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Spencer Will Be Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 12864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds nor its characters. I am making no money from this.

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Angst alert! The idea for this chapter came courtesy of Lady_Giovanna_Potter_Malfoy, I just ran with it. I actually teared up a bit writing this, so hopefully the emotions in this chapter ring true.
To the reader who requested more of Barry, his thoughts and such, I kept that in mind as I wrote this chapter. Hope you enjoy.

Barry Kryupt stews for two days straight, still furious at catching Morgan looking at other men. *How dare he look at anyone but Spencer! My Spencer is perfect!* He mutters angrily until he suddenly realizes this is exactly what he needs to separate them. What he needs to get Spencer away from Morgan. *The asshole will be gone and Spencer will come to me. My beautiful, perfect Spencer. He’ll be all mine.* Grinning maliciously, Barry forms a plan. A prostitute is all he’ll need to destroy Spencer’s relationship with that mindless brute. *I will show Spencer exactly who Derek Morgan is: a pathetic cheating thug. My Baby will see that Morgan isn’t worthy of him. He’ll see that the swine doesn’t love him. Not like I do, no one can love him like I do.*
Fate continues to smile upon him and Barry finds out Spencer is being sent to Seattle, Washington to interview the Washington Slayer. He smiles manically; it is the perfect time to hatch his plan.
And three days later he has his chance. Spencer left previous night and is currently in Seattle with David Rossi. He follows as the BAU women and Morgan go to a club for drinks after work. Watching them enter the club, Kryupt quickly finds a prostitute trolling a nearby corner. He parks and gets out of his car. The whore is quick to agree to his request: $50 for no sex, it is the perfect deal. Barry shows the hooker Morgan’s photo.
They walk to the club and enter. Barry follows the streetwalker’s progress, careful to keep the person in view. He will photograph every second of this plan. Spencer will see; he will see Morgan for who he is: a lying, cheating scoundrel. Barry trembles in excitement; this will prove to Spencer that Morgan isn’t good enough for him. It will erase Morgan’s presence completely from his Spencer’s life. *No one will threaten my hold on Spencer. HE WILL BE MINE!!*
Morgan is just a thug, not worthy of being friends with Spencer much less being granted access to his perfect flesh and to his love. He’ll rid Spencer of the stupid beast once and for all. *Morgan will never again touch Spencer’s perfect flesh. It will be my touch that he desires. He’ll crave me: my lips, my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Spencer will beg me to fuck him.* Barry smiles disturbingly. Once he has Spencer, he is never letting him go. Spencer will be completely Barry’s; his to love, his to fuck. He will cover him in his cum and mark Spencer as his, only his. Spencer will never leave him; Barry won’t allow it.
If anyone noticed Barry, they would be disturbed by the crazy glee on his face. He watches as the prostitute advances to the bar, where Morgan is heading to get drinks. Barry positions himself perfectly to capture the moment. *This is it! Morgan will be thrown from Spencer’s life.* The loud music drowns out his maniacal laugh as the hooker grabs Morgan’s face and forces a kiss. It only takes a few seconds before Morgan pushes the whore away but by then it is too late. *Yes! Spencer will see. Morgan won’t be able to deny it, not with photographic evidence.* Barry gloats, “Goodbye Derek Morgan.”
Kryupt spends the rest of the night giddy as he prints off the images. Completely naked, Barry grins crazily at his shrine: photograph after photograph of Spencer, complete with discarded coffee cups, napkins, various other items he stole from Spencer’s trash, the stolen boxers, a pile of loose hair, and the book that brought Spencer to him. He readies the package to send. Barry easily finds where Spencer is staying by calling all the hotels in the city and pretending to be Spencer’s brother. He seals the images and his message inside. “Soon,” he promises as he stares at Spencer’s image, using the stolen boxers to masturbate. He cries out Spencer’s name as he cums.
The next morning, he sends the envelope. Barry twitches with excitement, *It is done.* He grins, the brute will be cut from Spencer’s life like a tumor.
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Spencer and Rossi trudge back to their hotel. The Washington Slayer is a cold sociopath that claims to have killed well over a hundred people in the past forty years. Exhausted, Spencer wants only to take a shower, to wash off the filth he feels clinging to his skin after talking to such a violent and unrepentant murderer.
An envelope is waiting for him at the front desk. No return address but it was shipped from Washington, DC. Spencer shrugs and takes it upstairs.
He showers, thoroughly scrubbing himself until he feels clean again. Spencer pulls on some warm sweats and one of Derek’s old t-shirts. He makes himself comfortable and pulls out the envelope. Spencer opens it up, curious what he could have been sent. A stack of photos slide out and Spencer immediately feels like he has been stabbed in the heart. He cries out, a heartbreaking sound of pure anguish. It is a close up shot of Derek kissing someone else. Not just someone but a young, beautiful woman. Tears pour down his face as he stares at his beautiful Der kissing another, a woman. It hurts more than he could have imagined. To see the person he loves more than anyone, the person he trusts more than anyone, completely betray him; it shatters his heart. Unable to stop himself, Spencer flips through the photographs. Four images of Derek locking lips with a gorgeous woman, how can he compete with that?
*I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew that Derek could never be satisfied with me, not for long. I knew eventually he would realize that being with a man, with me wasn’t what he wanted, what he needed.* Deep down this has always been his greatest fear. That someday Derek would wake up and realize that he misses women. It is something Spencer knew could never compete with. He isn’t a woman and he never could be. If Derek wants a woman, there is nothing Spencer can do. He had feared that someday Derek would regret being with him, that he wouldn’t want him anymore. To see it happen with his own eyes is agony.
Spencer scolds himself bitterly, angrily, * Stupid Spencer! You had to know that this would fucking happen! This is your fault. You are not enough, you could never be enough. Not for Derek, not for anyone.*
He can’t see anymore and drops the packet onto the bed.
Spencer sobs harder, knowing that he has lost everything. Everything that made him happy is gone. His mind chants *Not enough* over and over. Spencer trembles and breaks, no longer able to muffle his pained cries. He curls into a ball and bawls, knowing he will never be happy again.
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David Rossi decides to watch some television before bed. He grabs the remote and is about to flick on the TV when he hears a sound. Tilting his head he listens intently. Rossi hears it again; it sounds like a cry coming from Reid’s room. Concerned, Dave knocks on the connecting door. “Reid? You okay in there?” The crying sound continues but no one speaks. “Spencer? Answer me, Spencer! Are you alright?” Afraid that somehow an Unsub is inside, threatening Reid, Rossi pulls out his gun and barges into Spencer’s room.
His eyes sweep the room but there is no one here except Reid. He lowers his weapon and his eyes dart to the bed. Sobs wrack violently through Spencer’s body. “Oh, Spencer,” Dave rushes forward and takes the poor boy into his arms. He rocks the younger man, murmuring soft words of comfort.
The packet lays discarded on the bed beside Spencer. Rossi’s mouth hangs open in surprise; it is a photograph of Morgan kissing a woman! Even seeing it with his own eyes, Dave doesn’t believe it. He has not been the luckiest in love himself but he knows true love when he sees it. And Derek Morgan is as hopelessly and desperately in love with Spencer as Spencer Reid is with Derek. They are soul mates; watching them together over the past two years has made that perfectly clear. It is unimaginable that Morgan could cheat on Reid. Simply and absolutely unbelievable. Morgan betraying Spencer’s trust, breaking his fragile heart is utterly absurd. If it is true, then he truly believes there is no hope left for this world. If something as beautiful and pure as Derek and Spencer’s love can be so easily thrown away, all hope is lost.
Dave rocks the still weeping Spencer until he falls into a troubled sleep. Carefully, he picks up the photographs and spreads them out. There are four images of Morgan locking lips with an unknown woman, some close ups and a couple full body shots. Rossi examines the photographs with a discerning eye. The background is obviously a club of some kind. The woman is beautiful and is wearing very revealing clothing, not unheard of in a club but it appears to be of poor quality. Heavy make-up as well. *Prostitute maybe?* Dave studies Morgan and his reaction to the kiss. While the woman’s lips move from image to image, Morgan’s do not. He isn’t participating in the kiss. Rossi imagines that had the next few pictures been added, it would show Morgan pushing the woman away. Morgan isn’t touching the woman either, in any of the images; his hands are by his sides. But the woman’s hands grip Morgan’s neck tightly, almost as if she is trying to hold him in place. At the bottom of the pile is a typed note. Saying:
HE ISN’T WORTHY, SPENCER. HE BETRAYED YOU. YOU DESERVE BETTER. YOU ARE PERFECT. I WON’T LET ANYONE HURT YOU. I WILL SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU AND YOU WILL COME TO ME, MY LOVE.
Dave shudders. This has to be the same man that sent Spencer flowers, the stalker. They had all hoped that the lack of contact meant it was only a cruel joke but it is clear while the stalker had been quiet, he was only biding his time.
The Unsub is delusional if he thinks that doing this isn’t hurting Spencer. He wiggles a little to get his phone out of its holder on his belt. Rossi calls Morgan, quickly and quietly fills him in. He shivers at the heartbreaking cry he hears from Morgan. The anguished cry is like nothing he has ever heard, it is what he imagines many killers hear from their victims when they realize there is no hope left. Rossi can’t handle hearing Derek break over the phone. “Spencer loves you, just as much as you love him. Do not let this stalker ruin what you have together. Do not give up.” Morgan takes a shuddering breath, “Okay. I’m booking a flight and will be there as soon as I can. Tell Spencer…just tell him I love him.”
Hearing the click, Dave drops his phone and strokes Spencer’s hair. The two men are hurting so much. “It isn’t true, Spencer. Derek loves you. He loves you so much,” Rossi murmurs softly over and over, petting Spencer in soothing strokes. He pulls Spencer tighter as he waits for Derek to arrive.
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Seven and half hours later, Derek knocks tiredly on Spencer’s door. He’d barely slept on the plane. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this scared before. Not ever. He’s even more scared than two years ago when he realized he loved Spencer back and Spencer had run from him.
The past two years with Spencer have been the best of his life. He can’t imagine his life without Spencer it and he doesn’t want to.
A minute later, Dave opens the door, looking exhausted. “He’s been sleeping off and on all night. I told him you love him and that it isn’t what it looks like but I’m not sure if he believes it or not,” Rossi admits. He looks at Morgan, who looks terrified and upset. Dave pulls him into a hug, whispering into his ear, “I don’t know what happened but you can fix this. Do not give up. Fight for him. Fight for your true love, Derek.”
Derek shakes in Dave’s arms. “I don’t know if he’ll believe me. I don’t know if he can get past this,” he confesses, his voice thick with emotion.
Rossi cups Derek’s face gently. “You love him with everything you are. That is enough, it has to be enough.”
A single tear trails down Derek’s face. He knows this will not be easy but he cannot live without Spencer and he won’t go down without a fight. Derek nods jerkily.
Dave pats his on the shoulder in a show of support before disappearing back to his own room through the connecting door.
Derek takes a deep breath and moves toward the bed. Spencer is crying in his sleep. His heart breaks to see his Pretty Boy hurting so badly. He sits on the bed next to Spencer. Derek lifts his hand and carefully strokes Spencer’s wavy, chin length hair. Spencer’s eyes pop open immediately. He cringes away from the caress and scrambles away from Derek. The rejection feels like a stab in the heart. Spencer’s expressive eyes are filled with such doubt and pain. It is obvious that Spencer believes the photographs, believes that Derek would and had betrayed him. Derek sways; the pain he feels is like a physical blow. “Spencer. I know what you saw, what you think happened. I know I can’t erase the doubts that the photographs have given you but I love you. I love you so much,” Derek vows, tears glittering in his eyes. “I could never betray your trust. I could never cheat on you. Please, will you listen to my side of the story?” he pleads.
Spencer stares at Derek solemnly. He can see a single tear track shining wetly on Derek’s cheek. Spencer’s eyes and face are red from his endless crying, and he sniffles as he studies his boyfriend intently. Derek looks as bad as Spencer feels; pain, fear, and stress are written all over his beautiful face. Spencer reads no guilt in Derek’s face or body language, so he nods slowly.
Derek sags in relief, “Thank you, Pretty Boy.” He wants to touch Spencer, to feel the simple comfort of skin-to-skin contact but Spencer stays huddled at the other end of the bed. His Baby may be willing to listen but he isn’t out of the woods yet. “The day after you left for Seattle, Pen, JJ, and Em dragged me to a club after work. JJ and I went to go get some drinks. Before we got far, Em changed her mind and wanted something else. JJ waved me ahead, said she’d catch up to me. So I continue toward the bar but before I got there, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and a woman was standing there. I opened my mouth to ask what she wanted and she grabbed my neck and fucking kissed me. I was shocked and it took me a second to push her away. I was furious and would have hit her, if she had been a man.” Derek’s eyes are drawn to the photographs lying on the bed. “I have no idea who she is or why she did that. But Spencer, you have to believe me. I didn’t want her to kiss me and I certainly didn’t kiss her back. I definitely didn’t sleep with her.” Derek can still see doubt in Spencer’s eyes. “Hold on.” Derek takes out his phone and dials JJ’s number.
“Hello?” Jennifer answers sleepily.
“JJ, I’m sorry I woke you but this is important. I’m going to put you on speaker,” Derek says.
“Okay. What do you need?” she asks sounding much more alert.
“I’m here with Spencer.” Derek continues before JJ can ask why he’s in Seattle, why he flew overnight to go to Spencer. “I need you to tell Spencer what happened when we went to the club.”
Spencer has to give Derek points. JJ is the one person who would not lie to him. He trusts her explicitly. She would tell him the truth, even if it hurt him. JJ might lie by omission but she would never tell him an outright lie.
JJ is confused, “Ookay?” Wishing for coffee, she yawns but stands ups and leaves the bedroom. Out in the hall, she continues, “Some random woman came up, yanked you into a kiss, and left. It was weird. Then we got drinks and you spent the rest of the night drinking and talking about how much you missed Spence.”
Derek stares at Spencer hopefully.
Spencer has to look away from Der’s earnest and hopeful expression as he asks JJ hesitantly, “Did you see it happen? Did you actually see it?”
JJ isn’t a profiler for nothing, she knows that Spencer somehow knows about the kiss and is imagining the worst. “I promise I saw the whole thing, Spence. I was not far behind Morgan. A woman tapped him on the shoulder. When Morgan turned around she grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Morgan must have been shocked because he just stood there. A couple of seconds later, he pushed her away. And she just left. We went back to our booth and we never saw the woman again. That was it, I swear.”
Spencer is satisfied and nods his head slowly.
Seeing it, Derek quickly thanks JJ, again apologizing for waking her and says goodbye. “I promise, Baby. I don’t want anyone else. I didn’t want her to kiss me and I sure in hell didn’t sleep with her. I want you, plain and simple. For the rest of our lives.” Derek leans forward cautiously, when Spencer doesn’t flinch back, he takes him in his arms. Spencer sobs brokenly as he tucks his face into Derek’s neck. “Shh,” Derek croons as he rocks Spencer.
“I’m sorry. I should have trusted you. I just saw the pictures and it was my worst fear come true,” Spencer babbles.
As much as his mistrust hurt Derek, he can understand why Spencer believed it. Despite two very happy years together, Derek knows that deep down Spencer still fears that he’ll leave him. That suddenly Spencer won’t be enough for him anymore and he’ll leave him for a woman. Derek doesn’t know if that fear will ever completely die. The two most important men in Spencer’s life both left him. Each knew how much it would hurt Spencer, Gideon even more so than Spencer’s father and yet both did it anyway. That type of abandonment leaves scars and as much as Derek wishes he could take the pain away, take those scars away, he can’t. He can only be there for Spencer, show him his love and loyalty every day for the rest of their lives. “You should have trusted me but I should have called you and told you what happened. If I had, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Spencer lifts his head and tenderly cups Derek’s face. “No, you aren’t to blame. I let my insecurities hurt us both. I’m sorry.” Spencer kisses him gently. “I love you. So much.”
“I love you too, Pretty Boy. More than anything in the world.” Derek holds Spencer tight against him, relishing Spencer’s warmth. He is unbelievably thankful that JJ saw it happen. If she hadn’t, a part of Spencer would always believe that Derek had cheated on him. Without her there would always be a sliver of doubt that would only feed Spencer’s insecurities. Derek sprawls out and tucks Spencer into his side. The two of them lay together, cuddling. They cocoon themselves in their love for each other, escaping the harsh reality of the stalker even if just for a short while.

I have not started the next chapter or worked on anything else yet, despite the many ideas floating around my brain. My muse left abruptly yesterday and switching to different stories didn't help. Hopefully she'll come back soon!
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