Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. Any characters or related settings are not mine and belong to CBS and Jeff Davis unless otherwise stated.

As the six AM alarm blared in the silence of the room, a dark hand reached out to quickly cut off the harsh sound before his sleeping companion was roused. As the sound died off, a bleary eyed Derek Morgan slowly sat up and rubbed a hand across his face, propping himself up on one arm as the covers fell to his waist. Beside him, the covers slipped from the sleeping form, and Derek carefully lifted them back to tuck around slender shoulders. In the dim light that filtered through the curtains, he took a moment to watch the peacefully sleeping face of Spencer Reid.

The pale light made Spencer's skin almost translucent as Derek ran a fingertip over his left cheekbone, watching him shift gently in sleep as the creases beside his eyes deepened when his brow furrowed. Spencer made a small noise as if to stir from sleep, and Derek quickly shushed him gently back into sleep before the younger agent could fully rouse himself. It was Spencer's day off, and Derek knew how reluctant the young man was to take it, so he didn't want to wake him before heading off to work himself. Carefully smoothing the covers over his boyfriend's shoulders, Derek slid from the bed and gently padded down the hall to the bathroom, bypassing the en-suite for fear of waking Spencer prematurely.

As the warm water rained down, Derek turned his face up to the spray. A day off was just what his Pretty Boy needed after running himself ragged the last few weeks, and although he knew how much Spencer hated the idea of missing work, Derek knew he was looking forward to spending the day with Henry. The smile that had crossed Spencer's face when JJ had suggested he take Henry out whilst Will was away had been blinding, and Derek could have kissed her for giving Spencer something other than academic work to do in his free time.

Derek smiled to himself. No matter how strange it was going to be at work without Spencer, Derek couldn't wait for the younger man to finally relax. Now if he could only keep him asleep until eight AM.

Spencer opened his eyes in time to see Derek slipping from the room, and chuckled under his breath. He had guessed Derek's nly keep him asleep until eigt AM. e at work without Spencer,Spencer pending the day with Henry. the ensuite for fear of self. ploy when they had gone to bed the previous night. The older man thought that Spencer hadn't seen him turn the alarm down as he'd set it, and although Spencer didn't like getting up in the morning, he always woke up when Derek left the bed. He recognised the immediate lack of warmth when the other man moved, and would often roll into the warm spot left behind if Derek got up in the night to go to the bathroom.

He waited until he heard the shower down the hall switch on before he dragged himself out of bed and sleepily rubbed his knuckles into his eyes like a child. He snatched Derek's maroon sweater from the chair beside the bedroom door and slipped it over his head before heading for the kitchen, Clooney finally deciding to move from his spot on the ground by Spencer's side of the bed. His eyes mostly closed and hands still rubbing he sleep from them, he made the journey to the coffee machine mostly by memory, and he felt a smile creep across his face when his hand found the handle of the coffee machine.

Flicking the switch, he hummed gently to himself as he paced around the kitchen looking for food. Like most mornings, he wasn't hungry, but he knew Derek would be, so he trawled through the cupboards until he found the ingredients for pancakes. Normally, Spencer wasn't a very good cook, but he knew how to make pancakes, and since he was in good mood, he didn't mind cooking, especially when he knew that coffee was on the way. Clooney sat by the table and watched as Spencer began cooking, and by the time Derek stepped into the kitchen to the smell of bacon and coffee, the Great Dane was lying out flat on the floor, his nose pressed against the bottom edge of the counter, sound asleep once again.

Spencer felt the arms around his waist before he realised Derek was in the room, but when he did, he leant back into them immediately, not once letting his eyes deviate from the two pans in front of him on the hob.

"What are you doing up at this time, Pretty Boy?"

Spencer waved a hand vaguely in the direction of his coffee.

"Coffee. And breakfast."

He felt Derek laugh against the nape of his neck, the warm breath brushing his skin and sending goose bumps down his spine.

"And so are you going to be joining me for breakfast?"

Spencer wrinkled up his nose at the daily question and looked over his shoulder at Derek's grinning face, rolling his eyes when he realised he was being teased.

"You know the answer to that question. Although I may steal some of your pancakes."

He managed to worm his way out of Derek's arms with the pans as Derek let out a squawk of disdain, and offloaded the pancakes and bacon onto a plate for Derek. Tucking the pans into the sink to clean later, Spencer kissed Derek's cheek as he passed on his way back to the coffee machine to pour himself another cup and get Derek his first. When he turned around, Derek has forgotten his shock and was sat at the table with his plate, Clooney suddenly wide awake and concentrating completely on the movement of food from Derek's plate to his mouth, waiting for anything to fall his way. Spencer laughed as he moved to sit opposite Derek, holding the two cups of coffee in one hand as he scratched Clooney's head with the other. As he sat down, he picked up yesterday's paper that he hadn't had the chance to read the previous day ad spread it out on his side of the table.

"Sorry, Cloon, I think you're out of luck with that one; it doesn't take a genius to figure out he isn't letting any of that fall free."

Derek laughed as he reached over for his coffee, and he gave Spencer a small smile as he took it. "Thanks, Pretty Boy; you didn't have to make me breakfast."

Spencer nodded.

"I know, but I'm in a good mood. I'm taking Henry to the park later; they've got a magic show on that I think he'll really enjoy at the fete they've got going on, and he wants to get his face painted, but he won't tell me what he wants done yet."

Derek raised an eyebrow as he chewed thoughtfully, and swallowed before speaking.

"I didn't think fete's were your thing, Spence; you normally hate things with too many people around."

Spencer shrugged without looking up from the paper.

"Henry wanted to go; I asked him where he wanted to go and he asked me if we could go to the park. Apparently he'd asked JJ but she was working and Will's away so he was going to go to a day care centre instead, seeing as he's off school this week. He seemed really excited about it, so I thought why not?"

Derek smiled at the younger man and reached over to take his hand, gently linking their fingers together on top of the table. He waited until Spencer looked at him before speaking.

"I think it's a great idea, Spence. Henry will love it, and you get to relax once in a while. It's not often he gets to spend time on his own with his 'Uncle Spence.'"

Spencer let his eyes drift down from Derek's as he remembered Henry calling him Uncle Spence, and he flicked the edge of the paper before looking back up to find Derek still smiling at him. He knew Derek though he needed a break, and that's why he hadn't stepped in when Spencer had tried to convince Hotch that he didn't need the day off. In fact, he'd sat at his desk smiling to himself and studiously ignoring the pleading glances Spencer kept sending his way. Now though, Spencer kind of thanked him. Derek was right; it wasn't often that he got to see Henry on his own, and anytime he could help JJ, he was happy to, so it was really a win-win situation all around. He gave Derek's hand a squeeze.

"Yeah, I guess. It'll be fun."

Morgan grinned as he stood to put his plate in the sink, ruffling Spencer's hair as he went past.

"That it will be, Spence."

"Spence, are you sure you don't mind taking him?"

Spencer bounced Henry on his hip as he rolled his eyes at the question that he'd already heard five times since he had arrived half an hour ago. Henry saw him and hid a small laugh behind his hands as he shared a look with Spencer before the young profiler turned back to his best friend.

"JJ, it's fine; we'll have fun. Go to work and don't worry; everything will be fine, and by the time you get home, Henry here will have a brand new face, and we'll have eaten so much ice cream we'll be about to hypothetically explode, right buddy?"

Henry nodded, and they shared a high five as JJ laughed and grabbed her bag.

"Right, well, I'll meet you back here later after work, right?"

They both nodded, and JJ rolled her eyes again as she signalled towards the door.

"Are you two ready then? I'll drop you by the park if you want on my way."

Spencer looked to Henry.

"What do you say? Shall we use mommy as a taxicab?"

Again, Henry nodded, and they high fived again before Spencer set the little boy back on his feet and he headed off to find his shoes as JJ came closer and hugged Spencer. She squeezed him close before pulling away to smile at him.

"Thanks for this, Spence."

He smiled. "Don't worry about it; it'll be fun, and I'm sure it beats day care."

JJ smiled as Henry came thundering back down the stairs, and he grabbed hold of Spencer's hand as the three of them headed out to JJ's car.