Chapter 1
"Everyone is a genius at least once a year. The real geniuses simply have their bright ideas closer together /Georg C. Lichtenberg"
It was a day as any other when there was no case, mind numbing boring with so much paperwork that Spencer sometimes wondered if there were any forests' left on earth. Spencer suppressed a sigh, and continued with his paperwork, he would not be surprised if he had somehow landed with some of Morgan's, Rossi's, Prentiss's and even some of Hotch's paperwork, not that he cared really, after all he was the fastest reader and was always done before the rest even if he had the double amount of paperwork to do.
Spencer liked his job but sometimes he wished it would be a bit more challenging. Of course, it wasn't easy to catch a serial killer but it did not always give his brain the stimulus it craved.
Continuing writing, Spencer's mind took a small detour. Glancing up from his papers, Spencer watched from the corner of his eye, Morgan, his lover/boyfriend for the past month and a half. He was not yet sure how he felt about it, yes he loved Derek, who wouldn't? But it was a weird feeling, to know that someone liked him and cared for him. The rest of the team knew, but they had gotten strict orders from Hotch not to be too demonstrative at work. It was not illegal or against the rules, but it was frowned upon and Hotch did not want trouble with Strauss. Thinking of the blonde woman made Spencer annoyed, he did not like her. From the first time he stepped into the FBI building, at the tender age of 21, had Strauss disliked him and the feeling was mutual. She wanted his brain and knowledge, the fact that he had totally refused to be her lapdog had probably only fuelled that dislike.
Spencer was so deep in thought, that he did not notice when Strauss entered the bullpen, Hotch walking beside her looked pissed, before someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Reid?"
"Yes, sir? Ma'm?"
"Dr. Reid I wish to speak with you in private," said Strauss, looking down at him.
He was just on his way to ask why, but stopped himself when he saw the look Hotch was giving him, and he knew that something bad was going to happen.
"Of course, Ma'm," said Spencer, getting up from his chair.
The walk was short but uncomfortable; you could practically feel the tension in the air, between them. Spencer felt like a trapped animal when Strauss closed the office door behind him, her face was stern but on the same time there was something more behind the cold face. Whatever it was, it did not take a genius to figure out that Spencer was in trouble. What kind of trouble it was, he did not know, he could not figure out what had triggered this, usually she left him alone and in return he did his job and did not get in the way and followed the rules.
For a few moments both sat quietly, looking each other in the eyes, before Strauss blinked and removed her gaze. Looking through her drawers, and placing a file of some kind on her desk.
"Do you know what this is, Dr Reid?" asked Strauss, as if she was talking about the weather.
"A file Ma'm," said Spencer.
"Yes, a file." Repeated Strauss "Your file to be exact, Dr Reid. We have information on every single person who works for the FBI and this is yours. Open it."
Spencer did not want to know why she had his file; usually one did not get to see them. They were secret and locked away in a huge storage with more guards and security than the White House.
Reaching for the file, Spencer opened it, and the first line on the first paper, was written with big bold red letters, 'High security risk in wrong hands'.
"Excuse me?" asked Spencer, "security risk?"
"Yes, you are a risk to this country with intelligence like yours. If I see you as a threat that you, shall we say gets a bit too affected by your job, then you will be stamped as an enemy to this country," said Strauss.
Spencer's mind was spinning, he a security risk? He had never thought of it like that, then again he had never thought of becoming a killer.
"You are to undergo an evaluation, and if you are seen fit to continue your job then good, if not then you will be removed from the FBI."
"Evaluation? Why?"
"It has been ordered from higher ups, we don't want you as a threat and you don't want us to be a threat to you, if you do not do this evaluation then you can say goodbye to any work you've ever thought of," said Strauss.
Spencer did not like the treat but there was not much he could do about it. Biting his teeth together, he stopped himself from insulting the woman. First the FBI practically forces him to join, because of his intelligence and now he is seen as a risk to the country's safety and is to be removed if he doesn't pass the test.
"Of course Ma'm, was that all?"
"Yes that was all, you may go Dr Reid," said Strauss, "your evaluation starts tomorrow, it will consist of a few tests, it will take a few days and in that time you will not join a case if one comes up, is it understood?"
"Crystal, Ma'm." With that Spencer stood up, closed the file, and walked out from the room. Outside he took a reassuring intake of breath, he liked his job he did not want to lose it, but these tests would not be like those he has gone through before.
When he came down to the bullpen he found the rest of the team seated, all of them looking curiously at him when he sat down at his desk.
"So… what did the old Hag want?" asked Morgan.
"I'm to undergo an evaluation to see if I'm fit for the job," said Spencer, playing with a pen not looking up from the papers that were lying on the desk.
"What? Why?" asked Rossi, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Apparently I'm an security risk to the country, at least some of the higher ups think so, if I'm to believe Strauss," said Spencer.
"That's stupid," said Morgan.
"That's politics," said Prentiss with disgust clearly written on her face. It was no secret in the team that she hated politics and Spencer shared her view on it.
"Does Hotch know?"
"I should think to, I mean he looked really pissed this morning, he doesn't like it when Strauss interferes, but there isn't much he can do about it," said Spencer.
"Well this sucks," said Morgan. "There must be more behind it, they'll do all sorts of weird stuff, you'll be used as a lab rat!"
"Morgan!"
"What it's true, and you know it Rossi," said Morgan giving the older agent a defiant look.
"But I wonder why now? Why haven't they done it earlier," asked Prentiss.
"Good question," said Spencer with a sigh. "Well I'll probably find out tomorrow, either way."
"Already tomorrow, they sure don't gave you much time to think it over," said Rossi.
"Maybe we should ask Garcia to dig a bit, to see if she finds why you have to do this evaluation," said Prentiss.
"No, she could get in trouble, now don't you people have work to do?" asked Spencer, shooing them off to their own seats.
He was half tempted to do exactly what Prentiss had suggested but he did not want to get Garcia to get in trouble. Forcing himself to think of something else than his short visit to Strauss's office, Spencer continued with the paperwork, and the stack that miraculously seemed to have gotten bigger since he went away.
Life wasn't easy when you were a genius, whatever other people may say.
BAU
Spencer was still mulling over what Strauss had said later in the evening. He was sitting on Morgan's (and in a way his) couch watching a documentary while Derek was preparing dinner in the kitchen. Apparently he would not eat if he was home alone and so Spencer spent most of his free time at Derek's apartment. Not that it bothered him, he liked the house and he liked spending time with his boyfriend.
"Are you done yet?"
"Nearly, you could help you know." Was the reply, coming from the kitchen.
"Nope, you're the one who wants to feed me, so…," said Spencer, trailing off.
Spencer was watching intensely the documentary, when he felt a hand caress his cheek. Looking up he met Derek's brown eyes.
"Food's ready," said Derek, leaning down giving Spencer a soft kiss on the lips.
"Good, 'cause I'm hungry," said Spencer.
Dinner was a happy affair, they talked about all kinds of stuff, argued over Star Trek and joked about various things. Spencer could feel how he slowly relaxed, the wine helped too. Spencer was not overly fond of wine but the odd glass now and then was not such a big deal.
Dessert was if possible even better than dinner, Spencer gushed over it as he had done thousand times before since Derek had for the first time cooked for him.
"I love this, I swear I've gone to heaven," said Spencer, slowly licking the vanilla from the spoon he was holding in his hand. Derek only smiled, amused but on the same time aroused by the not so innocent picture that Spencer was creating by sucking on the spoon.
"Good, you are too thin you need to eat more and not fast food and sugar, sorry sugar with coffee," said Derek.
"Derek! I do not put that much sugar in my coffee," said Spencer, pouting cutely.
"Yes you do, Pretty Boy."
"No I don't, I only put as much as is needed," said Spencer.
"What no statistics on this one?" asked Derek, laughing softly.
Pouting, Spencer ignored Derek and went back to his dessert, completely ignorant of the fact that Derek was no longer sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the table. Spencer had just eaten the last spoon of the dessert when he felt a pair of strong arms close around his waist, with a yelp
Spencer was pulled on his feet against the hard chest of one Derek Morgan.
The kiss started slowly and then got more intense, Spencer moaned slowly when he felt Derek gently grab his ass, pulling him even closer so that their bodies were as close as you could come.
"I'm not having sex on the kitchen table, whatever you may think of it," whispered Spencer, he was flushed and he was panting a bit. He could feel the bulge in Derek's pants pressed against his stomach just above his waist line.
"Oh really? Then I'll have to come up with something better then, wont I?" said Derek, deepening the kiss, his hands trailing over Spencer's lower back and lower down, normally Spencer did not like it when people touched his ass but he did not care when Derek did it. He moaned softly into Derek's
mouth.
Spencer did not have much time to protest when Derek picked him up, carrying him bridal style to the bedroom, not caring to clean away the dishes. Those could be dealt with in the morning. All thoughts of Strauss and the BAU were as good as forgotten, in the heat of the moment.
Soo is it good or bad? I actually wrote this fan fic some time ago but haven't had the time to publish it :)
Reviews? Is it worth to publish the whole story?
