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Chapter 1: The Library

Spencer laid back in a cushy, over-sized leather arm chair, melting his brain into a novel with a nice coffee on a hand-carved side table. His long, skinny legs at rest on an equally cushy ottoman, the same hazelnut color of the chair he was in. The library in Dave's mansion was everything he could ever want, and he was glad that soon, he could be there whenever he wanted.

He could hear the sounds of a vintage record drifting around the library, Dave must have put on a record not too long ago because if he was remembering right, which he was, this was only the second song on the record. Upon looking up from the book he could see him approaching, a nice scotch glass in hand that he'd set on the table next to Spencer's coffee.

"You aren't as far into that book as I thought you'd be, Spencer." Dave said as he sat in the second leather chair on the other side of the side table. "Something on your mind?"

"No, I'm just... I'm just distracted." Spencer admitted.

"You're distracted? I believe that means there's something on your mind, please share."

"I'm just trying to figure out how to tell everyone I'm leaving the bureau." Spencer blurted, following the statement with a groan.
"Ah, I thought that might be the problem." Dave said, taking a sip of his drink before setting it next to the coffee once more.

"I just. I don't want them to feel like I'm giving up!" Spencer I want to be here with you, I don't want anymore risk... You re-retired, and I can't help but want to be here with you." Spencer mumbled as he closed the book, setting it down on the arm of the chair. "I'm not giving up I just don't want it to be how it is, worrying if next time I get shot I'm going to bleed out, and if this time we go somewhere is going to be that next time."
"Relax! I know you're not giving up, you know you're not giving up, so why don't you just tell them the-"
"The Truth. Yeah, I considered."

Dave sighed and got up from his chair, Spencer had retracted his legs and sat up, eyes darting nervously, unsure if this was going to be a lecture or something else. Dave sat on the ottoman to look at his lover in the face. "Spencer," He said, his voice a soft tone, his arm extended to rest a hand on the genius's leg. "Spencer, they know about us, you can tell them why you're leaving. Most everyone from our original group has left, what's holding you back?" he asked, his eyes searching Spencer's face, he knew what that expression was, anxiety, he felt bad.

"Dave, I ... It's JJ and Garcia. They'll miss me."

"But they'll live, and they'll probably call you to consult on the cases anyways. Back when I left they were always calling me to consult, no doubt they'll do the same to you." Dave said, a smile working it's way across his lips. "They'll still need that big brain from time to time." He said, patting Spencer's knee.

"My brain actually isn't bigger, it's average sized, I've had scans you kn-" Spencer began.

"Spencer, you know what I meant." Dave interrupted, he wasn't in the mood for a famous Dr. Reid Ramble.
"Y-yeah sorry, I guess I just- I took it literally." Spencer said.

"No harm, Spencer." Dave said, as he stood, holding his hand out for him. "Come." he cooed, a romantic song starting. Spencer blushed and grabbed his hand, raising to be met with a warm arm around his waist, pulling him to a clear area of the library, closer to the record player.

Dave held him close and started swaying with him, having moved his hand from Spencer's, to put it on the back of his head and bringing it on his shoulder. "Don't think for a minute, just be like this with me. Please." Dave whispered. Spencer gave in and closed his eyes, moving his feet lightly to the movements Dave made, his skinny arms wrapping around Dave's thick torso.

"My coffee will get cold, Dave." Spencer murmured, his eyes remaining closed as he spoke.
"I'll make you another one in the morning. It's late Spencer, I don't know why you made it." Dave sighed.

"I was going to read." Spencer said plainly.

"You have to work in a few hours, you don't need it." Dave stated, playing with the loose curls and waves of Spencer's hair.

"True." Spencer replied, shaking his head a little, taking in the scent that was David Rossi; something strong and earthy, a strong foreign cologne, almost certainly having been imported from Italy. "I'm assuming this is your way of calming me down for bed?" he asked.

"Your assumption would be correct, Spencer. Can't fool you." Dave chuckled. "I'll go shut the record player off, and take care of the cups and the lights. And when I come back up, I want you to be in our room, at least in your pajamas, okay?"

Spencer nodded, and slowly let Dave go, silently retreating back to their shared room.

Spencer slowly got undressed, putting his clothes into a hamper designated for his clothes, the lanky doctor then clothed himself in a set of dark green pajamas and wandered slowly to the king sized bed, his busy mind running through how he'd tell his last two friends he was leaving the bureau, that tomorrow would be his final day. The director already knew, but he'd put off telling his friends, and tomorrow he'd have to, and to be honest he was surprised Penelope hadn't found it out yet with all the snooping she was capable of.

But his mind quickly left that topic as he heard Dave enter the room, turning around to see him.
"At least you're in pajamas like I hoped." Dave stated, making his way to a large, ornate dresser

"I'm tired, David, I never really got to drink any of that coffee." Spencer mumbled as he pulled back the plush covers and rested himself beneath the soft sheets, a yawn escaping his mouth. Dave changed and made his way to the bed too, taking up residence in the sheets next to Spencer.

"I know, I'm sorry." he apologized as he laid back, clapping his hands together quickly to shut the lights off. Spencer quickly laid on his side and made his back available to Dave, who quickly moved in as close as he could and draped an arm and the blankets over him.
"Try to get some rest, Spencer." Dave said, giving his young love a gentle pat.

"I love you." Spencer said as his eyes closed, sleep almost immediately whisking him away.

"I love you too."