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Spencer and Derek have a sweet conversation on Spencer's bathroom floor.

Warning: Character Death.

Silly Derek

Derek was on the floor when Spencer walked in. The water was running, the sink steaming and the stopper closed. There was a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush that were on the floor. At first he panicked, his knees dropping to the ground and his hands coming up to his mouth to hold in his breath. But when Derek turned his head and smiled at Spencer, his eyes crinkling in that golden way, the brunette sighed with relief and sat back on his heels, placing a hand over his heart dramatically.

Spencer pursed his mouth when Derek laughed at him, placing a hand on his lovers forehead. "What on earth are you doing, laying on the ground, Derek?"

The bald, pajama clad man smirked. "Have you ever noticed how pretty your bathroom ceiling is?" He was tugged to lay down next to Derek, their eyes roving over the turquoise shapes directly in their line of sight. Bed time was going to have to wait.

"I haven't exactly had the opportunity to observe it," Spencer jokes, resting his head on Derek's chest gently. His fingers played idly with his pecs, roaming over the occasional nipple.

"Sometimes you gotta slow that big ole brain of yours down and enjoy the little things, Spencer."

"I enjoy the little things," He defended, a big smile on his lips. "I enjoy you, don't I?"

Derek mock gasped, closing his eyes and turning his head away, fake sobs coming out of his mouth. "That was an insult to my manhood, wasn't it?" He asked.

Spencer kissed his neck, his free hand coming down to grab Derek's. "Yes, yes it was. I'm afraid you just can't satisfy me anymore," he teased.

Derek turned on his side, wrapping his arms awkwardly around Spencer, who was still laying on his back. "I love you, you know that, don't you?"

Spencer's eyebrows knit together and he rubbed his head against the arm that was now under his neck. "Of course I do. You know that I love you, right?"

Derek grinned, nuzzling Spencer's cheek. "Yeah, yeah. Sure ya do."

Spencer rolled his eyes and interlaced his fingers with the hand that was on his stomach. "When I walked into the bull pen, and you were there, talking to those women about getting a drink that night, the first thing I felt was jealousy." Derek quirked an eyebrow. "I'm serious, I wanted to be in their shoes."

"You didn't even know me," Derek started. "That was your first day."

Spencer's lips pulled into a smile. "I know. But you were beautiful."

"Were, huh?" Derek grumbled.

Spencer laughed. "You know what I mean. Are. You are beautiful. My heart still skips two beats when I see you and eight when you touch me."

"Aw, genius boy, that's so sweet."

Spencer squinted his eyes and opened his mouth, about to argue. But the floor was wet and he remembered the faucet. He went to turn it off, but Derek kept him in place. "Hey, I have to pay the water bill you know."

Derek smiled and caressed his cheek. "I'll pay it this month."

Spencer came back down, locking eyes with Derek. "And the thirsty kids in Africa?"

"We're on a whole 'nother piping system. It wasn't heading to them anyway."

Spencer opened his mouth disbelievingly but with a small smile. "That's horrible and you know it."

"True, true, but I just want to hold you right now." He sighed as he rolled back onto his back, his left and Spencer's right intertwined between them, Spencer's left index finger now caught in his belt loop and his own right acting as Spencer's pillow. "When I first saw you, you know the first thing that ran through my mind?"

Spencer looked at him expectantly, the water making a puddle around their bodies now.

"I thought, 'Damn, this kid is a geek.'."

Spencer pursed his mouth. "That's romantic," The sarcasm was obvious.

"No really, that was my first thought. But then my second was, 'Check out those eyelashes. How pretty,' and after that 'He looks amazing without those coke bottle glasses.' Then Hotch introduced us and when he said your name I wanted to laugh."

Spencer sighed, looking up at the ceiling instead of his lover. "Stop, really, before I jump your bones." His voice was monotonous, jokingly so.

"Ha ha." Derek continued. "Spencer was so… cute. It suited you perfectly. I mean, yeah, I thought of you as a friend at first, you know that. But after a few years, I had those dreams I was telling you about."

Spencer smiled. "Ah, yes, those dreams. The ones that I very much enjoyed reenacting for you."

Derek chuckled, curling his pillow arm so he could play with Spencer's dark curls. "Yes, those ones. And then you confessed and it's been perfect since. I'm so happy."

The brunette blushed, for what reason he was unsure. He curled into Morgan more, ignoring the water around them and kissing his cheek. "I am, too."

Hotchner had had enough. Three times he had called Derek Morgan. Four times he had called Spencer Reid. Neither of them showed up to work that day, and last time that had happened he learned it was because they were together and Spencer wasn't… well enough for work.

"Prentiss, have you called Reid's house?" He asked, coming out into the bull pen.

She nodded. "Yes, sir, I have. I called Morgan's home, too. No answer."

Hotch rolled his eyes. And so it had happened again. "Willing to come with me?" Hotch asked. He had been keeping their relationship a secret from the others but this was a sort of punishment. They had promised it wouldn't happen again and oh, look, yes it did.

"Where, sir?" Her voice was full of laughs, Hotch's facial expression giving his mischief's away.

"To the Morgan residence. Then to the Reid residence if they aren't there."

Prentiss quirked an eyebrow as she watched her boss and his smug expression. "They… they…" She seemed to be feeling the word out. "They?!"

Hotch nodded, knocking his knuckles on her desk before heading back up the railing to his office.

"Oh, sir, please please please let me bring JJ and Garcia. Please!" She begged, smirking as she stood quickly.

Her boss stared at her, locking his office door. "I'm taking the Suburban."

Prentiss' grin grew and she flew from her desk to grab her colleagues. Hotchner crept to the next office over and knocked on its door. Rossi motioned him to come in.

"Where are we going?" He questioned with a suspicious look on his face.

"We're going to retrieve our MIAs." He responded, the key chain swirling in his hands.

The team had piled in the SUV, first to Agent Morgan's house. There was no answer, no noise inside. Aaron drove them over to Agent Reid's home, knocking on the door roughly.

"Excuse me!" Garcia sang, pulling a key from her pocket. "Can you believe this is happening? What if we walk in on them doing the dingy?!"

Rossi stopped in his tracks, and so did Hotch, pausing by the doorway with weary looks on their faces. "We'll stay back here," Rossi whispered.

JJ giggled, Emily suppressed a guffaw and Garcia's eyes lit with a glint none of them had seen before. The three ladies traversed through the house, first the kitchen, then the living room, the guest room and finally the master room. Garcia threw the door open, a camera in her hand. It flashed as the door slammed against the wall but no one was there.

"Ssh," JJ demanded, turning her ears towards the closed door. "Water's running."

Emily clapped a hand down her face. "Oh my god, they're taking a shower together."

Garcia pushed them both out of the way, her camera ready again. "And a one, two, three!" She opened the bathroom door, hard, but it thunk-ed. Something soft had stopped it.

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