The journey of finding a home
Summary: Gideon reconnects with his old friends meanwhile the wedding preperation brings Derek's & Spencer's family to town.
Note: I stole the headcanon that Hotch is allergic to strawberries from the lovely @ssa-sarahsunshine . Much love to you. (Also: If you want to read fantasy criminal minds AUs, her blog is the best place to go <3 )
"This smells amazing." JJ announces stepping into the kitchen, her dress from yesterday has been replaced with Hotch's shirt, it had been tucked into pants from Spencer that after getting up, Hotch stole for her.
Following the scent she walks towards the oven where fresh cookies are baking while Gideon is making scrambled eggs on the stove.
"You can grab a cookie already. It's on minimum heat to keep them warm until Spencer wakes up." Gideon tells her with a warm smile.
"Can I hug you first?"
"Of course" The man puts down the spatula and opens his arms for her, "It's good to see you."
"You turned into a grown woman. You lost your baby cheeks." He tells her with an honest smile as he looks down on her.
"They went with my pregnancy."
"I heard" He lets go of her to keep stirring the eggs. "Henry, right?"
"Are you married yet?"
"No, we have been engaged for years but there was never the right moment." She explains, grabbing a glass to pour some orange juice in, "What about you? Did you meet someone on the road?"
"No" He tells her with a chuckle, she always had been the most blunt one when it came to his private life. Back then he had been their supervisor, now, sharing a cabin with them and making breakfast, he knows they can drop the formalities.
"I heard you got some work done."
"It's impressive. Garcia kept tab on it."
"Garcia?" He questions filling the first portion of egg into a bowl.
"Penelope." JJ answers with a frown.
"Right, the technical analyst. She must have a lot more work in the times now." Gideon guesses, "How is she?"
"She is good. She is dating someone and she is doing an insane amount of work."
"What about your work? I heard you changed your opinion about profilers?" Gideon hints at her newest promotion.
"I am one now." She admits stealing some of the scrambled eggs with her fork, "Not that I did not learn most of it prior already but it's official now."
"I saw an article when you worked for the pentagon."
"That was not my decision-"
"I figured." He calms her, "Your name, believe me, whenever I worked with a PD that I worked with the BAU before, they remembered you. You certainly did a good job representing us."
"I am just being honest."
"Good morning" Rubbing his eyes, Hotch steps into the room walking towards the fridge to get some water.
"Morning, Aaron." Gideon greets him and grabs a glass for him, "You okay?"
"Allergies" He complains and sits down, his nose stuffed.
"I tried cleaning most of the dust, I am sorry kid." Gideon apologizes. "You have your medication with you?"
"It's not a problem, I am fine." He takes a sip smiling at Gideon, "I promise"
"I didn't even know you had allergies." JJ admits.
"Strawberries and dust." Gideon answers for him earning himself a glare "I found that first thing out at a charity event."
"Ever since you have grown a little bit protective over it."
"It's your own fault." Rossi chimes in, entering the room, "We had our newest Agent lying on the floor, choking for minutes until someone found an allergy pen." With a knowing smile he walks over to the can of coffee, "I think most of my grey hair grew that day."
"I don't also take the blame for that." Hotch defends himself with a raspy voice.
"JJ is here." Spencer whispers. cupping Morgan's face in the morning, leaning onto him . "Wake up"
"I am up." He brings out, his head is pounding from the alcohol he had last night.
"Can we get up? Can we get up?" He asks with a wide smile being barely an inch away from Morgan's face. "Please"
"Sure, give me a moment okay?"
"JJ is here!"
"I know, she drove me."
"Can I say good morning?"
"I will be back in no time." Quickly Spencer rushes out of bed, the dog following him out of the room into the kitchen where he shyly looks at the scene before making his way over to JJ to hug her.
"That was a nice surprise that you brought Morgan over."
"It was, wasn't it?" She questions, both her and Hotch not telling him what brought this on while the others are left in the dark. "Where is he?"
"Why don't you get him? Breakfast is almost ready." Rossi encourages him.
"Bring him coffee," Hotch suggests.
"Bring him coffee. Bring him coffee. No coffee in bed or he won't get out." Spencer tells them rushing off leaving chuckles from the others behind as he walks back into their room where Derek is asleep again. "Morgan?"
"Breakfast is ready"
"Only breakfast I want is you." He jokes with a chuckle, pulling Spencer down to him for a kiss, "You got that?"
"That's something you say to Penelope. It's probably something sexual."
"Not here!" Spencer exclaims.
"I was just teasing you. Come here." Hesitant Spencer climbs onto the bed while Derek sits up, leaning against the headboard. "You alright?"
"You alright? Very"
"I didn't ruin your night by coming here did I?"
"No. I like it." He tells him, smiling at him, "I sleep better with you in bed than with Rossi."
"Then you are marrying the right person."
"I don't know yet" Spencer jokes and lets out a yelp when Derek pulls him forward and turns both of them over on the bed, looking down on him, "Maybe I should think about it again" He adds while giggling and Morgan leans down starting to kiss his neck while holding him down by his waist, "Maybe I should marry Rossi" He keeps on bringing out between laughter finding himself funny, while Derek keeps kissing his neck and eventually starts sucking at a spot, causing Spencer to moan.
"You like that baby?"
"No" Spencer presses his eyes shut, "No stop. Stop!" He yells taking his hand up to Derek's face to push him away, "Stop please"
With the last please Rossi and Gideon come rushing in while Derek moves from the bed, "I don't want it, please"
"It's okay, bambino" Rossi assures him walking towards the bed, "Nothing is gonna happen."
"You okay?" Worried, Gideon steps closer to Morgan who looks down on Spencer, shocked about what just happened.
"Yeah we- I didn't."
"It's okay." Comforting Gideon places a hand on his back, "Why don't you step out with me for a moment?"
"Spencer eyes on me for a second" Rossi tries calming Spencer, "There you go, it's okay"
"It's okay, he is not gonna do anything."
"Morgan" He makes grabby hands in his direction and said man understands, crawling back onto the bed and taking him into his arms, "I am sorry"
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
"I do" Soothing Derek rocks them back and forth while Spencer cries and the others leave the room.
"What if I can't do it on our wedding night?"
"Then that's okay. We don't ever have to do this, I promise. I promise you, nothing could make me not want to marry you at this point."
"I want to sleep with you."
"I know and that's a huge step." Derek tells him, "I am so proud of you, you made so much progress since I know you, you are so brave and strong, believe me you don't have to do this yet."
"Why can you do it?"
"I don't know"
"You can just- you can just have sex." Spencer brings out. "The same thing happened to you."
"I guess I can just not do other things because of it."
"You can do everything" Spencer brings out.
"I can't leave my fiancé with other men." He tells him and Spencer moves back, kneeling in front of him while wiping a tear away.
"What do you mean?"
"Last night I drove down here because I had a panic attack thinking about what they could do to you up here." He admits and Spencer frowns at him, tears gathering in his eyes again. "My mind went crazy the whole day. All I could think about was my baby all alone, not being able to defend himself."
"I- I- I was fine."
"A part of me knew that but there was so much worry inside my head, I couldn't leave you here."
"That's okay. I like you here." With a sad smile Morgan looks at Spencer, "Are you okay now?"
"None of them ever hurt me"
"I know." Morgan reaches for Spencer's hand letting his thump run over his rough skin, "It's just the cabin. Not this cabin but any cabin away from everything, really."
"Because of Buford?"
"Yeah" he admits, "And then the lake thing? It just tipped me over the edge I think. Hotch didn't mention it when he told me what you would do, I kinda just- I don't know."
"We didn't do any dirty things there. We just swam. And we had swimwear on."
"I didn't know you get panic attacks." Spencer admits and Morgan realizes what just slipped out.
"No- no it was one time. It happens-"
"That's why you are still in therapy" He figures out, withdrawing his hands, "Why wouldn't you tell me?"
"You didn't need to know."
"I do- it's- okay" Sadly Spencer nods, his lips forming in a way that tells Derek he is going to break into tears again.
"Hey, don't cry, come here." Derek pulls him closer again, and helps him lean against him, "I get panic attacks but they are rarely accruing, okay? I am all good. Being in therapy is something good because it helps me with them."
"Because of me?"
"No, I don't get them because of you. I may or may not have for years underestimated the trauma that comes with our job and some things that just hunt me."
"You can- you can talk to me about it. I can help."
"I know. It was just something I wanted to figure out alone first."
"But now with me?" He questions.
"We can try"
"I am gonna be your husband. Then we have to share things more."
"Is that so?" Derek asks, surprised.
"Well, what things are you gonna share with me?"
"The last name." Spencer tells and then giggles again.
"Alright, that was smooth pretty boy."
"Dr. Morgan Reid" He whispers. "It sounds long."
"You know what sounds long? Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Walter Morgan Reid." Derek teases him. "And technically, it's doctor three times."
They agreed on both of their last names, simply because on the job there are a lot of associations popping up in people's heads when they hear their last names.
"Can we go eat breakfast? They made cookies." Spencer suddenly remembers. "Please?"
"Of course! I am starving."
"I don't know, when was the last time you ate?" Morgan questions.
"Then I would say you are probably very hungry, yes." Derek concludes and Spencer nods and for a moment starts zoning out. "Baby?"
Hesitant he pulls him close again. "It's okay that was a lot at ones, why don't we go to the others? Eat a little bit?"
Morgan scoops him up in his arms carrying him over into the kitchen, "Good morning" JJ greets him, "We prepared coffee"
"You are a god sent angel." Morgan places Spencer on a chair, Clooney walking closer to press his head against Spencer's stomach. "That is a hell of a breakfast combo"
"When we-" Gideon starts, "It had been the only thing he would eat. Cookies and scrambled eggs."
"Why am I not surprised?" JJ asks, biting in another cookie while Derek fills Spencer's plate. "Do you want a coffee too, Spence?"
Anxiously he looks up to Morgan, "You want some? I am sure Gideon has some sugar."
Without an answer Spencer looks down on his plate and after a moment takes his fork and starts to eat while Derek places a glass of water in front of him, followed by pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Love you."
After a moment Spencer takes his hand up and signs it back before going back to eating his breakfast.
"There she is!" Spencer exclaims when he sees Fran walking towards them at the airport on monday, "Hug her?"
"Go ahead!" Morgan encourages him and watches Spencer surprising his mother with a hug, wrapping his arms around the smaller woman with force,
"Oh goodness!" She exclaims and hugs him back, "It's so good to see you"
"Careful" Morgan hugs them too, trapping Spencer between the two who lets out a giggle. "We missed you"
"Now you will have me for full 8 days, you will get sick of me soon enough" The woman tells them as they move out of the hug. "I am just glad you let me stay at a hotel, not at your home. I am too old for all the wedding stress"
"Don't act like you didn't hope you could stay with us, Mama" Derek tells her with a smile, grabbing her luggage.
"What do you mean?" Spencer questions, "We have a guest room."
"We don't" Derek fakes a confused expression and hopes that Spencer gets the hint to shut up about this.
They have a perfect guest room, they could let even more people stay but they have so many things going on this week that he declared their home an alone zone for the two of them.
Everything wedding related that requires personal meetings happens at Rossi's now. It is also where Spencer will stay the night before the wedding and where they will stay on their wedding night.
“We do,” Spencer tells her again innocently, “I would also let you stay in my room if you want too.”
“Real funny, baby.” Uncomfortable Derek lets out a laugh and places a hand on his back, “Someone had too much coffee this morning. Our guest room is filled with wedding stuff.”
“That’s all at Rossi’s, he has been complaining for months.”
“It’s okay, Derek. Believe me, I wouldn’t want my mother to stay in my house for a full week either.” Fran tells him with a wink, “Why don’t you two take me to my hotel so I can freshen up and can make it to our dinner reservations tions. I am dying to see Emily again, it has been so many years.”
“She is already excited.” Emily had, when everything with Buford came out, played an important role in comforting her. She had spent the day at their house, informing them about the investigations and even though she was still new to the team, didn’t even ones questioned Derek’s innocence.
“You are going to run holes into the grass.” Dave exclaims when he sees JJ outside, measuring things by walking up and down before taking notes on her tablet. “It’s all gonna be okay.”
“I just don’t want to mess anything up.”
“The woman at the flower shop needs a number today.” JJ sighs and looks at her notes again, “You think this is enough?”
“I think we will drown in flowers and that is exactly what Spencer wants.”
“Did the guy from the rental company call you back about the tables?” She asks.
“He did, it's all being taken care of.” With a warm smile he places both hands on her arms, “Come inside, we will eat something and then drive back to the office.”
“If we get a case on Saturday-”
“We don’t take cases this week. Hotch took care of that. All we do this week is take care of paperwork that piled up and consult on other cases.”
“That’s what we always say and then a case happens and we have to leave nevertheless.”
“But if we do-” She starts and places her hand on top of Rossi’s, “You can’t come with us. He needs you here.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“You look gorgeous.” Emily exclaims when she sees Spencer in a nice suit walking into the restaurant. “Did you drive all the way alone here?”
“No, I was with my mom and then I only had to take the subway and drive six stations.” Hesitant he sits down next to her in the round booth.
“Is your mom as excited as I am?” She questions while playing with her wine glass, she was the first one there.
“I don’t know.”
“She wasn’t very clear today.” He tells her and forces himself to a smile, “But her doctor said maybe she will be on Saturday.”
“I hope so.” Comforting she places a hand on his thigh and first he pulls away, using his hands to shield himself from her but then he grabs her wrist and places her hand back, taking a deep breath and then smiling at her, “Good job”
“You are safe”
“I am glad you see it that way.”
“Jack come here for a second please!” Hotch calls through the apartment, “We have a visitor.” Quickly the boy puts his pen down and takes up the opportunity to get out of his homework to rush into the kitchen seeing an older man standing next to his father which makes him insecure when he can’t recognize who it is but he seems nice and like someone that makes his Dad happy. Hopefully he didn’t forget about an uncle he is supposed to know.
“You are right, he grew up quite a bit.” Gideon speaks up looking at the boy he saw the last time when he just learned crawling.
“Jack, this is Jason, he is an old friend of mine. We worked together when you were born.” Shyly Jack leans against his fathers leg, feeling the comforting hand on his back, “You probably don’t remember do you?” Hotch asks in a tone that indicates that there is no chance he could.
“It’s not a problem, Son.” Gideon speaks again, “I heard from your dad that you are playing soccer now. My son loves soccer as well.”
“Dad and uncle Dave coach my team. And Beth always makes me snacks for afterwards!”
“Beth?” Gideon questions and looks at Hotch but Jack is faster in delivering an answer.
“Beth is Daddy’s girlfriend. I love Beth, she is the best!” He exclaims and runs over to the fridge to get a picture that they did hang on it with a magnete, “Look how pretty she is!”
“She is.” Gideon agrees and reaches down to grab the picture. It shows Jack and Beth at a picnic in a park.
“You know about-”
“I do” The older man quickly ends the topic, “I gotta talk to your dad about something important for a moment okay?”
“Like work stuff?”
“Alright.” Defeated, he hangs the picture back up, “Will we still eat mac and cheese tonight?”
“Of course, this is just a quick conversation, you can go finish your homework in the meantime.”
“Do I really have to?”
“Well you don’t if you don’t feel up for it, but wouldn’t it be cool to have it done already? You won’t have to do anything tomorrow.”
“I will just get new homework tomorrow anyways.” The boy complains.
“You can- you don’t have to finish everything tonight but if I were you I would at least do everything you need for tomorrow so you get another sicker from Mrs Dean.”
“But can you help me with math?”
“Yeah, sure, after I am done talking to Jason okay?” Comforting Hotch reaches down to Jack’s head, letting the pet of his thumb run over his cheek before the boy nods and runs off towards his room.”
“You are a good father.” Gideon concludes, “He is going to grow old just fine.”
“I don’t know about that.” With a shy smile Hotch walks over to the kitchen taking a pan out of the shelf to start cooking Jack’s dinner. “I don’t see him very often.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t be a good father.” Hotch bites back a comment on how Gideon would know after abandoning his biological son throughout his childhood and the other kid that loves him like a father without a word for multiple years, “I am here to talk to you about William.”
“William Reid?” Hotch questions and turns on the stove.
“Well he is dead, he is not gonna show up on saturday if that is what you are concerned about.” He tells him, “Besides, Spencer's family isn’t invited.”
“I know that, I heard about it when he died.”
“Suicide, crashed his car near washington.” Hotch tells him and grabs the package he uses to make the mac and cheese, feeling a little bit guilty about feeding his son this kind of stuff while Jessica makes sure he eats healthy and balanced.
“I don’t care. He is dead.” Hotch tells him while a smile creeps on his face, “I can’t tell you I was sad though.”
“There is a rumour that it wasn’t suicide.” Gideon starts, “I don’t think it is a coincidence that he died here.”
“Well if it wasn’t the person just did what was your job many years ago.”
“Can we eat dessert?” Morgan asks Spencer while his mom went to the bathroom and the younger man has his head laying on Derek’s shoulder.
“Tired and loud.”
“I know but maybe you can make it through thirty more minutes? I promise we will drive home after.” He shields Spencer’s face with his hand from the room, hoping to give him a break from the light and noises, “Please”
“Why don’t I take Spencer? I will bring him home and you can stay with your mom and have a few nice drinks and dessert.”
“No it’s okay.” Derek takes his glass and chucks down the rest of his beer, “It has been a long day.”
“What?” Derek asks looking down towards Spencer
“You want to go home with Emily?” Spencer nods and raises his head from Derek’s shoulder before taking his wallet out of his pocket and placing money on the table tapping on it twice,
“Drinks. My treat.”
“Thank you, babe” Derek steals a kiss from him, “I love you”
When they reach her car she gets surprised by Spencer grabbing the hand she wanted to use to turn the key to start the car, “What’s wrong?”
“Wine?” Confused Emily looks at him before he reaches over and taps her stomach, “Oh! You mean I drank wine.” He nods and pulls out his wallet containing his drivers license. “You wanna drive?”
“I only had one glass.”
“When was the last time you drove a car?” Spencer shrugs, “I am gonna drive us.”
“I can’t believe that my little baby is getting married.” Fran smiles while raising her glass, “All grown up now.”
“I had my doubts when you called me to ask if you could eat cheese that you left out of the fridge for a few days.”
“It looked good.” Derek says to his defense before tapping his glass against the one off his mom, “To you finally getting rid of me.”
“I am not getting rid of anything, I gained another one.” She jokes, “You got lucky there, don’t mess it up.”
“Secret.” Spencer tells Emily when she asks him what’s going on in his head while getting him dressed in his sleepwear.
“Does Derek know about the secret?”
“No” Emily pushes his sleeves up and grabs the creme used for his scar tissue, from the shelf,
“I thought you stopped with the secrets.”
“No body secret.”
“That’s good. Is it a surprise?” Gently she puts some on her hand and takes her other to spread it over the skin, Spencer twitching ones at the cold feeling.
“Yes but Morgan won’t like it.” Anxious he watches her movements and gently guides her hand further down when she meets a spot Derek doesn’t usually cover.
“Do you wanna tell me?”
“I know, it’s gonna stay a secret between the two of us.” Spencer considers it for quite a moment until Emily is done treating his arm and walks over to the sink to wash her hands and with her back turned towards him, he dares to voice it.
“My uncle and grandma. Wedding.“ He brings out while shaking hi arms to get the cream to dry faster. “Our wedding.“
“I don‘t know what you mean.“ She turns around to get a look at him, often his gestures help understanding broken words or sentences that don’t seem like they are following any grammatical law. “Say it again.”
“Show you” He grabs her hand and pulls her through the corridor towards his rooms, up the stairs and then gently pulls her to the floor where she kneels down and he reaches down to grab two roled up posters from under the bed.
He rolls the first one out, revealing the seating arrangement with the headline “Official seating chart” and guides Emily hands to the edges to hold it down before opening the other one. “Unofficial but real seating chart.”
“What does it mean?”
“5” Emily let’s her eyes travel over the circles drawn on the paper down to number five and then starts to compare it to the one of the unofficial seating chart.
“I know” Emily reads again and then looks at Spencer who stares at her, his eyes begging her to tell her it’s okay. “You invited your family and sneaked them into the seating arrangement.”
He nods and suddenly lunches forward cupping her face, “Secret. Secret. Secret.”
“It will stay a secret, it’s okay.”
“If you are a good boy and love Daddy you keep this secret.” He whispers and leans close to her face, “I will make you feel special,”
“I will love you when you keep this secret, it’s special-”
“If you keep the secret for Daddy, Daddy is going to-”
“Spencer snap out of it.” She yells and presses her hands on his sides trying to ground him, “It’s okay, you are okay.”
Distraught he looks at her, her hands still on her cheek, she can feel his fingernails digging into her skin, “Your secret is safe with me, it's okay, we are friends, we can have a secret together. It’s not bad, it's okay.”
"I will keep the secret, I promise you." She doesn't even feel the wounds forming, her concentration is fully on Spencer, "I know this is a huge thing for you, he isn't going to find out."
"I promise you"
"Yes, it's our secret." She takes her hand off his hips and tries prying his hands off her face, "It's okay" She whispers, "We will hide these under your bed again."
"If you tell him, I will hurt you."
"He won't find out from me." She manages to get his hands off and then smiles at him, "Why don't you go downstairs? I will be there in a moment. Lay down on you bed, I am sure I can make you some hot chocolate before bed"
He nods and then looks at her curious, "What is it?"
Spencer flashes his teeth, "Oh right, well one time won't break your teeths. But if you think it does, we will just brush them again." Sceptical he nods and pushes himself off the floor, and when she hears him get off the stairs, she photographs the plans before shoving them under the bed again.
"So you had a fun night." Emily comments when he sees Derek stumbling through the door.
"Can't outdrink my mother." He walks over to the couch, plopping down next to her and laying his head on her shoulder, "He okay?"
"Mmm" She tries scooping away but he wraps his arms around her.
"Alright" Emily laughs, "Your fiance is right upstairs to cuddle."
She wakes up to the cracks of the stairs, "Hey you" With a tired smile she looks at Spencer, ignoring Derek laying on her. "Everything alright?"
Confused he points at Derek before he harshly grabs down, "Spencer don't"
"You promised me!" He yells while Derek wakes up, looking at his boyfriend in confusion.
"Spencer, sweetheart, I didn't say anything."
"Not you! Shut up" He snaps and pulls Derek to his feet, "You promised me you wouldn't do this anymore."
"Wha-" Lightheaded Derek grabs Spencer to not stumble in the dark, "What is going on?"
"I hate you! You promised!"
"What did I promise?" Derek tries to reason with whatever is going on right now, "What happened? What did I do?"
"You couldn't wait five more days?"
"Five days and you could have fucked me all you want but you had to- your pathetic- your embarrassing disgusting sex drive couldn't even be contemted so we can get married?" He spits out, the veins popping out on his neck.
"Spencer, calm down. I don't know what you are talking about."
"You promised you wouldn't cheat again."
"And I didn't"
"Don't lie to me!" He yells.
"You are talking about the stripper at the Bachelor party? We talked about that beforehand-"
"I am talking about her!" Furious he points at Emily, "I hate you- I fucking hate you both."
"We- no Spencer- hey!" Derek reaches forward but Spencer flinches away, "We just cuddled. Like you cuddle with JJ."
"I hate you!" He spits out again, "I hate you! I hate you so much."
"Okay you don't hate me." Derek reaches forward again, catching his arms,
"I do! I do! I am mad!"
"I hear you, we can talk about this." With strength he holds Spencer, "I didn't do anything with Emily, you know that baby."
"Can I do something?" Emily asks concerned.
Morgan ignores her, "Spencer stop!"
"How could you do this to me?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Five days! Five days! It would have been five days." Spencer yells, gesturing with his arms as much as Derek's grip allows it.
"It is still because nothing happened." Derek promises him in a calm tone, not copying Spencer's volume.
"You are a fucking liar." He spits back and Derek turns around towards Emily, while Spencer keeps yelling at him, "I hate you! Stop touching me."
"Did you follow the night routine?" Derek asks her, dodging Spencer's attempt to hit him.
"Yes- I mean- we interrupted it ones but-"
"He wanted to show me something and he had to brush his teeth again and then I told him that there is no need to do everything else again too." She explains, "But he was fine when he went to bed."
"Doesn't look like it, does it?" He snaps before using more strength and bringing both of them down to the ground, half kneeling, half sitting. "I know you are angry, it's okay." He let's go of his hands and places his own on his own thighs, "We will breathe it out together okay?"
"No! No, breathing it out! You are a liar."
"I am not a liar." Calming Derek let's his shoulders slump, his hands remaining in the same position, his voice keeping the steady calm tone, all of this to show Spencer how there is no reason to be this loud and aggressive to protect himself.
"You cheated on me again."
"I didn't." He repeats as he watches Spencer hitting the floor with his fist, wincing at the sight. "You want my help?"
"No!" He yells and takes his fists up to his head, hitting both sides before he grips his hair near his roots pulling at them.
"Derek, do something!" Emily exclaims.
"What do you want me to do, Emily? Can't really pull at his hands to get him to stop?" He gives back, raising his words slightly.
"You gotta know something!
"I don't know everything that goes on in his brain." He defends himself and looks up to her when she approaches them,
"So you are saying you have no idea how to help him? He is hurting himself."
"And if you were bothered enough to check in ones in a while you, would know this is not unusual."
"Apparently you haven't been checking in much with him either? Cheating on him? Yeah that's a really caring thing to do."
"You don't know the circumstances" He yells back.
"Well, do it like every other guy and jerk off under the shower if you were that desperate instead of cheating on your boyfriend."
"It's none of your business."
"It is my business! How do you expect him to marry you when you pull shit like that?"
"Like he doesn't?" Derek yells and gets up from the floor looking Emily directly into the eyes. Both of them not noticing how Spencer stopped what he was doing and is looking up to them, a tear running down his face. "I think you should get out of my house now."
"I am not leaving."
"Yeah not until I know he is okay.”
"Like you did with distrusting his evening routine when I told you specifically not to do so because he is already nervous." He reminds her, "Go now, I gotta somehow find a way to make sure he isn't having the worst headache of his life tomorrow or killing me out of frustration."