Derek could tell something was up with you. He was a profiler for crying out loud! But he was going to do something about it this time. He couldn’t let you suffer alone like Reid had.

He noticed the difference between how you were acting now and how you used to act. It was strange, really. You were so much more irritable now, always snapping at people or disappearing when it got too loud, then when you’d come back, you were happy and fine.

It was Reid all over again.

And he was pissed.

Today, after a full shift worth of paperwork and coffee, you bid goodbye to everyone and headed home. They could all tell something was up, but did nothing. So, Derek decided to drop by and see how you were doing.

So when he used your spare key to open the door to your place and saw you, high as a fucking kite, laying on the floor, he was pissed. But also upset. What, that he couldn’t help with, made you turn to drugs?

Derek let out a soft sigh as he crouched down next to you, shaking his head and lifting you up onto your couch, sitting down next you you and gently caressing your head.

“Oh, sugar. What made you go this far?” He mumbled to himself, brushing a thumb over your check as you laid there peacefully. Conscious, but out of your head.