An obnoxious loud ringing filled the air, pulling a groan from the bed as one occupant rolled slightly, in an attempt to block the sound. Spencer smiled when he noticed that hard chest under his ear and the steady sound of the heart beat belonging to the man starting to stir under him. After months of being apart, finally they were going to have some time off. Remy had been away on a mission for the past month and a half, and before that the BAU had had a spike in cases and the team has been on four consecutive cases in 5 weeks. Meaning there was barely any time to talk on the phone, never mind meet up. Now though, after finally getting some free time that happened to match up, Spencer had taken two weeks off, Remy informing Scott that he was not to be contacted unless a world ending emergency arose.

The reason for spencer waking was reminded when his phone once again started to send the piercing shrill through the air, further waking up the sleeping Cajun. Spencer rolled enough that he was able to pick up the phone, but didn't open his eyes as he fumbled with it before successfully flipping it open. Hearing the husky laugh from above him encouraged him to reach up and press the phone to his partner's ear, forcing him to answer it. Although there was a huff that caused the chest below him to dislodge his head slightly the other man didn't argue. "Spencer's Phone, "his rasped out, his voice still full of sleep, and fighting his way around a yawn. Laughter filled his ear from the other side of the phone and he frowned at the familiar laugh. "Morgan? Dat y'? Mais why y' callin' dis early?" he questioned the man on the phone. He saw the young genius sprawled across his chest perk up at the mention of his best friend, frowning and looking towards the clock, before burrowing his head back in Remy's chest.

"Hey Remy, is Reid still asleep? I know it's his vacation time, and I'm sorry to do this but we really need him for a case. We are out of our depth here." The other BAU agent sighed, obviously unhappy with having to ruin his surrogate little brother's vacation time when he'd known how long it had been since Spencer had actually taken time off voluntarily.

Remy let out a sigh and looked to the man so desperately trying to fall back asleep against his chest, "know y' are awake petite." He sighed as he ran his hands through the shaggy brown hair, smiling when the chocolate brown eyes peeked up at him with a huff. "Morgan wants y', says de team need y' help. Je suis désolé mon amour." Remy frowned obvious annoyance in his eyes at the interruption to what should have been their first day of two weeks together, catching up and relearning what they'd missed in the past months that they had been apart. He watched as Spencer sat up, perched on his knees beside Remy's hip, the blankets pooling around him, giving almost the perfect image that made something in his abdomen swell as he remembered the events of last night with a smirk. Spencer laughed at the obvious heat in his expression and pressed a kiss to his nose as he took the phone from him speaking rapid fire to Morgan as he stood to get lay out his clothes, grab his go bag, and get caught up on the case so far.

With a sharp sigh, he snapped closed the phone and started making his way back to his bedroom. Acutely aware that he'd walked around his house wearing absolutely nothing to gather his things he needed to leave. Even in the privacy of his own home, once upon a time this would have made him cringe and blush, even alone he didn't have the self confidence to do such a thing, he always wore clothes everywhere except the bathroom. Yet, ever since he and Remy had moved their long-term friendship into a more fitting relationship status, he found that his body didn't bother him, he knew he wasn't the most handsome, he had scars and flaws that still made his cringe. That didn't matter him though, it wasn't what other people thought anymore, it was the heat in those red on black eyes that followed him around the room, that mad him lift his chin up the little bit higher, preening under the gaze, much the way Remy did when the situation was reversed.

He smiled at the thief in his thoughts as he walked past him to head towards the bathroom, hearing the bed clothes move meaning the Cajun had gotten up to follow him. "no funny business, I have to be on a jet in the next 30 minutes and it will take me almost that long to get there," he huffed as he lay out a towel on the sink for him to reach after his shower. He didn't need to see Remy to know the pout that would be framing his beautiful features, that chiselled face made into the one expression he knew Spencer could never resist.
"y' so mean to dis po' Cajun, Penny." The long muscled arms slid around Spencer's waist as he brushed his teeth, causing the slightly shorter man to look up, brown eyes meeting black-red ones in the mirror. Making an obvious sign of rolling his to show his exasperation at the comment. He let himself feel disappointed at the sudden end to a holiday that hadn't even properly started last night, knowing Remy would feel it through the empathic link the mutant had created between them when they began this romantic endeavour. He felt the arms tighten before they released so Spencer could rinse his mouth out and Remy turned the shower on to the right temperature, the whole seen just a bit domestic. Spencer knew if his friends saw this bit of their relationship, he'd never hear the end of it. Of course they knew about Remy, it was a hard secret to keep when the man was such a fixture in his life, but they mainly saw the outrageous flirting and banter that went on between the two. Spencer knew it was hard for them to associate the geeky, socially awkward genius they all knew with the outspoken, fun-loving man he became when with the New Orleans thief.

He let himself be lead to the shower by said man and relaxed against the chest behind him when the Cajun followed him under the spray. He knew they didn't have time to muck around or start anything, but just the contact and the closeness was enough to let him relax a bit. "Tell Remy 'bout de case, cher?" he heard the husky voice ask as he let the long fingered hands start to rub shampoo through his hair. The advantage of being such good friends for so long before their relationship, was they knew how each other worked. Remy knew to get Spencer talking about something would make him anticipate it, get him thinking about it, get his mind working. It would make him feel better about having to leave, and already have formed ideas for the profile when he arrived with the team.

Spencer sighed and let his eyes shut against the scalp massage, "Morgan said they got called in when Las Vegas police found a mass grave not far into the desert with approximately twelve bodies inside. The team have been there for two days now. Apparently they all showed signs of mutilation or torture, but the precision of the cuts indicates the Unsub has some medical knowledge. Since being there they have had three more bodies show up, dumped in random places, not conforming with the mass grave pattern, but indicating the unsub knew they'd found it. There is evidence to suggest that the victims were experimented on, some of them showed obvious signs, but in others it was in the blood work. According to what Morgan showed me, some of the victims had the mutant x gene present in their blood, but as they are all ranged mid-twenties to early thirties, if they were a mutant they would have presented by now, So it's believed the unsub is trying to create mutants. You might want to tell Scott just in case we need you guys, at the moment there seems to be no direct threat to the BAU." Spencer explained, not having noticed that in the time he broke down the information given to him and let his brain work over this new case, Remy had managed to wash his own hair and had finished scrubbing both their bodies down, not starting to encourage Spencer out of the shower to get dried and dressed, letting the younger man run through the information in his mind.

"Merde cher, y' be careful, d'accord? Y' call Remy if you need anything. Will warn Scotty fo' y' and y' team, if y' need us." He said as he dried the genius down, watching the brown eyes to make sure Spencer adjusted to what he was saying, and saw the nod. Leading him back to the bedroom to get them oth changed. "Will drive y' dere, dat way I'll get the car, me." He said with a laugh and kiss to Spencer's cheek as he finished dressing and grabbed the man's bags. "c'mon mon amour, mon cœur." He smiled as he grabbed the keys and they headed down to the parking garage for Spencer's building.