Spencer's POV (third person though…)
Chapter 1
Spencer woke up that morning feeling thoroughly depressed. He got into a HUGE fight with Derek last night. Of course it was over something trivial, but still. Derek never got angry with Spencer, and he was yelling at Spencer. This made Spencer yell right back. The conversation started out with Derek teasing Spencer about his romantic life. Of course, Spencer had never told anyone about him being bisexual, but he didn't mention it. This is what happened.
"Pretty boy. What are you doin' tonight? Got a girl to get a little bit of lovin' from tonight?" Derek teased.
Spencer rolled his eyes, "I'm tired. I am not up to being around other people whose only intention is to get laid."
"Whoa, easy kid."
"Why? You always tease me about not getting girls and having a social life. Derek, I'm done."
"Okay, calm down, Spencer. I didn't mean anything by it."
"No. Don't tell me to calm down. I'm tired of constantly being picked on by you for not being with a girl. Did you ever stop to think that I'm not like you?"
"Man, calm down. I'm sorry. I know you aren't anything like me."
"Well then stop forcing me to be like you."
"I'm not forcing you to be anything!"
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Really!"
"Okay. Then stop getting on my case about my personal life."
Derek didn't say anything for a minute. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Why does something have to be wrong?"
"You never act like this. What's up?"
"Honestly Derek. There is a lot you don't know about me."
"Oh really? Then tell me, why'd you trust me enough to come to me for help with your drug problem? Or why you told me about your fear about becoming a schizophrenic? Or that your head aches will sometimes last for days? Why?"
Spencer bit his lip, keeping the tears away for a few minutes longer. "Who else do I have to tell?" He said, in more of a whimper.
"Hotch? J.J.? Penelope? Emily? Rossi? Why me?"
Spencer closed his eyes, and turned his back to Derek.
"Don't you turn away from me Spencer," he shouted at him.
Spencer turned back around, and said, "Don't tell me what to do to."
"What the hell man? What is wrong with you?"
"God Derek, nothing is wrong with me!"
"You're lying to me, man!"
"And if I am? Don't profile me."
"How can I not? You're fucking worrying me!"
Spencer's mouth popped open when Derek said that word. That horribly disgusting and ugly word.
"I'm leaving."
"No. You aren't." Derek said, blocking the door from him.
"Derek. Move."
"Tell me what the hell is wrong with you then."
"I…can't."
"To hell you can."
"No. Let me go."
"No, man," Derek said, Spencer looked at his chocolate brown eyes and saw more concern in them then anger.
"I know you care, but please, let me go home."
"Fine." Derek left the bullpen and stormed away. Spencer was left there in tears.
Spencer's eyes watered at the remembrance of the fight. Climbing out of bed, he padded into his kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. Leaning against the counter, he brought his hands to his face and sobbed.
You see. Spencer had a huge crush on Derek. Derek was everything Spencer wanted in a man. Strong, handsome, charming, loyal, caring, a gentleman…Spencer just didn't know what to do. He hated that he fell for his best friend.
His coffee machine went on a dinging rampage, bringing Spencer back to reality. Sighing, he turned and grabbed the coffee pot and poured the beverage into his large coffee mug and scooped five spoonfuls of sugar into it and stirred it around. Carrying the drink, he went into his sitting room and curled up on his couch and grabbed his home phone and dialed Penelope's number. He waited for it to be connected.
"You've reached the office of awesomeness. This is the lovely Garcia speaking. How may I help you?" The girlish voice spoke into Spencer's ear. He smiled, before his composure broke.
In tears, he spoke, "Penelope, it's Spencer…"
"Boy genius! What's wrong my love?" She asked, her voice full of concern.
"D-Derek, we got into a fight last night."
"Oh sweet heart, what happened?"
"I wouldn't tell him what was bothering with me and he got really angry and yelled at me."
"That Derek Morgan has a fiery temper, especially when he knows the people around him are concerned. Why didn't you tell him what was wrong?"
"Because…Penelope, you know why…"
"Oh, sweetums, you have to tell him sooner than later."
"I-I know. I just, not right now. Can you tell Hotch I'm not coming in today? Tell him I have a head cold."
"You got it my boy genius. I'll come over after work if we don't get a case. Sleep, drink lots of coffee, and relax. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks Garcia."
"You're welcome my handsome boy. Talk to you later! Garcia out!"
The line disconnected and Spencer hung up the phone and put it back on the charger. He brought his legs to his chest and closed his eyes.