When Spencer vanished yet again at work, Derek decided enough was enough. Anyways he had a few ideas of where the younger man might have gone.
He stopped short when he reached Garcia's door, slowly pushing it open and leaning into the tiny crack and peering into it.
All he could see was Penelope sitting in front of her computer with Spencer leaning over her shoulder, both pairs of eyes fixed on the computer.
"Heaven have mercy, he is fine!" Garcia gasped.
"It's his hands."
"No way, his shoulder and that damn fine ass of his."
"Oh yeah," Spencer agreed with a longing sigh.
"Just imagine, that hot body and a great mind. How did we get so lucky?"
"Who knows? Don't you think it's weird that the 'Tall, dark and handsome' is always the most desire appearance?"
"Who cares? Do you really? I mean, look at that body, that skin…oh lordy…"
Derek smirked, he wasn't a vain man, but he did happen to know just how damn good-looking he was. And he did happen to love when people made note of that.
"What I wouldn't give to have him alone in my bed for ten minutes." Garcia smirked.
Spencer poked her shoulder. "What a horrible thing to say! He's in a committed relationship."
Garcia glared sideways, "Only because he didn't meet me first."
Spencer laughed, "Tell me about it. All the good ones are always taken."
Derek smirked, pushed open the door and stepped the rest of the way in.
"Ok, you two don't need to fight over me. There's plenty to go around."
"Who said anything about you?" Garcia asked, swirling in her chair to give Derek a clear view of her computer, allowing him to see the screen covered in Barack Obama pictures.