Derek nodded. "Yes, really, because you seem to equate ability on the job with a person's value. Emily is better at undercover work. I can shoot better. Garcia could be better with a computer. You are better with books. It doesn't make us inferior, but we do have different strengths, and yes, you disobeyed orders. The fact that Emily is better at getting out doesn't mean that she's perfect, no one is."
He raised a hand. "I'm not fighting, Reid. That's not what I wanted." He listened and shook his head. "Right, so now my crime is that I make you feel special. God forbid I mean it, right? You are special; Garcia was special; Hotch, JJ, Rossi, Emily. You are precious, each of you was special in a different way, why can't you see that?"
Derek sighed. "Do you know something else? You're not in love. You've never have been, because you were, this wouldn't be so easy, just push me out, have some distance, not talk... I can see being upset, but you're happy with cutting you off, with erasing nine years working together. You couldn't have done that if you were in love. Hell, I'm not sure you could do that if you loved me as a friend."