Always and Forever ~Derek Morgan

A/N: I've been utterly shocked by the little number of Derek fics out there so I'm coming to the rescue.

Derek Morgan x fem!reader

Summary: Derek is very adamant that you care for yourself and goes to extreme lengths to ensure it.

Warning: slight mentions of seasonal depression

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”

Every case was celebrated by Derek's return to your shared apartment. His return usually meant cuddles and kisses the last the whole duration of the next two cases combined. It was the time you always looked forward to. Derek knew that, so when he opened the front door it shocked him. Usually your waiting for him in the living room, jumping at him the moment he's though the door. The lights were all off aside from the light slipping out from under the bedroom door. A quick glance into the kitchen confirmed his suspicions. There were plates stacked in the sink, takeout boxes abandoned on the kitchen table. The signs were screaming at him.

This time of year you struggled, Derek knew that and always helped but with his job it was quite difficult to support you as much as he wanted to. He walked towards the closed door and gently push it open. One glance at you and his gaze softened. You were wrapped up in a blanket, lying on the bed. Derek neared you, slowly lower himself to crouch in front of you. His hand reached up and caressed your cheek. It was clear to him that you hadn't showered for a few days and he didn't even need to ask if you'd drank any water recently. The worry was evident on his face as you tried to muster a smile at his sudden appearance.

"Baby girl, are you ok?" His worried tone made your sadness even heavier on your chest. You gently sat up on the bed, crossing your legs beneath you while Derek stayed in his spot on the floor.

"Yeah, Derek I'm fine. I didn't realise you were coming back." A slightly forced smile gracing your appearance. You knew that Derek had a hard case and didn't want him to worry about you.

In your state, your silly little brain just thought it could successfully lie to your profiler boyfriend. It was very clear he didn't believe you. " Are you having a bad week?" You knew what he meant by that and knew that it'd be better if you came clean with him. Nodding your head slightly, you opened your arms to beacon Derek to hug you. He gladly followed the silent request and engulfed your blanketed form. The embrace itself fixed a part of your heart that had been broken the whole 12 days he was away.

Derek pulled away from the hug and looked you in the eyes with pure adoration. " Honey, I don't mean anything bad by this but, when was the last time you showered?" He asked with no hint of malice or disgust, purely caring.

"I'm not too sure, I'm sorry." Your apology cause him to frown slightly. He didn't want to to feel like you needed to apologies because you didn't need to. He knew that if you struggled then it wasn't your fault and he wanted you to know that he was there for you.

" Well, I think you smell delightful and you look like a freaking angel. However, I think a nice shower will cheer you up a little bit." Derek's little comment made you chuckle slightly as he gave you compliments when your sure you smell like a rotting corpse but he could always make you smile.

Derek felt happier as he watched the weight lift from you in mere seconds. In that moment he knew what he had to do.

He stood up slowly as you watched him puzzled. "I think it's time for a shower baby." The mischief glinted in his eyes and you began to have a suspicion of what he was about to do.

Suddenly he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder. You shrieked and hit his back playfully but you truly didn't mind the view of his magnificent butt. Derek began walking towards the bathroom as you both laughed at the current situation. Your laughter stopped as a little smack sounded out.

"Derek Morgan. Did you just slap my ass?" You didn't need to ask because you clearly felt it but his laugh was incriminating enough. "Yes. Yes I did, pretty girl." Any hint of your sadness was washed away as you loved the way Derek knew how to cheer you up.

The sound of the shower filled your ears and realised the second part of his masterplan. He put you down under the flow of water causing you to gasp as your clothes became drenched in seconds. Water ran down your face as you glared at Derek who stood just out of the water. Your hand flew forward and grabbed the front of his black t-shirt, pulling him under the shower with you. Now it was your turn to laugh as his t-shirt began to cling to his muscle. He leaned down and connected your lips, kissing you in a loving way. Your hands began tracing the tattoos he was inked with.

The warmth in your chest was the fire of the love you held for the man in front of you. He was the one who held the lighter to ignite your happiness. Every second with him was pure joy and it was so clear why. Derek Morgan was the only one who could make you happy on a bad day, keep you warm in the snow, wipe your tears during sad movies. He was the man who stole your heart.

Derek Morgan was your soulmate and always would be. Forever.

Everything She Had

Summary: Sometimes Spencer has a rough day, sometimes you do too. Both of you are each others comfort.

Warnings: mentions of stress, being overwhelmed and loneliness.

Spencer Reid x nonBAU!reader

"And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality...."

People. The sheer greatest foe for both you and Spencer, but for entirely different reasons. Spence hates trying to navigate the 'norms' such as handshakes and not relaying facts. It made him dread meeting anyone new. You, however, hate the fakeness and pressure people push. It makes you want to throw hands with everyone who gives you so much as a dirty look. That's why you are perfect for each other, Spence doesn't confront people when they are being bitchy and you do. That's why he admires you with such gravity.

Spencer had returned from a tough case and you had gotten back from work at the law firm. He spent the entire case treading lightly around everyone because tensions were high. You spent the whole day rushing files back and forth, doing everyone's job as well as your own. That stress meant that you didn't even clock the fact there was an extra car in the buildings parking. You didn't even notice the lights on when you got to the door of your joint appartement or the familiar coat on the rack once you opened the door.

Shrugging off your coat, you kicked off your shoes. Spencer stood at the end of the hallway, waiting for you to notice him. He always told you to be more vigilant and if he hadn't missed you for over a week, he may have told you off but he just couldn't. Spence watched you drop everything at the door before running a hand down your face in a tired motion.

Someone behind you cleared their throat. You spun around in fear expecting to find a murderer but instead caught the sight of your love. He just stood there with a goofy smile, watching you. " Spencer" Your voice caught in your throat and your feet began to move towards him. Your pace began to increase as he opened him arms in a welcoming display. Trusting Spencer completely, you jumped at him. Wrapping your arms round him neck, burying your face in him neck and your legs enclosing him waist. His hand flew beneath you to hold you up.

That's how you stayed for god knows how long. Holding each other. Allowing the stress of today to be washed away in the presence of the other. Spencer held on tightly, not wanting to let you go ever again. You held onto him as if he might just disappear if you didn't keep him there. The whole time you were apart was riddled with longing nights and disappointed mornings. It broke his heart every time you had to wake up alone, go through a stressful day alone, eat alone. You hated everyday he was chasing killer, not knowing if you were going to get the call to tell you he'd be injured or worse. But it was times like these when all the worries were washed away and you didn't want to take that time for granted. You didn't want to take him for granted.

Spencer had 3 days without work. So, for 3 days, you laughed with each other, ate together, read together, did everything together to make up for the time lost while he was away. Those 3 days flew by and before you knew it, there was another case lined up. But even with all this time apart, your relationship stayed strong because you knew Spencer would come home one day and you'd have time for just each other. That's why you chose each other. That's why you'd always choose each other.

Because for her, he was everything she had and for him, she was everything he ever wanted to have.

"...I'd find you and I'd choose you,"

Unhomely

Summary: Spencer decides to drive home and visit old friends in Vegas but ends up questioning himself.

Content: Hurt Spencer/ Comforting reader, a little angst, some fluff

This was inspired by " A view between villages" By Noah Kahan so I suggest you listen to it and the rest of his music. :)

“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”

Spencer hated going back home. he never gave an exact reason but it was easy to see that he never had a great childhood and he linked Vegas with those experiences. Every time there was a case in Vegas he would always tense up and be a little more explosive on those days. You couldn't blame him though, you knew the ins and outs of the bullying, mistreatment and neglect he suffered at the hands of his so-called community when he was younger.

That was why, when Spencer told you he was planning to drive up there, you offered to take time off work and go with him as support. He wanted to go alone. Maybe it was to face his demons or maybe he didn't want you to see him so vulnerable. You gave him to space to pack and helped him move his bag into the back of the car. A small kiss on the cheek and a hug goodbye was your parting gifts as he got in the car and started the long drive.

Spencer had been driving for hours now, and from the looks of things, he was only about 30 minutes from his home}. A feeling in his chest began to stir, it felt like a weight was pressing down on him. His mind felt heavier, the past refilling the empty container it had once vacated. His breaths came in quick succession as the images of the faces that taunted him filled his view. However, even in his state, Spencer could see how dangerous it was to keep driving and pulled over the next chance he got. Shaking hands reached across to the passenger seat and fumbled in an attempt to grab his phone. Once his fingers wrapped around it, he pulled it towards him and sped to unlock it. The images weren't fading and the glassy coat over his eyes was threatening to fall. His fingers tapped at the screen forcefully and he hit dial on you number. After turning the call to speaker, Spencer set the phone downs and pressed his head against the head rest with closed eyes. The ringing only lasted a few moments before you picked up.

" Hey Spencer, did you get to your hotel?" The question was so simple but your voice alone began to calm the tidal wave of panic washing over him.

"N-No, not just yet, I'm taking a quick break at the side of the road." His answer sounded strained as he attempted to regulate his sharp breaths. You knew something wasn't right but you also trusted Spencer and knew if he wanted you to know, he would tell you.

"How far out are you?" Knowing that for the amount of time he had been driving meant that he should be pretty much there by now. "Only round 5 minutes until I should be near the house." His voice broke as the last few words almost as if it pained him to admit he's almost there. With the comfort of knowing you were there, Spencer decided to carry on driving while still on the phone. The car began to move and stayed well below the speed limit like he was trying to drag out the drive.

You had begun rambling about a random book to fill the silence, not in fear that it was awkward but in fear that the silence means that he has too much time with his thought. " Where are you now Spence?" He hesitated. " I've just gone over the bridge , so only a few more minutes." There was something about the way he spoke that just screamed to you. Just as you were about the speak again, Spencer's voice ripped through the phone. He was stumbling over his words but it was clear he wanted you to know. " Being back here, everything is just coming back to me. I thought I remembered everything but there are so many things that I forgot. That I chose to forget." He takes a heavy breath. "I'm remembering the faces of all the kids who made my like hell on earth, the way my dad left, the way my mom... Everything I wanted to never think of again had resurfaced and I want it to stop. It infuriates me that I cant stop it." His voice doesn't sound scared anymore it sounds furious. " And being back in this place, every face surrounding me. Every place taunting me. I don't think I can do it."

Now it was your chance to speak. " Spencer listen to me. You can do this, because your stronger than you were back then, they cant hurt you anymore. Remembering isn't a bad thing. Its proof you survived that and became a better person than all those bullies. You can carry on, I know you can. Trust me Spence. I love you and I believe in you." He wasn't sure how you did it, but your words reassured his enough that he didn't feel the urge to turn around completely. The confidence meant that he carried on all the door of his old home, he carried on through the door, he carried on through the house to each room.

It amazed Spencer how you alone managed to calm him enough that he pushed further than he thought he could. He relied on you and he didn't care. There was no shame in it. In fact, he's proud that he found you. Spencer never wanted to hide from you, never wanted to hide his sadness from you because both of you were in this together. Swimming together against the harsh waves that tried to rip you apart.

I wanted to just thank you guys for liking my other posts. I didn't expect so many people to interact with my little stories. I would also love if anyone wanted to make any suggestions for stories you would love to see.

Our kitchen

Summary: Despite the horrors you both see in your job, the comfort of your apartment is a bubble away from the real world.

Warnings: a slight mention to cases involving gore, mostly fluff

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

Daily life was always a little different for you and Spencer. A normal couple may go on date night on Thursdays but for you, Thursdays are for catching serial killers in small towns. It may not be normal but it was just how it worked.

Having returned from a case yesterday, you and Spencer were allowed the day off today and decided to spend every moment of it attached at the hip. The day began with the two of you sat at the kitchen table. Spencer sat sipping his sugar with coffee while reading the paper and you sat nursing a mug of tea as you read the poetry book that has been waiting to be read for weeks. It was peaceful to just sit together, co-existing while doing your own thing.

The rest of the day was surrounded in a simple peace. You both went about your tasks, smiling as you crossed paths every once in a while. As you walked towards the kitchen to make lunch, you bumped into Spencer who was headed to the bathroom. His hand rested on your waist as you both looked at one another. " Fancy seeing you here." He smiled down at you. You released a little chuckle and stared at him with a goofy grin that you couldn't fight off anymore. "Such a coincidence Dr Reid." His eyes sparkled with love as he stared at your smile, never wanting this moment to end. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your lips while grinning before moving back. Just as you were about to move from his hold, Spencer gave a simple kiss to your forehead, his nose nestled amongst your hair. He took in a small breath through his nose and savoured the smell of coconut that was left from your shampoo. After standing there for a little while, you decided that it was time to carry on with your tasks and slipped from his grip. Walking down the hall, you were unaware of Spencers gaze following you as he stared with adoration adorning his soft feature.

The rest of the day flew by and now all that was left to do was cook dinner for the two of you. It was a task that you loved doing together. You both settled into your routine, Spencer began cooking the sauce while you boiled the water for the pasta. Everything as almost done when you let out a small shriek, hands gripped you from behind and pulled you back into Spencer body. He gave a slight chuckle and spun you round. You were so close that you could feel his warm breath fluttering against your cheek.

One of his hands left your body, reaching for something on the counter behind. All of a sudden music started playing from the speaker. The tempo was slow and the melody was soft. Spencer started swaying slightly with you still in his hold. He brought his face next to you ear, " May I have this dance?". You could feel your face flush a bright red at his words and all you could manage was a little nod. His hands became glued to your waist as your arms drapped over his shoulders, hands clasping behind his neck.

And you stayed like this for the duration of multiple songs, moving with one another to the music, staring into the eyes of the love of your life. In you entranced state, neither of you had noticed the pasta boiling over the side of the pot. You spotted in over Spencers shoulder and realised it had burnt. " Spence, the pasta.." was all you could manage before he turned his head and came to the same realisation. You released him and turned the gas off. Both of you looked at the ruined pasta and simultaneously burst into laughter. After deciding that it wasn't worth cooking anymore, Spencer suggested take out and you happily agreed.

You ended up on the couch, cuddled against his side with a box of pizza on his lap. Enjoying this moment was the priority because there was an understanding that you'd be called to deal with another monster soon enough, but for now this time was yours. For now, he was yours.

The Pain In The Rain

Summary: After a difficult case, both you and Spencer return home. The reality of the case sets in and its Spencer's job to comfort you.

Warnings: Mentions of death and gore, referenced to sexual assault, anxiety, panic attacks, trauma but Reid fluff at the end

Spencer Reid x BAU!reader

Every aspect of this case had gotten to you. A man was going round kidnapping and sexually assaulting girls on their 21st birthdays. The pure evil of this man threw you back to the tragedy of your childhood with the horror of your stepfather.

The second you stepped of the jet, Spencer watched your shoulders slump in defeat and your brain flew 100 mph. He knew this had gotten to you from the moment the team arrived at the scene, you were so angry and determined to find this guy. It didn't take a profiler to see the guilt you carried for not saving the final girl and the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes at the debrief on the jet.

The long jet ride was followed by a short car ride as Spencer drove you both back to your shared apartment. Neither of you said a word, you couldn't bring yourself to speak in fear that your voice would tremble with the emotions you were keeping in and Spencer just couldn't find the words to say to you. Spencer got the bags from the car as you climbed up to the apartment and once through the door, kicked your shoes off with such force that they hit the wall with a dull thud. Every emotion was working its way to the forefront of your mind as you replayed the whole events of the case. The images of the way those girls has been defiled flung you back to the feeling of his hands on you, the dirty feeling he left on your skin. Your breathing picked up as your eyes flew around the room seeing something that wasn't there. The panic rose in your chest as the tears you held pushed from your eyes and slid down your cheeks. You felt like you couldn't breath, you began tugging at the collar of your shirt in an attempt to provide your lungs with more oxygen. For you, the apartment has been replaced by the scene of your stolen innocence. It felt like you were trapped in your mind, replaying the events over and over with no relief. It felt like drowning in the pent up emotions that formed an ocean in your mind and no one was coming to save you. But there was someone.

Spencer walked through the door and immediately knew something was wrong. He already knew but the sight of you shoes discarded was so abnormal that he dropped the bags and half sprinted to find you. When he found you, you were stood in the living room, eyes flicking everywhere, never focusing and he knew you weren't seeing what he was. Your chest rose and fell so quick that he felt that there was not enough oxygen in the room to satisfy your panicked body. Spencer rushed to your body, bending down to meet your eyes but found they weren't really looking at him. As he spoke, Spencer shook you slightly, trying to break you from the panic the embraced your mind but to no success.

All of a sudden you became aware of someone touching you and a male voice speaking to you. Logic and reason had left the moment you stepped through that door. So, in your panicked state, you did the only thing your brain and body could manage. You ran.

Out of Spencer's loving touch, out of the apartment, out of the building, down onto the street. The rain above poured over you, drenching you in seconds but you hardly noticed. Your legs carried you for 3 blocks before the disorientation kicked in and forced you to stop. Breath still heavy, you stood in the rain and tried to harness your brain. The feeling of rain pattering on your ocean calmed you slightly but the panic remained. A voice carried through the melancholy rain. His voice. Not the one that scares you and forces you to hide like a child, it was the voice that coaxes you from that dark place and sounds like early mornings in the summer.

Spencer had sprinted after you, not caring about the stares he got from strangers at his lack of appropriate attire for the current weather. He chased after you for 3 blocks until he found you stood in the rain, just stood. It shattered his heart to see you so broken but he knew you needed him. Calling your name, he walked closer. Your panic began to subside as he neared, his presence calming you. Once in arms reach, he gathered you into his arms and held on like he would never let go. You broken in his hold. Your knees give out and the only thing keeping you from the ground is his arms. The tears returned but this time they weren't panicked ones, they were tears of sadness and relief. Sad that everything happened and relieved that you're safe with Spencer.

The two of you stood there for what felt like an eternity, getting soaked through by the rain and embracing one another. His hand stroked your hair as you held his shirt in fists. The comfort encircled you as the tears stopped and all the negative emotions were washed away with the rain and his touch.

For once in your life you came to the realisation that even if you were drowning in this ocean, Spencer is your lifeguard and would jump in to save you from the waves trying to pull you under. He was your lighthouse in the storm of you mind as the waters threatened to drown you. Spencer Reid was keeping you afloat. And he always would.