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Assistant: Title: The Red Lounge
        Author: Skadisdottir Skadisdottir 
        Chapter: 1/35 
        Summary: (Y/n) Moves 600 miles away from home to escape a toxic relationship. She starts her own little life in D.C., but when bills come calling, she gets a job as a Professional Submissive and meets a curious man named Spencer. Privacy and security seem to be paramount to him, but as their relationship grows, it won't be long until something gives.  ((This is my first Criminal Minds fic... yikes.)) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYGQ3WGnOXI
            
            (Y/n) makes a new friend, and finds herself maybe in over her head.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbZ98UuFmaM
        Contents: Chapter 1: Battling Life
    

    

        
          
          
            (Y/n) makes a new friend, and finds herself maybe in over her head.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbZ98UuFmaM
          
        

  

  
  
    
    Leaving a toxic relationship seems so easy from the outside, but I couldn’t get myself to break away from the man-child I had been dating for the last three years, mostly out of nostalgia. But when I came home from a vacation with some college friends to see not only apartment trashed, but finding my boyfriend in bed with his ex, it was the push I needed to drop his ass and move over 600 miles to DC. I was tired of the winters in Maine, and I had a degree in politics, may as well use it. I wasn’t expecting to waltz onto Capitol Hill my first day, so I had to climb like everyone else. But I would rather climb from the Nation’s Capital.Making ends meet in a new city when you had legitimately up and left on a whim with what you could fit in the back of a 1996 Honda Civic was never an easy task. But, I had managed to find a job at a small coffee shop downtown to tide me over during the day. All I needed was a cheap apartment sublease, and I would be a lot better off than I was six months ago, hell, I was a lot better off than I was a week ago.Come the end of the school year, more apartments opened up around the city as students left to return home, and to my advantage, a second floor apartment came free in a quiet suburb. The landlord was an older lady who really didn’t care much about anything, the income was just to bolster her already hefty retirement fund. She had asked for $2000 up front, which gave me two months to get the $750 for the next month's rent. 50 hours a month at $15 an hour? Easy. And it was. Until my car took its final breath one early June morning, the long haul from Bangor, Maine killing the engine, and in my heart, I knew it would cost more to replace the car than it was worth. So, with an emotional goodbye, I said farewell to my car of the last 6 years, and watched as she was carted away by a tow truck down to the scrap yard, my arms heavy with groceries….Three miles from my apartment. I had just set my bags down for what felt like the hundredth time, not used to the heat of summer in the south (or at least, south for me), when a man rounded the corner, jogging. I stepped to the side, giving him the space to pass as I dumped myself down on a rockwall, letting my head hang slightly. He stopped instantly, concern evident on his face. He pulled out an earphone and crouched in front of me, waving his hand in front of my face to catch my attention. I tried not to pant as I looked up at him. “Hey… are you okay?” He asked, his dark skin coated in a thin layer of sweat compared to the rivers of sweat no doubt coursing down mine.I nodded, entirely unconvincingly. “What? Oh yea! I’m just grand.” I replied breathlessly. He raised an eyebrow to show how unconvinced he was, until his eyes drifted down to the 20 or so bags I had with me, and my lack of a car. “That store is 10 blocks from here…” He pointed out, and I nodded. “And you’re clearly not from Virgina, so I’m gonna hazard a guess that you just moved in.” I nodded again, a bit sheepishly. “Well, I’ll tell you what. My name’s Derek, I live down the street with my wife Savannah, how about we head over there and I’ll give you a ride home?” Alarm bells instantly went off in my head. Not only had he been able to tell I wasn’t from here, but he was going full serial killer on me. Did he think I was that stupid? He could read my obvious trepidation on my face, so he pulled out his wallet, and pulled out his driver’s license, handing it to me. I inspected it, and realized that he did, in fact, live down the road, was named Derek, and was an organ donor. How nice. “Promise not to trap me in a basement and send my parts one by one to my mom?” He ducked his head, an infection smiled on his face as he laughed. “I promise.” He replied, still laughing as he stood, before offering me his hand. I gladly accepted his help, and only protested for a moment when he grabbed two handfuls of my bags, only leaving the bags of bread and crackers for me to carry. “Sorry to interrupt your run.” I finally replied as the two of us started down the street.“Don’t be, I was almost done anyway.” As he walked, he pulled out the other earphone and stuffed both that and his phone into his basketball shorts pocket. “So, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.” He added, turning a kind smile down to me as we crossed a side street. “(Y/n).” I replied nervously, still not fully believing I wasn’t about to be killed by the oldest trick in the book. “I uhm.. I just moved here from Maine.” “Maine! Really? What made you come all the way down here?” He seemed genuinely interested, and you felt yourself grow a bit homesick, but also excited. “A bad breakup and a chance to actually use my degree.” I replied quickly, feeling bad I had mentioned that sh@t sack I called a boyfriend, but he did ask. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He replied honestly. “But good on you for taking hold of life and starting over.” I gushed at the praise, looking down to my feet self consciously. I raised my hands to show the bags in my hands as I joked. “Yes, I seem to have it all completely under control.” Derek shook his head and laughed, before turning into the yard of a beautifully decorated and newly renovated victorian style home. I took a moment to admire it, expressing my awe with just a quiet gasp. He took a moment to bask in my wonder, his chest puffed up in a way that told me he did most of the work himself, before he laughed again and nodded me inside. “Come on, I’m sure Savannah can grab you a water or a lemonade.” Eagerly, I followed him inside, that voice warning me not to be so stupid quieting down when I could see the figure of a woman moving around inside. With practiced ease, he opened the door unencumbered by my bags, before he set them down on the ground and quickly typed in a code into a security box to turn off the alarm. His wife, Savannah, was in the kitchen just past the dining room and when she heard him come in, she called out to him, the sound of a baby gurgling alerting me to the fact that there was a child. Suddenly, that danger voice instantly melted, completely being eviscerated by the homey atmosphere. It all made me suddenly sad, this is what I had wanted with Aiden, but he had to go behind my back and sleep with that manipulative she-devil. I forced down my feelings though, when Derek called out to his wife, alerting her that they had a guest. I was expecting a beautiful woman to walk around the corner, considering who her husband was, but the absolutely stunning woman that appeared made me take a breath and stare for a moment. Her medium brown skin was complemented by the almost honey coloured eyes, and her long hair in soft beach curls down her back. She was dressed in light teal scrubs, but she somehow made them look like they were fit for a gala. The little boy on her hip played with a teething ring, and his head was a mop of curls that I assumed his father had, if he grew out his hair.  Savannah looked me over, not judging, but just in the way that anyone would when a stranger was standing sweating in the entryway. She gave her husband a look that was easily a silent demand to explain. “Savannah, this is (Y/n), I found her lugging all these groceries few blocks up, and I’m gonna give her a ride home.” He said, his hand resting on the small of her back as he kissed the boy’s head. He whispered something in her ear as he passed her, and she nodded before giving me a kind smile. “Well, (Y/n), why don’t we get you a drink?” I tried not to seem too eager as I nodded, and she smiled wider, extending a hand to me to invite me further into the home. I debated taking off my shoes, but she was wearing hers, as was her husband, so I kept them on, and carefully stepped in her footsteps as she led me to the kitchen and pulled out a stool for me to sit in. I was thankful to be off my feet for the first time in over an hour. I was a slow walker anyway, but in 92 degrees, in the humidity, when I was used to high 70s of dry heat in main, lets just say my jean shorts and white shirt under a flannel was not a smart choice of clothing. Savannah placed her son into a high chair beside me, and when she turned to her cupboard to pull out a cup, I found a small hand wrapping around my sleeve and tugging slightly. The little boy pulled my sleeve towards him, and attempted to put in his mouth, but I distracted him with my finger long enough for him to release it and wrap the chubby baby fingers around my pointer finger instead. Grabbing his teething ring I offered it to him and he took it, gnawing at that. Proud of myself I smiled, just as a glass was placed in front of me with water and a few ice cubes.
Thanking Savannah, I greedily drank from the cup, emptying half of it in one go. When she brought the jug over to fill it up instantly, I looked away sheepishly. She didn’t judge me, just smiled. “You have any of your own?” She asked, nodding to the baby. I stammered my reply, it kind of caught me off guard. I was young, but so was she, I suppose 25 was old enough for a baby… right? “Uhm, no… no I don’t.”“The reason I ask is that you’re good with them, I’d say you were a natural.” The compliment wasn’t unheard of for me, though kids weren’t on my mind right now, they may be, way in the future, with the right person. I tried not to think of Aiden. “I have a lot of cousins, and I did a lot of babysitting as a teen.” I replied, letting the baby keep his hold on my finger. I wiggled it, and moved it in an arch, which made him smile a drooly baby smile, and I couldn’t help the one that came on my face. “He’s so good.” I mused quietly. “You can thank his daddy for that. He dotes on him.” I nodded, the man that was basically my saviour seemed exactly the type to spoil his kid, but not enough that he knew he was spoiled. “He’s a good man, I can’t even begin to thank you both enough for helping me. I don’t know a soul here.” Her face twisted in a small sad smile. “Where are you from?” I shifted slightly, it was nothing to be ashamed about, but bringing up the town I came from just brought up a lot of angry memories. “Bangor, Maine.” The puzzled look on her face made me rephrase. “It’s right on the border to Canada. Recognition hit her then and she nodded, a curious look settling on her perfect features.“You’re a long way from home…” She started, watching my face as it fell slightly. “You don’t have anyone here that can look after you?” I bristled slightly at the notion that I needed someone to watch over me, but then I relaxed, realizing what she was referencing. She was asking me if I had anyone to help me through the issues I was no doubt experiencing.I shook my head and cleared my throat. “No, I’m… on my own here. But I prefer it that way, I can make a new life for myself.” She nodded in understanding. “Well, now you have us.” And with that, she pulled out an envelope and a pen, writing in beautiful swooped letters both her, and Derek’s name, and then both of their cell phone numbers along with the landline. She slid the paper towards me and I took it hesitantly, not wanting to impose. “Thank you, Mrs. Morgan.” I replied quietly. “Really, you have no idea how much that means to me.”“Please, hunny, call me Savannah.” Her eyes flicked up and she smiled, obviously seeing her husband coming down the stairs. “And no matter what he says, call him Derek.”  I turned in my seat, smiling slightly when I saw his confused and fake hurt face. He placed a hand on his chest and he looked shocked. It was obvious that he just came out of a quick shower, replacing his running clothes with a dark blue v-neck and black cargo style 5.11 pants. He entered the kitchen and walked around the island, sliding his hand against his wife’s back in a subconscious movement and then kissed the top of his son’s head. I smiled, the domesticality of it all so heartwarming. He grabbed a set of keys as he moved before bracing his hands on the counter. “I don’t know what she said but I know better than to argue.”Savannah walked around the counter and patted him on the side of the face. “Smart man.”She teased picking up the baby and setting him on her hip. Derek watched her go a soft loving smile on his face before he turned his attention back to me. “You ready to go?” I nodded and hopped up on out of the chair, grabbing my water glass and used my sleeve to wipe up the condensation from their countertops. I gently placed the glass in the sink and turned back to see him watching me carefully. I bounced up on my tip toes nervously, and swung my arms. “Lead the way!” I replied, realizing that I may have intruded a bit, but it was only polite to put it back in the sink, considering I didn’t know where they had their dishwasher. The entire kitchen was one of those “everything-is-hidden-in-a-fake-drawer” style kitchens. Returning to the main room, we grabbed my bags and I looked up to him expectantly. He nodded his head to the side and I followed closely behind him, hiding my hands in my sleeves my nerves getting the better of me. I never did do well in social situations. I followed him out to his driveway and he unlocked a black truck. I climbed in just after him, struggling slightly in the lifted monstrosity that he somehow had to duck to get in to, and clipped myself in. I tried not to pry but I couldn’t help my curiosity as I looked around his truck. He had a picture of his wife and child on the dash, the car was impeccable clean, the seat was as far back from the bag as possible, and it all looked very well cared for, for a serious man’s car. What caught my eye though, was the empty gun holster on the driver’s side of the car. He must have caught me looking, because he paused, but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been around guns before, almost everyone had at least a hunting rifle in their house. But that wasn’t a rifle rack, that was a handgun holster. I tried not to linger on it too long, and realized he was waiting for me to tell him where to go. “Oh! Sorry. Uhm.. take a right.” I said pointing down the street in the direction of my apartment. As I continued to give him directions I realized that there was no way in hell I was about to get all of my stuff from the store back here on foot. Derek must have noticed it too, because he sighed. “I can’t believe you thought you were gonna get all the way down here without a car.” “Well,” You started, telling him to turn left at the next corner, pulling into your street. “I did have a car, but she kicked it about a quarter of a mile away from where you found me.” He gave me a look out of the corner of his eye. “I’m trying to see if I can find another car by the end of the weekend.” he was silent for a moment, and I almost felt nervous again. “Where do you work?” He asked breaking the tension. “A coffee shop downtown, which is fine, because really it’s only like a two mile walk to the metro, and then I just take it downtown and then it’s a block to the shop.” He nodded, moving a hand from the wheel to rub it against his chin. I had only known him for about an hour, but I could already tell when he was thinking. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a ride, you’re right on the way to Savannah’s work anyway, so I can grab you and drop you home, when do you need to get to work?” “No! Derek, I barely know you, I can’t possibly ask that of you.” I returned nervously, shaking my head furiously. “You’re not asking, I’m offering.” I sputtered in my response, trying to find a way to gracefully turn down the offer. “Just until you get your car.” He gave me a look, and I took a breath, closing my eyes and weighing my options. “Thank you.” I started. “I’m the early shift, I need to be at the shop at 6.” He nodded. “Perfect, Savannah’s shift ends at 6:30.” I blinked in surprise, this was working out scarily well. “Is there a way I can pay you back?” I asked, trying to find some way to be out of this man’s debt, though I knew that he would never hold it over my head. I don’t know what it was about this Derek Morgan, but I trusted him with my life. “You babysit little Hank.” My heart lit up. That was it? He was a peach! That would be a steal. “Deal.” I said excitedly. “He’s a sweetie anyway.” Derek’s face lit up as he pulled into the townhomes I was living in. “Yea my little man is a knock out isn’t he?” I grinned, smiling at his paternal pride. Derek helped me bring my bags up the one flight of stairs to my door and I unlocked it, really only just getting used to it. I had only lived here for what… nearly a month now? “This is a nice place you’ve got here.” He said, turning to look around the cozy little 1 bedroom. I placed the bags on the counter, and my eyes followed the lines of the room, smiling proudly to myself.“Yea, I’m really proud of it. It’s not perfect yet, I still have some things I want to do, but I’ll have to wait until I have a bit more money to make any large improvements.” He nodded, hearing you without looking at you. “Well, Savannah no doubt gave you our numbers, so if you need anything, seriously, anything at all, please let us know.” I glanced down to the countertop, trying to reason with myself that I could accept that offer. I heard Derek standing in front of me before I saw him. “Hey, kid.” I met his eyes reluctantly. “I don’t know who told you that you were a burden, but you’re not to me okay? Trust me.” Something broke in me then and I found myself tearing up slightly as I nodded. He was a gentleman enough not to mention it as he turned and left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind him. I stared at the closed door for a few moments, forcing myself to settle, before I sighed and shook my head, turning my attention to the two weeks worth of food I had just bought. I had just finished putting away all the groceries and just pulled out a mini tub of frozen yogurt that thankfully was from my last shopping trip, when I decided to text the Morgan’s to thank them. Their response was a picture of Hank, perched in Derek’s lap as the two of them fell asleep on their couch watching a football game. Savannah had captioned it with “mid day naps”. I grinned, shaking my head at the adorable picture. Now it was time to see if I could afford any of the cars for sale, and if I couldn’t what other options I had… a bike couldn’t be that bad…Right?Turns out, I could definitely, Not afford a new car yet. The cheapest one I could find was a cool 5 grand, and after rent next month, I had just enough for utilities and food until my next paycheck. So, with a resigned sigh, I dropped my head to the back of my chair and closed my eyes, praying that I would be able to make ends meet before I put out on the Morgan’s too much'
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