#Harrison reid

[bondirescuefans]

[final-bae-stination]

Incorrect Quote #2: Bondi Rescue

Harrison, setting down a card: Ace of spades Joel, pulling out an Uno card: +4 Chase, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you Noah, trembling: What are we playing

[rpfshippingpolls]

⚠️ DON’T START DISCOURSE ABOUT RPF IN THE NOTES!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU DO SO ⚠️

Do you ship it?

Reason:

“that first image is an official post from the im a celebrity instagram account and they had like half an episode dedicated to their "bromance"... theyve been called cute by the campmates while they were bringing the single water jug together which they excused as "some chores need to be done together" like ok.. and there is like no fandom content for them except for the literal show but they are soooo perfect for fanfics. 2 guys put in a jungle for a reality show. come ONN”

[instaaumemes]

Dm or request me if you want me to continue this or make something for you

[weird-kid-maxx]

Masterlist!

MY BABYSITTER'S A VAMPIRE

BONDI RESCUE

[sweetlycreations]

loves - harrison reid

-unrequested-

[non-e-per-sempre]

If I said it once I've said it a thousand times, Harrison looks like a young JFK and no one can tell me different 

[flytotheway]

Don't worry about him he has just seen the ghost of his dead wife

[assortedmelons]

Celebrity Melons

[babyparker13]

I want 2 boyfriends and I want them to be boyfriends

[final-bae-stination]

Sick (Bondi Rescue)

Prompt: Lachie is sick. Will, his "big brother" (roommate) is trying to force him to stay home, but when Lachie's sickness and fever spikes to the point where he's delusional, Will has to take him to the ER. And also, Hutz feels bad, because Hutz got him sick in the first place.

Warnings: Sick Lachie; Passing Out In The Shower; Delusional Sickness; Hospitals; Dangerous Fevers; Concerned Will Bigelow; Big Brother Will; Little Brother Lachie; Concerned Will; Guilty Harrison Reid.

Third Person POV

Lachie stared vacantly at his bedroom wall, trying to figure out if he could convince his roommate/older brother figure, Will, that he was good to work today. Lachie's chest was a little heavy, his breath a little wheezy, and he was feeling feverish, but he figured he'd just slept under the blankets too long. He sighed, chest rattling, and broke into a coughing fit as he tried to get up. He stumbled to his closet, grabbing a shirt, and Will appeared in the doorway. "What're you doing?" He asked. "Getting...a shirt?" Lachie frowned. "Why? You're not going in." "I am, though." "Nah, mate, think Hutz got you sick." "I'm fine."

Will gave him a flat look as Lachie coughed--again. "Will, it's a cough, that's a human thing to do, isn't it?" He grabbed some joggers (sweatpants) from his dresser before moving to the bathroom, hearing Will call, "Yes, but you're sick!"

Lachie ignored him, starting the shower and kicking the door shut, sighing and breaking into another coughing fit. He was really gonna kill Hutz. He'd had the flu last week and hadn't really realized it until he threw up, three times at work, and Hoppo literally forced Maxi to take the boy home. Not to mention Hutz almost passed out, in the ocean, twice. Stepping under the hot water, Lachie started feeling his muscles relax and groaned, tipping his head back. He must've blacked out or something, because he woke up to Will throwing the door open, grabbing Lachie's arms and slinging a towel around him. Lachie wasn't really aware of what was happening until Will managed to get him in some joggers. "What..." He blinked, seeing Will in front of him, holding his shirt. "You passed out, mate." Will said, his blue eyes dark with worry. "You know you're not supposed to tilt your head back, moron." Will shook his head, helping Lachie into the shirt. "Sorry," Lachie mumbled, feeling hazy. He started coughing, having to bend in half to breathe. "Lachie, hey. Why don't we just head to bed, yeah?" "Kay," Lachie whined, eyes shut. He had never remembered feeling this horrible since he was small, maybe six or seven.

Will got Lachie into bed, and Lachie passed out for a few hours. When he woke up, the sun was sinking below the horizon, and Lachie could hear a movie on the TV in the living room and a voice, not Will's, laughing. Frowning, he shakily got up, hoping not to collapse, but the way he swung his legs over the edge of the bed made his stomach churn, and he forced himself up, to run to the bathroom, barely making it over the toilet before everything came out. He couldn't breathe, and it was so gross. A hand rubbed his back slowly, and Lachie whined, trying to pull away. "Hey, just me." Will said, brushing Lachie's bangs back. Lachie groaned. It was so embarrassing to sit here, puking his guts up, as the older man stood there (despite Will having done it before). "Sorry," He coughed, and Will shook his head. "Don't apologize for being sick. Trust me, kid, I've seen way worse." He helped Lachie sit back, flushed the toilet, and helped him stand. He pulled a thermometer from the cabinet. "Here." Lachie sat there for a minute with the thermometer under his tongue until it beeped and Will winced, showing Lachie. "Gotta get that down." 102.4 read the tiny screen. Lachie sighed.

They entered the kitchen. Lachie wished, just for a moment, that he could sit and lean against Will, but it'd get the man sick. Hell, he was probably getting sick right now. Guilt churned in Lachie's gut at the thought. Will slid a plate over, with toast on it, and Lachie, totally spaced out, dropped his head with a heavy clunk on the table that made Will cringe and touch his back gently. "Don't hurt yourself," He said, but Lachie just whined softly, not lifting his head. "Hey. Eat this, then go to bed, okay?" Will said, and Lachie glared at the toast, wondering if it'd make him puke again. But he was really hungry, so he grabbed one, almost limp, and nibbled it slowly as Will cooked something. Suddenly, he frowned. His vision was spinning as well, and he couldn't breathe, like there was invisible sandbags on Lachie's chest. He frowned.

"Will," He said, but Will didn't hear him.

He stood, turning to go to his room. Maybe laying down would help, but the moment he stood, he felt lightheaded. "Will." He had enough time to say, a little louder, before his vision went white.

Will heard Lachie, and turned just in time to see the boy's eyes roll to the whites, like a freaky zombie movie, and crumple in a dead heap on the floor. "Lachie!" Will shouted, rushing to Lachie. The boy was unresponsive, pulse racing, and eyes fluttering under his bruise-colored eyelids. "Lachie, hey!" He shook Lachie's arm, but the boy only groaned. Will grunted as he lifted Lachie bridal-style and took him to his room. He knew passing out was generally a bad thing, but he figured, Lachie's sick, he probably stood up too fast. He tucked Lachie into the bed, feeling oddly like a parent for a moment (not that he minded) and rushed back to the kitchen so as not to burn what he was making.

Time Skip

Lachie woke up, not knowing where he was. He glanced around. The walls had posters on them, things he recognized, but...was this his room? He coughed, rolling over, and fought the nausea. "Hey." A guy said, coming in, and Lachie stared at him, confused. A memory tickled his brain. Did he know this guy? "Hi?" Lachie asked, startled. The guy stared at him. "You okay?" He asked. "I...I guess. Where..." He blinked, looking around, at the posters, the walls' "Is this my room?" The man was staring at him, concerned now. "Um...yeah. You live with me, remember?"

"No. I...think..." He could barely talk. He was also covered in sweat, felt hot around the face, and couldn't breathe. "I can't breathe," He whispered. The man swore, stepping closer and feeling Lachie's head. "Damn. Okay, um...I'll be right back." "Kay." Lachie mumbled, collapsing into his bed as the man left. Lachie knew he knew that guy, but the name wasn't there. Hadn't he worked with him before? Wait, what is my job? Lachie wondered. Aren't I...a lifeguard? At the ocean, I think. Bondi?

"Hey." The man was back. "Stick this under your tongue, and then we're gonna head to the hospital, okay? Whippet's coming to get us." "Whippet...?" "Yeah." Lachie allowed the guy to stick the thermometer under his tongue as he grabbed a hoodie. The thermometer beeped, showing 102.6. "Shit. Here, up."

The guy helped him dress in a warm hoodie, joggers, and sneakers, then helped him outside, where a man in a car was waiting. Slipping in the back and the other guy in the front, the blonde said to the driver, "He doesn't remember me, so I figured ER was the next step. Also, his fever was at 102.6 last time I checked. So hurry, please." Now the driver was looking at him. "Sure. Hey, Lachie. Ready?" "Sure?" Lachie frowned. He knew these people. He started mumbling, "I know them, I...Whippet..." He frowned, trying to place the names. Unknown to him, Will and Whippet were listening to his rambles.

"I'm...beach. I work at the beach. Ocean?" Lachie thought harder, his head pounding. "Bondi. Boss--Is my boss mad?" "No. No, he knows you're sick." Whippet shared an alarmed glance with Will. If Lachie ever talked about Hoppo, he said the name, not boss. Did Lachie remember Hoppo at the moment?

They arrived at the hospital, explaining everything to the nurse. When they got to his temp, she grabbed Lachie gently and led him back, but the men had to wait in the waiting room. For some reason, Lachie didn't want to go alone, so he glued himself to the man Whippet (was that his name?) had called Will. "Can he come?" the nurse shook her head. "He can come when we're done, alright?" Lachie looked sad but followed her.

He doesn't remember passing out, but he woke up with Whippet in a chair on the left, Will on the right. "Will?" Lachie asked, and both men looked up. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Will asked. "Better, I think. I'm...not as hot. And I can breathe." He mumbled, playing with the edge of the blanket. "That's good." Whippet smiled. "You scared us earlier." He said softly. "Why?" "You had no idea who we were, didn't know where you worked. Nothing." Will said. "Sorry." Lachie mumbled. "Don't be. We got you some help, that's all we needed." Just then, the doctor came in, and he smiled, seeing Lachie awake. "Mr. McArthur, hello." He said. "Lachie," the boy said, and the doctor nodded. "Lachie," he corrected. "How do you feel? You still feel sick, any pain?" "No." "Good! So, our plan was to keep you overnight, just to be sure, but you are improving rapidly, so we'll give it a few more hours and then, if you're still looking good, we can send you home. Sound okay?" "Yeah." Lachie said, yawning. "Good!" The doctor turned to Will, saying something, as Lachie dropped off into sleep again.

Time Skip

"Lachie!" Jake crowed when Lachie walked into the Tower on Sunday. Lachie grinned as the others smiled, greeting him. "Hi," He said, and Hutz, when their eyes connected, glanced away quickly, guilt etched on his face. Will had informed the team (or Whippet did--either way, they knew) about Lachie's ER trip, so Lachie knew that Hutz felt bad. He sat next to the Kiwi on the desk. "Don't feel bad, okay?" "I-I'm not--" "You are. I can see it. So what if I ended up in the ER and you didn't? You didn't wanna get me sick." Hutz shrugged. "I guess." "Love you, mate." Lachie smiled, flicking Hutz's forehead. Hutz laughed. "Yeah, love you, too."

[they-call-me-whiskey]

I’ve been thinking about Inside Voice and I want to write more about Tara.

P.S. Tara is a teenager, so she’s not going to have romantic relationships with adults.

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Se7en 1995

[weird-kid-maxx]

Harrison: You have to apologize to Lachie Maxi: Fine. Maxi: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

[edna-skiffens]

Okay I kind of have a dilemma.

I’m itching to write again. The creative juices are scratching at my brain, eager to be let loose and flow, but.. idk who to write for anymore.

I know I used to write for Tom and Harrison and I still love them both dearly. But here’s the deal: Tom is barely on a screen I’m looking at anymore so it’s kinda one of those ‘out of sight out of mind’ deals plus he’s so locked down with Zendaya (which I love) and idk.. I just don’t have it in me to write for him anymore. Or at least right now. The idea or urge may come! Especially with new projects potentially coming out! But for now he’s off the table and I kind of feel the same way for Harrison but for different reasons. I suppose I’d be more inclined to write for him because (I’m pretty sure) he’s single again and he’s more present on his social media but idk. And I know I’ve written for both of them when they were in relationships in the past - the main point is I just haven’t been following those boys as much lately. 😢

So that brings me to my next point. Who, my lovely followers if you’re still here, would you like to see me write for? Who do you like to read? I have a barely started/quickly abandoned Harry Styles fic? I absolutely adore Spencer Reid and read some Top Gun Maverick fics occasionally but have never attempted writing for either of them and typically don’t write for fictional characters… idk.

I agree with the old saying of write what you want to read but you know it’s disheartening when you work on stuff and then it sits there collecting dust and no one pays any attention to it. I may as well daydream and not waste my time putting thoughts to the Google Doc.

What I’ve been obsessed with reading lately are young marauders fics. And the kicker here is I’ve never even read or seen Harry Potter. I know. How have I lived? I do plan on watching the movies.. there’s a line of people that have offered to do a marathon whenever I’m ready so I just have to find that time. But basically I somehow stumbled into that fandom and now I’m obsessed. I’m obsessed with the characters and their personalities but I feel very insecure and inadequate writing for something I’ve never seen/read the source material for.. even if I’ve been reading fanfiction for months and inferred many things. But that’s kind of the main world my head is in now and what even has sparked this recent inspiration to start writing again. Sooo anyone even interested in that? (And if so what references do I need to get started bc I don’t think I have all of those books in me haha)

Anyway if you made it to this end, wow, thank you.

There’s recently been some .. life changing circumstances.. that I’ll get into another time, but I have a bit more time on my hands and instead of sitting at home bored I’d love to do something like write. I just need to find my next subject. Again, I’m not saying goodbye to Tom or Harrison forever (and I may even finish some started fics just to dip my toes back in). But I don’t think anything would feel authentic right now focused on them.

Please feel free to send me any suggestions on any and all things! Thank you!

[glowingspence]

"Seperated marriage"

Summary:

Derek moves to LA to lead a SWAT team after quitting the FBI, only that he was married to Spencer when he moved. After two years of giving Morgan time and waiting for visits for him, waiting for him to change his mind, trying to adjust to a marriage Spencer knows hasn't been what it used to for a long time now, he travels down there.

(Derek Morgan (criminal minds) and Daniel “Hondo” Harrison (SWAT) are the same person in this)

Note: This was written for the whumptober challenge day 1 with the prompt "if only we could hold on"

Ao3

They are standing in the headquarters of the LAPD swat as Derek is informing them about the new developments on their case when he notices Tan and Streets focus shifting to something that is behind him and Hicks face of recognition when he turns around and sees Spencer standing there behind him. 

“Spence” Surprised Derek lays the tablet away and walks towards his husband. He hasn't seen him in weeks, him being busy with SWAT, Spencer being back with the BAU. “What are you doing here?”

A bit confused by the situation the team eyes them, not knowing who Spencer is but being able to tell that Derek’s entire stance and face changed when he spotted him with them. 

“We need to talk, I can't do it anymore” Spencer whispers as Derek comes closer, tears peaking in his eyes, avoiding Derek’s eyes just like he always does after a longer time apart, 

“What are you talking about?”

“I cant’t- you are here, I am- I just- please” A tear runs down Spencer’s face as he tries to explain why he showed up here. Tries to explain the pain that has been creeping inside of him for the last few weeks. If he can even pinpoint it to the last weeks, maybe even months.

“Okay, take a deep breath-

“I don't want to take a  deep breath, I want you to talk to me- I- I-” 

“We will, just- not here” With a hand on Spencer’s back he guides him away from the eyes of the others, trying to find a quiet corner where he can find out what is going on with Spencer.

“What was that all about?” Street questions the moment they are out of hearing range. 

“Seemed personal so lets not pry” Hicks speaks up, wanting to sush the group before more questions arise. He had met Spencer once and talked to him on one other occasion when he was worried about Derek so he knows what their relationship is but he also knows Derek has not been exactly showing off his relationship status. If anything, he has been hiding it. Ignoring it. Picking up on more than one occasion a guest for the night when they went out together. As far as Hicks is concerned it's their business, he is not about to get involved and he sure doesn't need the drama of the team getting involved in Derek's love life because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. 

“We can talk in here, love” Derek muttered as he guides Spencer into a quiet room that is usually used to speak to family members of the victims or witnesses. He waits till the door behind him is closed before he takes Spencer into his arms, “Now what is going on? What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t-” Spencer presses his face against Derek’s shoulder, “I couldn’t- its to much” “What is too much?” Derek asks him calmly, not holding him back as Spencer tries to get out of the hug. 

“The distance, you being here, me being back home, you not calling me, not texting the whole day- I can't do that anymore”

“Spencer we agreed-” Derek tries to reason as the tears start running down his face. 

“We didn't agree on anything!” He yells, “On nothing. You packed your things, you moved here, you asked me if I want to come along, I- I struggled for a moment and you left! You just left” 

“That's not how it went down, Spence-” “This is how it went down for me!” 

“Okay, please-” Comforting Derek places his hands on Spencer’s arm, knowing full well Spencer is using every strength right now to ball his hands into fists hard enough to press his nails into his palms, “I know this hasn’t been easy on you”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do” 

“Why did you have to leave-” “I didn't leave you, I left-” “The situation, yeah I know” Spencer bites back, “But I am part of exactly that situation”

“I gave you the choice-” “With what time to decide” “Spencer, what is your goal here?” Derek yells back, “We have been doing finde like this for the last two years”

“You have! You have your life, your job, your new friends. I am the one who is being torn in half between my home and you.”

“You decided that as well-”

“You act like you gave me a choice!” “I gave you a choice” Agitated Derek lets go of Spencer who immediately starts scratching his neck, while Derek takes a step back.

“I had- I had no way to decide- no time- I- I- everything I have is back there!” “Well except for me” Derek yells, “You decided against me as well, don't pin that on me” “Okay maybe I did, but this is not the way I can keep going. I didn't marry someone to then live hours apart and see each other when after a hundred days I have the luck to have my sanity questioned enough to have a mandatory break in which you do what? Not take one day off? Leave me in your house alone like I am some unwelcomed houseguest?”

“Well I didn't marry someone who would choose a job over his husband” Derek gives back.

“I didn't, you did” Spencer gives back and hurries out of the room, slamming the door behind him. 

What Derek learned in the last two years that they have been more apart than together is that he at least can let go of Spencer enough to now let him run off until they are both cooled off. So he sits down on one of the chairs in the room. He knew this would come eventually, when they after a week of yelling and tears and suddenly no words at all agreed, that Derek would move to Los Angeles alone while Spencer stays back with the BAU, he had waited for the day this became too much for Spencer. When they lived together, when they were what both of them imagined in their marriage, Spencer was inseparable from Derek. Derek would wake up with Spencer cuddled to his chest, he would always pick the closest seat to Derek no matter where they were, he knew Spencer would not be able to lose that. And as selfish as it sounds, Derek was sure Spencer would just come around, would join him in LA a few months later but after the first few months with daily phone calls and hardly three visits from him, Spencer seemed to be doing alright. At least that was what he was telling Derek. He came to visit him a couple of times, using the days Emily implanted as the time he could spend with Derek and while they always fell back into place again, being inseparable in their home, as Derek sees it, in Derek’s home as Spencer sees it, when Jessica rang at that door when Spencer was there, Derek knew Spencer was not gonna let him forbid him not seeking the same physical comfort in others. And Derek is sure he did, maybe with Luke, maybe someone else, he never asked. And maybe he even did him wrong. 

The team watches Spencer storm out of the precinct, catching a glimpse of the badge on his belt and figuring it must be related to an older case or maybe even to the BAU. It was Deac who eventually walked into the room where Spencer had come out of. “You okay?”

“Not really” Derek speaks up, looking back down on the floor,

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I am not sure you are the right guy for this” Derek tells him with a chuckle, “Believe me”

“Well try me” Deacon closes the door after them, “I am here to help, he seemed pretty upset as he ran out, was he an old friend? Did you work together”

“We did”

“Here in LA?”

“Nah with the FBI” 

“So what is he doing here? Was it about an old case?” Deacon keeps pushing, “Can we help you?”

“This is something I have to figure out alone with him”

“Are you sure?” “Yes” Slowly Derek gets up, feeling the nervous pit in his stomach when he thinks about the fact that he doesn't know where Spencer is. When he is back home he knows the team has always an eye on him, here the team thinks that about him. If they even know that he is here, “Sorry, I need to go. I need to check on him”

“I will tell Hicks” Deacon promises, accepting his fate that he is not going to know what this is about for the moment, “Anything else?”

“Nah, I am gonna have to find him, I will call you if you need any help”

“Don’t hesitate”

“As long as you don’t” Derek mutters under his breath and Deacon pretends that he has not heard it. 

*

“Spencer, call me back if you get this, I am worried, let's talk at home, we can work this out” Derek speaks onto Spencer’s mailbox while leaving the headquarters, as Hicks catches up with him. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah just need to straighten a few things up, sorry about that”

“You are on duty”

“This is more important” Derek tells him, “I need to find him, I didn't even listen to him before I became defensive”

“Is he okay?”

“To be honest, I don't know, we have barely talked for all I know he could be in every mental state there is and I wouldn't have known” Derek starts ranting, “And he comes here and I don't even listen to him”

“He surprised you-” “Well I will be glad if that's the only surprise” Derek mutters and tries calling Spencer again, no one picking up the phone, “If this man would use his goddamn phone”

“We can track it if you want” For a moment Derek hesitates but all the doubts if that's the right way vanish the moment he thinks about how agitated Spencer was, “You do that and I start looking for him”

“Should I involve your team?” “Let's wait with that” 

To Derek's surprise Emily is the one who calls him before Spencer does about an hour after Spencer had left the precinct, “I shouldn't be telling you this but Spencer just called Rossi in tears, talking about how your marriage is not to be safed crying bitterly, please tell me you know where he is”

“I don't, I am looking for him, he isn't at my house, not at the bookstore he goes to, I don't know. “ Panicked Derek gets back into his car, “And our marriage is not over-”

“I know that”

“We just need, we can't go on like this, we are not supposed to be married like this, this is not how we work-”

“Derek I am maybe biased because I see Spencer every day but you are the one that needs to close this gap between you two. No one else can do that. We have been on your team long after you left but even we cant excuse you anymore”

“I am not the only one in this marriage” “You are the one that has been one foot out ever since you moved. And I love you but that's not gonna stop me from calling you an asshole.” Emily tells him as Derek starts the car again, “Now Rossi is in contact with Spencer, he is fine but not thinking straight, he is not melting down but a binge away from panicking, Garcia has his phone tracked and I will send you the location. And if you don’t crawl there on your knees and listen to that man I will come down there personally and pick that kid up and make him sign the divorce paper. Am I being clear?” “Yes Ma’am”

“Good”

Emily was there when they got married, standing there with the biggest smile on her lips, cheering them on as they kissed and Spencer cheeks lit up in bright red as Derek kissed him again just like on their first date. He had loved doing that to him, kissing him casually and when he ignored him or passed it off planting an extra long kiss on his cheek, wanting him to embarrassingly slightly push him away as he grows red. He had loved showing Spencer off in every new precinct they went to, loved how the officers shut up when Spencer talks about the facts he has in his brain and if not making the officers shut up. He had loved having their wedding pictures on the wall and loved watching the video entirely filmed out of Henry's perspective with a camcorder that shows a bit more of JJ than the actual couple. And now, he hasn't worn his ring to a shift here ones, the wedding pictures are still packed in one of the moving boxes and the last time he has kissed Spencer before today was three months ago at breakfast before he hurried to work and was to scared to drive Spencer to the airport in case anybody sees them. 

Garcia comes through with the location, probably because she has his location anyways, something Morgan used to have as well before Spencer got a new phone and he forgot to install it again. “Spencer!” He calls as he sees him walking down a street, “Spencer stop” A bit relieved Spencer looks at him, “What are you doing here, you had me worried sick?”

“I- i- don't know- i left and tried to get to your house and- its all- I don't know”

“Love, you don't make any sense right now, let's just get you in the car and then home okay?” With a firm grip he leads Spencer over the street, guiding him into the passenger seat before buckling him up, “I am so sorry love” He whispers before kissing him on the forehead and getting into the car himself. 

“We will drive home and then we can talk okay?”

“I- I don't want to talk anymore- I need things to change” Spencer speaks up, “I love you but I cant hold onto this anymore”

“I know”

“Do you? Because you have done nothing to fix it”

“I- I don't know it was this bad-” “Didnt you feel it too?” Spencer gets agitated again, “You are supposed to miss me too, you are supposed to love me-” “Can we please just get home first?”

“No, I need an answer now” Spencer insists, “Can we fix this?”

“We always can”

“You need to want it too?”

“I don't know what you want me to say” There is a long moment of silence in which Spencer cries quietly before wiping the tears of his face with his hands, “Spencer-”

“Alright” “Alright what?”

“Alright”

“Spence-”

“Just tell me”

“Tell you what?”

“What- how many were there? Do the others know? What- What is there you do because I don't believe you don't hurt as much as I do”

“I do hurt but you are right there were others” Derek confesses and turns the engine back off, “The others dont know. I came here and pretended everything was different. They don't know who you are, they don't know why I left, they don't know anything, there were a few woman and man I have slept with and one woman i slept with more than once but that's it”

“Thats it” Spencer mutters, “You asked” He shrugs at that, “Don't tell me you haven't been sleeping around back home”

“I havent” “Right” Derek scoffs, “At least I am honest with you”

“We are not going to work this out are we?”

“I dont think so” For the first time since Derek has met Spencer he looks at him and does not want to kiss that face at least a hundred times, wrap him into his arms, never let him go. For the first time he looks at him and he feels nothing apart from a breathtaking pain in his chest, “You at least feel this stupid pain too?”

“Have been for weeks” Quietly Spencer plays with the wedding ring on his finger, “I can't take it off”

“I know, you never have” “Would it be weird if I leave it on?”

“No”

“Where is yours?”

“Don't do that to yourself kid” He smiles at that, 

“Guess now you can call me that again” Spencer jokes, 

“Not a chance in hell, it was a slip up, you will always be my love i am not gonna change it” 

*

“You okay?” Deacon questions when Derek arrives at work the next day, looking like he feels.

“Not at all”

“We are here for you” He repeats, 

“Well I was an asshole and now I’ve gotta deal with it” Derek tells him, “Have you ever thought about leaving Annie?” “Not a second” The answer came without missing a beat. “Why?”

“I told you I am not sure you are the one who wants to hear about this” Derek reminds him and continues walking towards the locker room. “And again, I am here for you” He insists, 

“The man that showed up here yesterday was my husband” Derek confesses, “Well soon to be ex-husband” For a moment Deacon looks at him in shook, “We have been together for 9 years, its over, it was long overdue”

“Overdue?”

“Yes” Derek tells him “Now I don't want to talk about this any more, I will be fine”

*

“Oh Spence” JJ picks him up at the airport as he comes back, “I am so sorry”

“I knew this would happen”

“Doesn’t make it any easier” “He seemed so fine”

“He always does, you know he is hurting just as much.”

*

They don't reach out for the next week, and the week after that and even the third week gets left behind without a word until Spencer is standing in the conference room with the others, discussing the new case when Emily starts looking past him, her eyes lighting up “Derek!” She exclaims and Spencer immediately feels a relief coming through his body. That they didn’t talk, Rossi told him, does also mean they are both not ready to get onto the final steps of handing in the papers. Of really saying goodbye to each other. And he had been right. After the first anger at Derek's inability to understand where Spencer was coming from Spencer had spent the days thinking about ways to fix the situation again. 

“Well is this a sight I miss” Derek tells them looking around the conference room he had been sitting in way to many years, “Hey” He speaks more quietly as he approaches Spencer, “We need to talk” Comforting placing a hand on his back, “Again”

“Let me finish this up and then I will be with you” “Alright pretty boy” With a smile he walks to an empty chair, “Mind if I sit in on this one?”

“If you can handle it” Rossi jokes and Spencer gets back to talking over the case, his hands visibly shaking, eventually so much that he has to put the papers down in order to continue because he couldn't read anything on them this way anyway. “Let us finish this, you two get out of here”

“Wheels up in 20, you two better make it quick”

“We will” Derek promises them and leaves the room after Spencer, walking the hallways down to his old office that is currently unused. “Feels strange being back” 

“Especially here” Quickly Spencer glances over to the couch where they spend more than a handful of times relieving from a case, “You can't go through with it either”

“No chance” “But we can also not go on this way”

“I know”

“You are not going to move back either”

“No” Derek admits, “Even being here makes me think I forgot how to breathe, I can't- this is not something I can handle in my life anymore.” 

“And I am?” Spencer whispers.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well me, me and my- my habits and just me- you didn't just flee from a job and a home you also fled fled from me” 

“I know but it was not because of you, I promise.” Derek insists, reaching out to hold Spencer’s hand. “I know our marriage isnt what it used to be and I fucked up but I think we deserve a second chance. Not here-”

“But in LA”

“We will find a house, you can take lighter work at a university, consulting on our cases, we spend days with a routine not flying away to different cities and being ripped out of our regular lives. We deserve to spend the evening on the couch arguing about what movie we watch and who is going to pick up groceries on their way home” Spencer smiles at that.

“Well you already have a house-” He whispers, “It just needs a few more books in them”