi, and Sean stand around the chairs, scanning the crowd constantly for any sign of trouble. Keanu and Bobby use their superior height to weave through the masses, eyes out for danger. Evelyn is hidden in a sniper’s nest, prepared to take out any threat that arises.
A local choir begins with Derek’s favorite hymn “Abide With Me.”
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
when other helpers fail and comfort flee,
help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Spencer trembles, feeling the same shiver run through Fran. They clutch hands even as the tears start to fall.
I need thy presence every passing hour;
what but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
Sobs escape as the vocalists sing in beautiful harmony. Derek’s family clings together in their grief.
I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s dark sting? Where, grave, they victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
The weeping only gets louder, spreading throughout the crowd as the song continues.
Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
The choir finishes with sweet passion and soft strength. The sounds of grief are the only sounds that fill the silent cemetery.
After a moment to collect himself, the pastor begins to speak.
The soothing words wash over the hushed crowd, quieting the harsh weeping of the mourners.
When it is time for eulogies, Aaron is the first to step up. “I knew and worked with Derek for 12 years. When you spend as much time together as my team does, you learn a lot about each other.” Aaron continues with a smile, “Derek was a deceivingly complex man. If you only looked at his surface, all you saw was the easy-going, macho, confident flirt. But Derek was much more than that. At his core, Derek was a tremendously loyal and giving person. Without hesitation, he would give you the shirt off his back or step in front of a bullet to protect someone he loved. When he loved, he loved deeply.” Aaron’s eyes go to Derek’s close friends, “He loved his friends.” He looks to the Morgan family. “He loved his family.” Then, Aaron’s eyes settle on Spencer “And most of all, he loved Spencer Reid.”
Spencer cannot fight the wracking sobs that assault his slight form. He knows he was the love of Derek’s life, just as Derek was his. Not even his death can change that. There will never be anyone else. Tears run down his face as Fran wraps her arms around him. She rocks him comfortingly as if he were a child. Too lost in his grief, Spencer hears nothing else. Not the glowing words, the loving memories, the sorrow, the happiness, or the humor in the eulogies that follow.
At the closing of the service, Derek’s family and close friends rise. The BAU, Josh, and Derek’s other close friends all hold a single, yellow rose to signify friendship and caring. One by one, they gently lay their rose on top of the casket. Derek’s family is next, each holding a single, red rose to represent love. Again, one by one, they lay a rose atop Derek’s final resting place.
Spencer is last. In his hand, he holds a red tulip, a purple iris, and a white gladiolus. Spencer chose the flowers with careful consideration. The red tulip is for true love. The purple iris is for wisdom as an apt representation of himself. The gladiolus symbolizes strength of character, faithfulness, and honor; a fitting representation of Derek. The beautiful white gladiolus is also chosen to indicates remembrance. For Spencer will always remember Derek and their love will never die. It lives on in Spencer, always.
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Barry hangs back in the crowd, invisible. No one notices him, not even the two large guards patrolling. Throughout the service, Barry’s emotions swing wildly. He celebrates that he is the cause of this: all the grief, all the sorrow. Yet, Barry is infuriated that Morgan receives such attention at his death. *He doesn’t deserve this! The tears and the grief! He is nothing! He was nothing! That brute isn’t worthy of this!* It takes everything within him to keep silent, to contain his fury. Barry comforts himself,*He is dead and I’m alive. Nothing and no one can stop me! I will have Spencer. Soon, he will be in my arms. Soon…*
When the funeral ends, Barry follows the crowd as they drudge away from the gravesite, leaving the cemetery empty except Morgan’s friends, family, the guards, and the cemetery workers. The family and the BAU remain behind to say their final goodbyes, their guards with them. He gets in his car and takes out the electronic device he bought. Barry smiles, *You can’t hide from me anymore, my dear Spencer.*
Now all he has to do is wait for his opportunity. It does not take long for the sympathy flowers he sent, along with a hidden tracking device, to start moving. The electronic gadget is working just as he planned. He will know where Spencer is hiding. Finally, he will get his chance. Spencer can’t hide from him and they’ll be together just as he planned.
The tracker leads Barry to the McWills home. All that’s left to do is wait.
Barry curls up in the back of the car as he waits, snuggled up in his sleeping bag. The hours both seem to drag and fly by. His excitement flares and falls during the time he waits.
By the time it is completely dark, Barry is considering going home for the night. Yet just as he is about to uncurl from the backseat, an outside light turns on and a familiar figure comes out of the house, blissfully alone. Barry is ecstatic to see Spencer without his ever present body guard. *Spencer is ALONE! Tonight is the night. I will have him in my arms and I’ll never let him go. Finally, we can be together!* Barry scrambles to the front seat and turns on his car.
Spencer gets into a SUV and drives off. Barry follows Spencer carefully; he cannot lose him. This is the perfect opportunity. Spencer is practically being given to him on a platter; Barry cannot waste it.
In no time, Barry realizes where Spencer is going: the cemetery. He cuts his lights; otherwise his Spencer will realize he is being followed. Sweet justice. Barry will steal Spencer away from Morgan, literally stealing him from the site of Morgan’s grave. Spencer will forget all about Morgan soon enough. Barry is a somebody now and far more worthy of Spencer than Morgan ever was.
Spencer quickly exits the vehicle and uses his flashlight to light his way as he hurries toward Morgan’s grave. Barry cautiously gathers his things: cuffs and his guns. *It’s time.*
Barry approaches Spencer, who is kneeling before his dead lover’s grave. The flashlight rests on the grave, illuminating the chiseled words of the gravestone. When Barry gets close enough, he can hear his love talking to Morgan’s grave.
“I’m so sorry Derek. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”
Barry growls softly. *Spencer shouldn’t grieve over him. He doesn’t deserve it! Only I am worthy of Spencer!* He can’t take it anymore. Barry’s voice breaks the eerie silence of the graveyard. “Spencer.”
Spencer starts and turns around abruptly. He stutters in disbelief, “Y—you!”
Barry smiles, “It’s me, Spencer. I’ve come for you, just like I promised. That brute is gone and now we can be together. You are mine. We are destined to be together. Forever, my love.”
Spencer holds his hands before his body as if to hold the man off. He shakes his head violently, mumbling “No, no,” too quietly to be heard.
Barry continues earnestly, “Everyone will know us, they’ll fear us. We will be unstoppable together.”
“You mean now that Derek is dead. Now that you’ve killed him,” Spencer accuses bitingly.
“Yes. I killed him. For you, for me, for us. Without him, no one can keep us apart.”
Spencer looks behind Barry’s right shoulder, clearly seeing something.
Barry turns around and sees a black, menacing blob approaching. Then, Spencer lifts the flashlight, the arc slowly crawling to the dark blob.
From the darkness, a deep voice murmurs “Boo.”
Barry startles and gasps, whispering in disbelief, “You. No, no, no!”
Within the cast of Spencer’s flashlight stands a dead man.
Barry stares horrified at the sight of Derek Morgan, the man he had killed. “No! I killed you! You can’t be alive! I shot you; I saw the bullets hit your chest! You’re dead!” Fear runs through him. *This isn’t how it was supposed to go. Spencer was to be mine! Morgan should be dead!*
Derek grins menacingly, “Did you think I’d let something as insignificant as death stop me? Spencer is mine.”

You didn’t actually think I’d kill Derek for real, did you?
Thanks to Melle22 on AO3 I realized that I didn't cite the prank idea where Spencer tricked women at the club into thinking Derek was the Old Spice guy. I could have sworn I added that to my notes but somehow in my excitement to post this chapter I must have missed it. The idea is not mine, I lovingly borrowed it from kuriadalmatia's "Look at Your Man..." story. It is too awesome to pass up! You can find the story on AO3.
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