So I know you guys are waiting for an update on Spencer's First and Coming Out... however due to a horrible case of writers bock and being busy I decided to set up an A-Z one shot section for myself... now if you guys have ideas for the one shots let me know and I will consider them. Hope you enjoy.

Spencer pulled the blankets over his head. It was sunny out and it hurt his eyes, or at least that's what he would tell anyone who asked. In reality he just didn't want to face another day in the life he was currently living. However, he knew he had an obligation to go to his job and hopefully save a life or two, even if his was in jeopardy.

"Get your ass out of bed you lazy whore."

Spencer knew he should run to his friends for help, knew that this wasn't his fault. But Eddie made him feel like he couldn't do that without being permanently indebted to whoever helped him.

Spencer got out of bed quickly, and went into the bathroom to shower. He locked the door quickly behind him. How had he let it get this bad? In order to get away he had to lock himself in a bathroom, it could be worse, but right now Spencer couldn't see how.

"You little bitch!" Spencer could hear Eddie trying to get in. "Get your lazy ass to work."

Spencer drew in a shaky breath, "I'm just showering then I'm leaving."

Spencer could hear Eddie pounding on the door. "You get your ass back in that bedroom and get dressed and leave now! You have to support me! Now get to work and don't forget to bring home my whisky this time."

Spencer didn't dare open the door, but he also knew it would be far worse if he didn't open it. He'd first met Eddie two months ago. He'd been sweet and caring and protective. Everything Spencer wanted, but after a few weeks things started to go downhill. Spencer didn't know that Eddie had a drinking problem, he didn't know that Eddie was abusive, and he certainly didn't know that he would be forced to do things he didn't want to.

Spencer slowly opened the door. Eddie grabbed him harshly by the hair. Spencer let out a shocked cry. "Don't please."

Eddie practically threw Spencer into the bedroom, which resulted in the younger man falling rather hard into the dresser. Spencer cried out in pain, but he kept the tears at bay. Quickly Spencer grabbed his clothes and slid into them. All of his clothes were too big. Recently he had lost almost fifteen pounds, which made his ribs stick out, and all of his clothes far too loose.

"Now get your ass to work you lazy fuck!" Spencer knew that Eddie was getting angry, so he grabbed his messenger bag, gun, and case files before heading out the door. Even if the team was off for the day.

As soon as he was down the street a ways and sure that Eddie wasn't following him Spencer pulled out his phone and dialled the one person he knew would come help him.

The phone rang several times before it was answered. "Morgan."

"Derek?" Spencer's voice almost broke upon hearing the older man's voice.

"Reid?"

"Yeah."

"What's going on you don't sound so good."

"I need you to come get me."

"What happened?"

"I can't tell you now. Meet me at the coffee hut. Please, I need you."

"I'll be there in five. Do you want me to stay on the phone?"

Spencer fought the urge to cry. "Please?"

"Whatever you need pretty boy," Derek whispered into the phone.

Spencer walked hurriedly from his apartment building across a few streets. His breathing was becoming rapid, and he knew Derek would hear the change.

"Pretty boy?"

"Yeah Derek?"

"Talk to me."

"I need your help Derek. I've gotten myself into something I can't get out of alone." Spencer said looking cautiously behind him.

"I'm almost there, have you made it to the coffee hut yet?"

"I'm a couple blocks away. I'll be there in about a minute."

"Reid, whatever it is that's the problem I'll help you. I'll always be here for you. You know that right?"

Spencer looked behind him for the umpteenth time. "Thank you Derek. I don't know what I would do without you."

Spencer crossed another street. "I'm here."

Spencer stood, looking around for Derek's car. "I'm just coming around the corner."

Once Spencer saw Derek's car he hung up the phone. Derek stopped in front of Spencer long enough to let the younger man get in. "Where do you want to go pretty boy?"

"Can we just go to your place?"

Derek glanced over at Spencer. "Sure Reid."

It was only a five minute drive to Derek's town house. There was a small yard that was fenced, and a bright red door. Derek parked the car in front of the house, before getting out. Spencer sat there for a moment just to take a breath. Derek unlocked the door but waited for Spencer to be standing with him before opening the door. Derek went to the kitchen to grab himself a beer. "Reid? You want something to drink?"

"Is coffee an option?"

"Why didn't you get some while you were at the coffee hut?"

"I didn't have a chance to grab my wallet this morning."

"Alright I'll put some on."

Derek started the coffee before leading Spencer into the living room to sit on the couch. "Now what's going on pretty boy?"

"I need your help. I should have recognized the signs before I let it get out of control. But I was too busy being content with the fact that someone was interested in me, that I didn't realise what was going on until it was too late."

"Whoa Reid slow down. It is never too late. Now tell me what is going on."

"Well I've been seeing this guy."

Derek raised a brow but didn't say anything.

"And at first it was perfect. He was sweet and charming. But I didn't recognize the signs until he had moved in."

"What signs Reid?"

"Eddie, the guy I'm with, I didn't realize that he was abusive."

Suddenly the expression on Derek's face changed. "He's been hurting you?"

Tears welled in Spencer's eyes, and his throat tightened, so he just nodded. "You aren't going back there Reid. I won't let him keep doing this to you."

Then the tears were finding their way down Spencer's cheeks, and he couldn't stop. "Thank you Derek."

"Anytime Spencer." Derek said pulling the younger man into his arms. "He won't hurt you anymore."

Immediately there was a banging on the door. "You little fucking whore! You leave for work and instead are here with some guy? I'll kill you! You are such a cheap piece of shit!"

"Spencer, stay here. I'll handle this. Call Hotch for back up. He won't leave without a fight."

"But Derek." Spencer choked out clutching to the older man's shirt.

"I'll be fine. Call Hotch." Derek said walking cautiously to the door.

Spencer pulled out his cell phone, and dialled the familiar digits.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, it's Reid. I need you to send back up to Morgan's house."

"What's going on Spencer?"

"It would take too long to explain. Please just send back up now! Morgan's trying to play the hero part again; I don't want something bad to happen to him because of me."

"Alright calm down Reid. I'll be right there, and I'll call PD to get there fast." Spencer hung up the phone, and crept around the corner just far enough to see Derek trying to reason with Eddie.

"Man you don't want to do this." Derek said his hands rose in a non threatening way.

"You won't tell me what to do. Now give me my whore back." Eddie shouted taking a step closer to Derek.

"Spencer isn't a whore you can smack around. He is a Federal agent, and you aren't going to hurt him anymore." Derek said calmly.

Eddie gave a loud laugh. "You don't got a say in it. He is mine, and he is coming with me now."

Derek took a deep breath. "He is not yours Eddie. He has his own life and doesn't need you to ruin it for him. He's a good kid, and you are not going to ever touch him again."

Suddenly Eddies gaze shifted from Derek over to Spencer. Eddie lunged past Derek and grabbed for Spencer's neck. Derek reacted too slowly and Eddie had Spencer pinned to the wall. Spencer let out a strangled cry.

"Derek!"

Eddie promptly slapped Spencer across the face, which must have enticed Derek just enough because he tackled Eddie to the floor and started throwing punches everywhere.

After a moment it registered to Spencer what was happening, and he wrapped his arms firmly around Derek's strong shoulders. "Derek stop. Don't lower yourself to his level." Spencer said gently.

Derek stopped, and got up pulling Spencer with him. Spencer looked at him, feeling all the energy leaving his body. Derek turned and started walking out the front door, pulling Spencer along with him. "Come on Spence, let's go wait for Hotch."

Both men sat down on Derek's front steps, Derek's arms wrapped around Spencer's shoulders and Spencer's arms around Derek's waist. Both relishing in the fact the Eddie was unconscious. Or at least that is what they had thought.

It all happened so fast that Derek didn't know what had happened until it was too late. Hotch on the other hand who had just shown up, had fired his weapon once, and Spencer lay in a pool of blood that was fast forming.

Derek grabbed the younger mans' hand, "Spencer?"

Spencer looked up at Derek, eye's wide with shock and pain. "Derek, what just happened?"

Derek looked to Hotch for an answer. "That man just stabbed you, so I fired without hesitating."

It seemed simple when put like that. Eddie had stabbed Spencer, Derek hadn't even noticed, and Hotch had shown up not quite in time. Derek shifted so that Spencer's head was in his lap, and Hotch was putting pressure on the knife wound.

"Pretty boy, you are going to be alright." Derek said sad tears forming in his eyes. Spencer's wound was serious, and they all knew it.

The police officers arrived on the scene a moment later, confirming that Eddie was dead, and calling an ambulance for Spencer.

"Don't lie to me Derek, I know it's bad." Spencer said softly. "I'm just glad I don't ever have to go home to him again."

Hotch didn't ask any questions now wasn't the time or the place.

"Spence, when you make it through this we should go out for coffee or something." Derek said.

"I'd like that Derek. I wanted to ask you out so many times, but I figured you were too much of a ladies' man, and I was the wrong type for you."

"The wrong type? Oh Spence, there is a reason I call you pretty boy." The two shared what would be their last laugh, but neither admitted that it probably would be their last laugh.

"If I don't make it Derek-" Derek quickly cut Spencer off.

"Don't you even say that!"

"If I don't make it Derek, I want you to make sure that my mom is taken care of. Garcia will give you all the information you need."

"Of course pretty boy."

Spencer's eye lids started to flutter slightly. "And make sure that my books are donated to an underfunded library."

"Alright." Derek started to tear up more.

"And make sure my funeral is happy, I don't want all of you crying over me. I want you all to move on with your lives. Especially you Derek. You need to find someone who will make you happy, so you can settle down and stop playing hero."

"Spencer, you make me happy."Derek said leaning down and placing a caste kiss on the young genius' lips.

"Thank you Derek. You made it worth living these past couple of months." Spencer's eyes gave another flutter. "Hold me close to your heart and don't forget me. But move on."

Spencer's voice was starting to waver, and get raspy as blood wetted his lips.

Derek ran a gentle hand through the younger man's hair, as his eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing became shallow.

"Hotch where is the ambulance?" Derek asked, just as the ambulance came around the corner.

The EMT's quickly started working on the young man, trying their best to help him. Derek rode in the ambulance with him and Hotch said that he would meet them there.

Derek and Hotch sat in the waiting room, Hotch phoning everyone on the team to let them know what had happened.

Everyone sat, waiting, trying to hold it together for the sake of their youngest team member. They waited for hours without hearing anything. Finally the doctor came out and they all knew that he didn't have good news.

"Spencer Reid." The doctor said.

Everyone stood up.

"I'm sorry. We did everything we could. But unfortunately he had lost too much blood before he arrived here, and the wound was too severe."

Penelope let out a strangled cry, JJ sat down quickly, Emily muttered an 'oh my God', Dave clenched his fists, Aaron patted JJ on the back, but Derek just stood there. The doctor was just walking away when Derek finally spoke.

"Can I have a minute with him?" His voice was faint and distant, but everyone one heard him loud and clear.

The doctor nodded and motioned for Derek to follow him. Derek was lead into the ER where the nurses were just finishing cleaning up. There was the dreaded white sheet covering Spencer's body, and Derek wasn't sure if he could do this anymore. The pain was all too real, and he let out a choked sob. The doctor patted him on the back before leaving the room.

"Just let the nurse know when you are done."

Derek nodded his understanding, and moved so he was standing right next to Spencer's lifeless body. Derek pulled back the white sheet. There was blood all over the younger man's face. Derek automatically grabbed a cloth and dampened it before slowly removing the blood. Once he was done he took one of Spencer's hands in his own.

"You know pretty boy, I never got a chance to tell you that I had secretly been in love with you since the day you showed up at the BAU. I regret not saying anything. But why didn't you say anything to me? You were being abused for two months before you said anything. I would have came to you and helped you when it first started it if you had said anything. Why'd you have to die on me? Why'd you leave me? I wanted to give you everything; I wanted you to be happy." Suddenly Derek couldn't contain his anger, and the tears poured out. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurting? Spencer I loved you so much. And we were both to blind to see that each other felt the same until it was too late."

Derek laid his head on Spencer's thin chest, and just cried for several minutes. Derek stood up, gave Spencer one final kiss before covering him up with the white sheet. Life wasn't fair and this proved it.

Derek walked back out into the waiting room, tears still on his cheeks. His family was sitting there all offering each other support. Derek sat down beside Penny. She grabbed his hand and just held it. This was a huge loss for all of them. However only Hotch knew how much this hurt Derek.

The family sat together for several long moments, before getting up give each other long hugs, and for the most part going back to their separate homes.

"Derek?" Aaron placed a hand gently on the younger mans shoulder. "I know he meant a lot to you, but it's time to go home."

It was then that Derek really broke down. "I can't just leave him alone Hotch! He was alone most of his life, and I sat there and watched him die. He needs to know. I need him to." Derek sobbed into Aaron's chest, his sentences being cut off by choked sobs.

Aaron let Derek cry, it was obvious that the younger man needed it. It was something that they all really needed. Losing their youngest member in such a shocking way, was a blow to all of them.

"Derek, he's in good hands here. Don't forget what Spencer told you. Remember me, hold me close but move on. That won't start yet Derek and I know that but the first step is going home. I'm going to drive you home and if you need anything phone me."

Derek just nodded. Aaron led him out to the car.

It took a long time for Derek to even be able to leave his house, but once he got past that his family was even stronger than before, they were more aware and closer. Derek went to Spencer's grave three times every year; once for Spencer's birthday, once for Christmas, and once for the anniversary of Spencer's death. Every year it got slightly easier to realize that Spencer was never coming back, but that also scared Derek. That realization made Derek feel like he was forgetting Spencer; that he was letting go. And even though Derek had promised Spencer that he would move on, the truth was he would never be able to move on from the young genius.

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