Author's Note: Revision of the story I posted called, "Spencer Reid's Dilemma". It needed to be changed. The characters were WAY to OC for my liking and it was terrible writing, despite the rave reviews and foot traffic I got. So, this is my attempt at redemption. Trying to make it more life like and a little bit less dramatic. Enjoy!

Words: 704

Rating: T

Summary: An introduction to Spencer and the beginning of his cold. [: Who doesn't love a sick Reid? That means more fluff and cuddles and pure adorableness. :D

Chapter 1

"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 tonight."

"You get let go a lil' bit kid."

"I really don't."

"You're right." Derek said, getting the hint that Spencer really didn't want to go out with the rest of them tonight. It was time he dropped it.

"Maybe another time," Spencer said, a tight smile on his lips.

"I'll hold you to that, pretty boy." Derek smiled back, charming as ever.

Spencer grabbed hold of his bag and smiled to the dark skinned man, waving briefly to the rest of his colleagues before taking his leave. Derek watched him go, a bit confused as to why Spencer was so adamant about not hanging out tonight. Well, whatever the kids deal was, he would talk about it as soon as it started to bother him enough.

What Derek didn't know though, wouldn't kill him. At least, that's what Spencer's rational was saying. Derek didn't have to know about his feelings for the man. Ugh, feelings was such an immature way of describing his…his desires. There, that was a better way of putting it. He desired Derek Morgan.

Who the hell didn't though?

Spencer took a cab home, sitting in the stifling back seat, enjoying the silence. He paid the driver as soon as he was dropped off and went inside his home, trying to ignore his racing thoughts. All he wanted was a cup of tea and a full night's sleep. He deserved as much, he thought.

The sound of classical music played from his alarm clock, signaling his conditioned brain that it was time to wake up and have a cup of coffee. With that in mind, Spencer sleepily stood up and stumbled down the hallway and into his small kitchenette. He went through the process of setting the coffee maker up and then waited the torturous few minutes for it to finish brewing. His thoughts began to wander once more.

His coffee machine went on a dinging rampage, bringing Spencer back to reality. He turned and grabbed the coffee pot and poured the beverage into his large coffee mug and scooped five spoonful's 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 turned the television on.

A couple minutes in, his cell phone rang. He sighed. He figured he would be getting called into work. The odds were not in his favor for him to have a relaxing and enjoyable weekend.

"Hello?" Spencer croaked.

"Boy genius! We've got a case and bossman needs you here. Are you okay? You sound like you have a froggy in your throat." She asked, her voice full of concern.

"No worries, I just woke up. Okay, tell Hotch I'll be there in the next half hour."

"Okay sweetheart. See you soon!" Penelope disconnected before Spencer had a chance of saying good-bye. He had a feeling it was done on purpose. Penelope didn't like saying good-bye.

Spencer finished his coffee before taking a shower and getting dressed. He grabbed his bag and filled a to-go mug with more coffee and more sugar. He left in a cab, thinking about what kind of case they would have and the challenges it would present.

When he arrived, Derek was walking up to the door as well. He smiled at the younger man, "Hey kid! What's up?"

"Nothing much, dejected about not having a day off." Spencer replied, his voice continuing to croak.

"Uh, are you getting sick?" Derek asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I didn't think I was, now I'm not so sure," noticing how sore his throat really was.

"We'll stop by Baby Girl's office. She'll have some cold medicine for you."

"Yeah, okay." Spencer and him continued to walk, and no, he was definitely no thinking about how sweet it was of the bigger man to be concerned about him and trying to figure out a way to help. That would be irrational. He is not a school boy.