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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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When Spencer wakes up the next morning there is a heavy ball of dread deep inside him. Today is Derek’s funeral and tonight the trap will be sprung. Hours from now Barry Kryupt’s fate will be determined. Spencer wishes it could just be tomorrow and all of this would be over. That he and Derek could go back to their lives without having to constantly look over their shoulders. He lightly strokes Derek’s chest, reluctant to move from his love’s comforting embrace.
Derek has been awake for hours, barely able to sleep. He plays with Spencer’s hair, the familiar touch soothing them both. Inside Derek is jittery, anxious to finally come out of hiding and be able to stop the man that has been terrorizing Spencer and killing innocent people. Tonight Barry Kryupt will be stopped by any means necessary.
Spencer’s alarm goes off, breaking the comfortable silence. With a sigh Spencer lifts his head off Der’s very comfortable chest. Derek sits up, leaning on his elbow as he looks at Spencer. “I wish you didn’t have to do this, Pretty Boy.”
“I know, Der. But by this time tomorrow, it’ll be over. We can get back to our lives, together.”
Derek smiles fondly, “Together.” He tilts his head back. Spencer smiles and leans down. Their lips meet for a sweet but passionate kiss. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.” Spencer can’t resist giving Derek another quick kiss before he drags himself toward the shower.
After dressing, Derek goes to the kitchen to find his other FBI guard already awake and cooking breakfast. He can hear Javier working out in another room. Derek starts fixing Spencer’s coffee and then gets a cup for himself. Spencer soon comes strolling in and Mbizi shows up a second after him. The Egyptian has an almost eerie sense of Spencer’s comings and goings. Every morning he arrives within seconds of Spencer. A part of Derek approves as that means Mbizi is always aware of where Spencer is.
Breakfast is silent. All of them know this is the make or break day. All their plans, all the hiding, all the lies will come to a head tonight at the site of Derek’s grave.
Spencer is reluctant to leave. He won’t see Derek again today, not until he reveals himself at the cemetery. Spencer shuffles toward the door, wishing there was another way. Derek opens his arms and Spencer settles into them gratefully. The warm, familiar embrace centers him. In Derek’s arms he is safe and nothing and no one can harm him. Derek is almost overwhelmed by the swell of love he feels for Spencer. He never feels stronger than when Spencer is in his arms. Their lips meet, both of them pouring every ounce of love they have burning inside of them into the kiss. This is it and they know it. “I love you, Derek.”
Derek thumbs Spencer’s cheek gently, “And I you.”
One last kiss and they separate. The next time they are together, they’ll have a cold blooded killer between them.
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While the others are at the funeral, Javier, the other agent, and Derek leave the safe house for the first time. They hit a gun range first. Derek settles as he fires his gun; it has been too long since he last was able to shoot. When he finishes his clip, he pushes the button and waits for his target sheet to come to him. The close clusters of his shots give him grim satisfaction. Taking a human life isn’t easy but Derek will not hesitate to do so to protect his Spencer. Barry Kryupt will not be allowed to hurt him any longer, not after tonight. One way or another Kryupt’s reign of terror will end.
After the range, Derek and his guards go to a different safe house, one that is close to the cemetery. Derek is thankful for the mini gym and works out to keep his mind off of Spencer and his family. All he can do is wait.
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The funeral is hard. For Spencer and for all the Morgans. Despite most of them knowing Derek is alive, their grief is real. His dangerous job and his protective manner could one day get him killed for real. They all know this and in their dark moments have imagined it.
The gathering afterward isn’t any easier: all the condolences, the grim and sorrowful faces, and the tears. But they endure until they can escape to the McWills’ home. The lie can’t yet be dropped but at least they can relax a little. Spencer sticks close to Fran, drawing strength from her. When it finally becomes too much, Spencer escapes it all by hiding in Josh’s studio. His silent shadow follows but leaves him to his thoughts.
Some minutes later, Josh comes in to find him staring out the window blankly. He locks the door and asks, “How are you doing, Spencer?”
Spencer looks up, taking a few moments to consider how to answer. “Okay. It has been a long day.”
“Are you ready for this? For tonight?”
“I am. I want this to be over. Emily found the tracking device in the flowers. Kryupt knows I’m here.”
Josh’s expression turns worried. “Be careful, okay? Both of you.”
Spencer grants him a small smile. “We will be.”
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Hours later, it is just the BAU, their guards, Josh, Luc, Spencer, and Derek’s family. The others left long ago and the kids are asleep. Spencer is off to the side readying himself for the trap. This will be the first time he’s been out alone for a long time. His ever present shadow, Mbizi, won’t be with him. Spencer will be face to face with his stalker, a man that has killed and would likely kill again just to have him. The man that tried to kill his Derek.
Ready, Spencer stands and the room goes silent. They all know what this means. No one says a word just as Spencer had asked. Spencer leaves his family and his friends behind without hesitation, knowing they are watching him walk away.
Taking a deep breath, Spencer ‘sneaks’ out of the house alone and gets into the vehicle, starting it up. He knows there are eyes on him, not only Kryupt’s but also his friends watching via the cameras set up in the SUV. Spencer drives to the cemetery with the knowledge that this is it. The plan, the trap is laid and Spencer is going to lead Barry Kryupt right into it. Derek will be waiting.
Spencer parks and grabs his flashlight. With it lighting his way, he walks to Derek’s false grave. Spencer kneels down and runs his fingers over the words etched onto Derek’s gravestone. He talks to the stone, letting loose his grief and guilt even while he listens intently for Kryupt’s approach. Hearing it, Spencer cries “I’m so sorry Derek. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”
“Spencer.”
He pretends to be shocked, flailing slightly as he turns quickly to find Barry Kryupt behind him. Everything within him wants to simply shoot Kryupt dead. Instead, Spencer stutters, “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 feels revulsion at the smile, at the creepy twisted words of his stalker. It takes all his willpower not to show it. Spencer holds his hands before his body as if to hold the man off. Kryupt cannot know that Spencer knew he was coming, that he’d planned for him to come. Spencer 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.”
The feelings of revulsion only grow. Kryupt doesn’t just want to kidnap him, to rape him; he wants Spencer to become a merciless killer like he is. Spencer finally lets his anger begin to show. “You mean now that Derek is dead. Now that you’ve killed him,” he accuses bitingly.
“Yes, I killed him. For you, for me, for us. Without him, no one can keep us apart.”
Spencer sees Derek approaching in the dark and his blood pumps hard. He watches, knowing that Kryupt will notice.
Kryupt turns around and sees a black, menacing blob approaching. Spencer lifts his flashlight, slowly illuminating the dark blob.
From the darkness, Derek murmurs in a deep voice, “Boo.”
Spencer can tell that Kryupt recognizes Derek’s voice even before he can see him. His stalker gasps, whispering in disbelief, “You. No, no, no!” Within the cast of Spencer’s flashlight stands the man who is supposed to be buried beneath their feet: Derek Morgan.
Barry is horrified at the sight of him, of the man that 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!”
Derek feels a thrill at the fear he can see in Kryupt. He grins menacingly, “Did you think I’d let something as insignificant as death stop me? Spencer is mine.”
*No! This isn’t how it is supposed to go!* Fury rises within Barry. He rips his right hand out of his pocket and points the gun in his grip at Morgan. “This time I will make sure you are dead.”
Derek has his own gun pointed at Kryupt.
Breaking the standoff, Spencer’s voice booms confidently, “No.”
Barry scuttles off to the side where he can see both Spencer and Morgan. Everything within him yearns to take Spencer into his arms. To possess him, to steal him away and keep him locked away forever. “Spencer, you are mine. I’ve killed for you. I would do anything for you.”
Spencer meets Kryupt’s eyes, “I didn’t ask you to. You killed innocent people. How could you think I wanted that? Wanted you?” Spencer glares at Kryupt. “I would NEVER want someone like you!”
Rage flares inside of Barry, burning uncontrollably inside him. He doesn’t know whether he is more furious with Morgan or with Spencer. With a trembling voice, Barry vows, “You were supposed to be mine.” His gaze slips to Morgan’s. “You ruined everything!” Quicker than either Spencer or Derek thought possibly, Barry grabs Spencer and puts his gun against Spencer’s temple. “If I can’t have you nobody can!”
A shiver of fear runs down Derek’s spine and his heart cries out *No!* Yet, his hands are steady on his gun and his voice doesn’t tremble as he says, “You don’t want to do this. You love him. You love Spencer.”
With madness in his eyes, Barry declares, “I do but he doesn’t love me. If I can’t have him, neither can you.” In his mind Barry can see it, can see the bullet decimating Spencer’s brain. He can imagine the shock and overwhelming grief on Morgan’s face as he has to watch his love die before him. Barry wants that, needs it. He will win one way or another. And maybe in death he and Spencer can be together. Barry finger squeezes the trigger, smug in the knowledge that he’ll win.
Instead of a cry of victory, Barry cries out in shock, feeling white hot pain burning on his wrist. He recoils and clutches his wrist. Sure he’s been shot despite the lack of noise, Barry looks to Morgan. His nemesis isn’t gloating though, not like he would be had he just shot him. Barry turns to Spencer and realizes he is the one. In his love’s hand is a short blade, his blood dripping off it. “You! How could you?! We were meant to be together! If not in life than in death! You ruined it!” With Spencer’s betrayal, Barry loses the last shred of his sanity. The only thing on his mind is murdering them both; they both deserve to die at his hand.
Recognizing the murderous haze in Kryupt’s eyes, Spencer throws the blade at him like Mbizi had taught him. It hits him in the chest but Kryupt yanks it out and just keeps coming toward him. He hears Derek’s gun go off and the bullet hitting Kryupt’s side. Kryupt jerks but continues to advance on Spencer.
The sound of multiple feet running toward them roars loudly in the quiet cemetery. Their team is coming and fast.
Hearing people approaching, Barry is only more determined to win this before he’s killed. He cannot fail. He chants in his head over and over, *DIE!* Barry wants nothing more than to feel the life leave Spencer’s body. As long as there is breath in his body, Barry will fight to destroy the man he loves.
Knowing that he doesn’t have the time to get out the little 22 he has hidden on his body, Spencer reaches for another blade when he feels the first bullet hit him. Grunting at the impact, Spencer fights the urge to release his hold on the knife.
Pop, pop. Two more bullets are fired in quick succession. But it is Kryupt who is impacted this time as he is shot twice more. Blood is pouring from his wounds, the life bleeding out of him rapidly. Kryupt fires another shot, causing Spencer to stagger with the impact.
With the last of his strength, Barry tackles Spencer. That is Barry’s final mistake. He doesn’t realize that Spencer is holding a blade, a blade that is now stuck firmly into Barry’s heart. Barry stares at Spencer in shock even as the life leaves his body.
“Spencer?!” Derek frantically pulls Barry’s limp body off of Spencer. He runs his hands over Spencer’s body, looking for wounds. “Are you okay?” Derek’s heart stutters are sight of the blood soaking Spencer’s shirt. “SPENCER?!”
“Derek,” Spencer says shakily. He can’t believe it is over, they’ve stopped Barry Kryupt. “It’s over, Derek. It is finally over.”
Derek is freaking out; Spencer is growing paler by the second. He lifts Spencer’s shirt and his heart sinks. Neither bullet hit the vest. Spencer’s been shot twice, once near the neck and once just above his hip. Derek rips off his own shirt and presses into the wounds. “Stay with me, Spencer. Oh god! You have to stay with me!”
But Spencer is quickly fading. “Love you…” he vows before going limp.
“Spencer? SPENCER?!” Derek screams. He jumps at the hand on his shoulder but it’s only JJ, who helps him put pressure on Spencer’s wounds. Rossi checks Spencer, his shoulders slump in relief at the pulse he feels. “He’s alive. Thank God.” Hotch is already on the phone, calling to alert the ER of an officer down. Emily is staring at Barry Kryupt’s dead eyes with hate. A part of her wants to empty her clip into his body, just for the satisfaction but she refrains.
Derek is trembling; his fear of losing Spencer overwhelms him. He can’t lose his love. A dark part of him knows that if he loses Spencer, he’ll eat his gun. Derek cannot bear to live without Spencer.
Rossi can see the thoughts running through Derek’s head. His hand clutches Derek’s shoulder tightly, “He’ll be okay, Derek. Spencer is strong.”
Derek’s jaw muscle flutters as he bleakly wonders if his love will survive.
“Derek, look at me,” Dave orders.
He looks up and sees the solid, certainty in Dave’s eyes. “Spencer will not give up. He has you, Derek. You are the reason he will fight.” Tears well up in Derek’s eyes and he believes, he has to. Has to believe Dave’s words, has to believe that Spencer won’t leave him, that Spencer will survive.
The ambulance arrives and most of the others move away to let them work. With intense reluctance, Derek lets Rossi pull his hands away from Spencer’s wounds to allow the EMT’s access. Spencer is quickly stabilized and strapped to the gurney. Derek follows and is about to get into the back of the ambulance behind them when one of the EMT’s tells him he can’t. In real life, it isn’t like movies or TV. No one but EMT’s are allowed in the back with the patient. Despite knowing this Derek doesn’t hesitate to pull out his gun and point it at the EMT. “I’m going and you can’t stop me.” The EMT backs off and Derek holsters his weapon and gets in.
The ride to the hospital seems to take forever and Spencer doesn’t regain consciousness at all. The EMT’s rush Spencer into the ER with Derek trotting beside him. Derek is stopped when a nurse steps in his way. “Sir, you can’t go in there.”
Derek growls, “I have a gun.”
The nurse replies with exasperated patience, “That’s nice sweetie but unless you are going to use it on yourself, you have to wait here.”
Derek blinks, realizing that he may have just threatened to shoot a nurse.
The nurse notices that the man might just listen to her now. “Dr. Andrews will do everything she can for him. Let us do our jobs, okay?”
Slumping, Derek nods with resignation. His eyes watch helplessly through the window as Spencer, his Pretty Boy, his soul mate is wheeled away. When he can no longer see him, Derek slides down the wall and weeps.
That is how the others find him, head in hands sobbing on the floor. Hotch and JJ get on either side of him and help him up. Derek looks up at Hotch and shakes his head. Stark grief in voice as he vows, “I can’t do it, Hotch. I can’t. Spencer is my everything. I can’t live without him. I’m not like you; I’m not strong enough to live without him. I don’t have anything if I don’t have him.”
Aaron feels a sharp pain in his chest. He knows exactly what Derek is saying and he prays to anything or anyone out there listening that Spencer survives. Aaron lost Haley and it had hurt but he survived and lived on for Jack. He and Haley had loved each other once but Aaron knows never to depth that Spencer and Derek love each other. They weren’t soul mates; they were not even good enough together to stay married. Aaron hadn’t changed but Haley had and that was at the core of their break-up. He doesn’t know if he was in Derek’s place if he could go on without someone he loves that much either. “Don’t lose hope, Derek.”
In her best authoritative motherly voice, JJ scolds, “Spence is in there fighting with every breath in his body to get back to you, don’t you dare give up on him.”
Derek realizes that JJ is right. He has to believe, has to believe that Spencer will come back to him. Derek takes a shaky breath and his tears ease. He lets the others lead him to the waiting room. “My family. Someone has to call them.”
Emily declares, “We already called. Luc and the others will get them here.”
Rossi is the one that coaxes Derek to change out of his bloody clothes and into some clean scrubs. In fresh clothes, Derek waits for his family’s arrival and for news of Spencer.
Derek’s eyes open when he hears a rush of people approaching. He rises and his Mama is the first person he sees. She opens her arms and he sinks gratefully into them. Fran makes soothing noises, rubbing her son’s back. “He’s going to be okay, Derek. Spencer is strong.”
When Fran releases him, Derek hugs the rest of the family as well as Josh and Luc’s team. All of Derek’s family is here but Michael, who volunteered to stay behind with the kids. Sarah asks, “What do you know?”
“He—he’s been shot twice. Once in the neck, once above his hip. He was alive but unconscious when we got here. He’s in surgery.”
In a confident tone, Fran declares, “Then we wait and we pray.” The large group huddles together in the room, some sitting, some standing but all of them very worried about Spencer.
Dave stands off to the side with Evelyn and says with shock clear in his voice, “Spencer is like the son I never had, Evie.” Evelyn wraps a comforting arm around Dave, “He will make it through, David.” Rossi nods absentmindedly. “You know when I came back I didn’t understand how to work like a team and I certainly didn’t understand Spencer. He couldn’t look less like an agent but his brain, god he is so brilliant. And I’ve always marveled that he chose to use his genius mind to stop criminals. Academics might think it is a waste of his mind but the victims and the victim’s families never forget. We could get other agents, even other geniuses but no one will see our cases the way he does.” Evelyn takes Dave’s face in her hands, “He will be fine. If everything you’ve told me about him is true, he is a survivor.” Rossi smiles and chastely pecks her lips in thanks. He wraps his arms around her and takes comfort in her closeness.
A half hour later, Penelope and Bobby come rushing in. Pen launches herself into Derek’s arms, crying into his shoulder. “Have you heard anything yet?” Derek sounds resigned when he answers, “No.” Pen, ever the optimist, “No news is good news, love muffin. Your precious white chocolate will be fine.” Remarkably Derek quirks the tiniest of smiles at the nickname Pen gives Spencer.
Minutes later, Pen leaves Derek with his mother and is drawn to Mbizi, who is hiding in a corner. Without a word, he opens his arms and she sinks gratefully into them. His strong arms around her give her both comfort and hope.
Without warning, a doctor in scrubs enters the waiting area. Everyone stands and stares anxiously at the doctor. Their group isn’t the only one in the waiting room but they are the largest. “Spencer Reid’s family?”
Derek gulps but moves forward, “Yes. I—Is he?”
The doctor smiles gently, “Yes. He came out of the surgery well. Both bullets exited his body. We stopped the bleeding and repaired the damage. The bullet near his neck damaged his muscles but did not hit bone or any vital arteries or veins. The other bullet perforated his intestine, which we had to repair. Mr. Reid—”
“Dr. Reid,” Derek and Hotch correct automatically by habit. Both men look slightly surprised and a teeny bit embarrassed when the correction flies out of their mouths.
The doctor’s lips twitch but she doesn’t comment, “Dr. Reid is stable and in a recovery room. The greatest threat to him right now is infection. We will do everything we can to ensure his wounds do not contract an infection.”
The room sighs collectively. Spencer is alive and out of surgery.
“While he is still unconscious a few of you can see him.”
Derek is obviously anxious to see Spencer, together with Fran they go with the doctor to Spencer’s room. Both of them have to wash and are dressed in scrubs to minimize the germs allowed in his room. Since they are only allowed one at a time, Derek goes first. It hurts him to see his Spencer looking unhealthily pale. Sitting at his bedside, Derek takes his pale, limp hand. His heart stutters as he cries, “Oh, Baby.” For a minute, Derek cannot do anything but grip his hand and try not to fall apart at the seams. “You listen to me. I love you, Pretty Boy. So fucking much it hurts. You’re going to wake up and we going to live our lives, together, just like you promised me this morning. There is no me without you, wherever you go, I will follow. Even…” He trails off unable to voice his dark thoughts. “Wake up for me, Spencer. I need you.”
Derek’s mind wanders to the little box he has hidden in his bag, the same one he’s had for a while, even before this whole thing started. In his mind, he thumbs over the ring inside, the ring he wants more than anything to take its rightful place on Spencer’s finger. “You’re mine, Spencer Reid and when you wake up the whole world is going to know it.”

I can’t believe it. This story is finished! It has been a crazy, dramatic ride! Thank you to every reader that has given me kudos, favorites, reviews, and comments. Your ever present support and praise kept me going. I hope you all will love the sequel just as much!
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