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She introduces old friend to her lifestyle.
He's there for you to lean on in times like this. And when he needs you to be strong for him, you will be."
"I want him to come home," Derek husked, a tear snaking down his cheek. "I want to tell him how much I love him, how much I trust him."
"Then why don't you?" Lola asked, dabbing at the wet trail.
"The team had a lead. They're following it up. He's facing danger without me and without knowing just how much he means to me."
"He'll be back, then you can tell him and show him," Lola assured. "Now I'm going to put the night light on and you're going to rest. You need to be ready to welcome him with open arms when he comes home."
"Thanks, Lola," Derek said, clasping the older woman's hand.
"All in a day's work," Lola smiled. "Please let him come home safe, Lord," she whispered softly as she slipped quietly from the bedroom.
"Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life." M Williamson.
"Sometimes we let affection, go unspoken, Sometimes we let our love go unexpressed, Sometimes we can't find words to tell our feelings, Especially towards those we love the best." Anonymous.
'This is so not good', Spencer thought ruefully. He coughed violently, tears streaming down his face as he fumbled blindly towards where he knew the stairs to be. The Unsub had once again chosen a warehouse and with any luck they had saved the intended victim. However, their adversary was well prepared and the smoke canisters, that had been strategically placed, were detonating with chilling regularity. Spencer had unfortunately been on an upper level and needed to find his way back down.
Another bout of coughing wracked his slender frame. He was barely able to breathe, blind and effectively deafened as the smoke detector alarms were screaming shrilly. There was no point trying to call for help. He dropped to his knees, crawling slowly, coughing almost continually. He was aware of motion and half-turned. All he could see was the outline of a tall, bulky figure before a well-placed kick in his ribs sent him rolling helplessly.
He had enough time to realise he had been right about the direction of the stairs, before the momentum of the Unsub's kick sent him tumbling helplessly down them. As he hit the bottom, he tried to raise himself to crawl away, but his strength failed and, as another coughing fit robbed him of air, he spiralled into blackness. His last thought was whether Derek knew just how much he was loved.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." Michel de Montaigne
"The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." Victor Hugo.
Lola peered in on her charge and gave a cluck of annoyance. Derek was not only awake but reading the reports.
"What happened to rest?" she asked, tapping her foot.
"Couldn't sleep. Thought maybe I could see something in here to help find this killer before he strikes again. It makes me feel I'm contributing, even if the rest of the team are out there without me."
"Just so long as I don't end up with a lashing by that beautiful boy's tongue," Lola smiled. "He trusted me to care for you."
"Like I should have trusted him," Derek said quietly. "When he comes home I'll tell him. I never want him to doubt himself because of me."
"Sounds like someone at the door," Lola grinned. "Back in a jiffy."
The noises that reached Derek's ears did not sound good. He could hear Lola's voice and she sounded distressed. There was a male voice, too deep for Spencer's and not loud enough for Derek to place. With a grunt he forced himself to his feet and hobbled to the door. He headed into the living room and thought his heart would stop as he looked inside.
Rossi and Lola were so wrapped up in their own heated discussion they did not see Derek as he hobbled towards the settee.