It takes one thousand attaboys to make up for one oh shit. Anon.

Derek Morgan stormed to his truck, slammed the door and punched the center of his steering wheel.

"It was just a stupid comment.", he muttered to himself looking in the rear-view mirror.

He then reached into the glove compartment of the truck and pulled out the white gold band in the beautiful box that he had picked up earlier in the week and he planned to give to his Pretty Boy, before the shit hit the fan the morning he had picked it up.

Flashback:

"I don't know how I could forget a face like hers." Derek said in disbelief.

"You've been with so many girls that you can't remember all their names?", his boyfriend asked sounding not only shocked but slightly hurt.

"Oh, come on! You're surprised." Emily just had to dig that knife in a little deeper.

"This has never happened to me before!", Derek said looking straight at Spencer begging for him to understand. After all they had agreed that Derek needed to keep up his playboy image until they were ready to tell the team.

"It hasn't happened to me before either!" Spencer said looking at Derek with a little more fire in his voice as the hurt he was feeling got stronger.

Emily made a comment to that but neither man was listening.

And then came the comment he wished he had never said, a comment said only because he was desperate to turn the conversation away from him and to remind his boyfriend that they were together without giving their secret away to the team.

"And besides, you only have ONE name to remember."

That comment had set everything that had happened the last week into motion. They had to leave to California for a case before the two had a chance to talk about the incident. Derek hadn't meant to hurt Spencer, in fact that Spencer had trusted him enough to be his first, and if Derek had anything to say about it his only sexual partner, was something that truly humbled the older man.

Once the case had been solved the team stayed overnight in the hotel before heading out in the morning. Derek had went to Spencer's room hoping to apologize to the younger man and make sure he knew how much he meant to him. He didn't have the ring with him, that had stayed behind in Virginia safely locked away in his truck, but that didn't mean he couldn't ask the question. Derek was already planning on telling the team on the ride home in the morning imagining the smile on Spencer's face as they held each other tightly on the plane. But Spencer hadn't been in his room. Derek remembered the all night coffee shop just up the road and figured his boyfriend had left to go there before calling it a night.

Derek headed down to the lobby and just by chance he looked into the hotel bar. In the bar he got the shock of his life because there sitting on a barstool was his Pretty Boy, looking like a fish out of water as a man sat next to him running a finger up and down his arm. The fact that Spencer was very uncomfortable with the situation didn't immediately register through the jealousy that Derek felt as he stormed into the bar and walked up to the couple angrily.

"What do you think you're doing?", Derek hissed as he inserted himself between the two men with his back to the interloper and looked down at his boyfriend.

"Trying to add another name to the ONE on my list." was the snarky reply from the slightly intoxicated young man.

Derek saw red and the man behind almost ended up with a broken jaw when he tried to stop the two of them from leaving together.

The two left the bar and headed to the coffee shop where Derek purchased coffee for the two of them, but what they didn't do was discuss the huge white elephant that walked along with them.

They plane ride home had been silent and filled with tension between the two and Derek found out that maybe the team of profilers they worked with weren't quite so in the dark about their relationship when Hotch walked beside him as they exited the plane in Virginia.

"Fix it." was all the man said quietly. If it wasn't for the hard glare that followed the comment Derek wouldn't have been sure he said anything at all.

Derek was still looking at the back of his boss when a soft voice spoke onside of him, "I'm sorry."

Derek looked over at his boyfriend and just glared, he didn't even bother to acknowledge the apology.

All that was going through his mind was 'How dare Hotch blame this on him. He wasn't the one at a bar flirting with someone.'

Instead of trying to fix the issue he just stormed off and left the younger man at the airfield without a ride.

Each man went home to their own apartment, once more without settling anything.

The next two days followed the same pattern, Spencer would show up to work with red eyes showing that he had spent the night crying, Derek would flash between anger at himself for upsetting his Pretty Boy and jealously each time the scene from the bar would cross his mind. They only spoke if it was job related and never once did either bring up the cause of the chaos that they found themselves.

Friday night found Derek out at a club, blame anger, frustration, jealousy or alcohol, but before long he was out on the floor with the flavor of the night bumping and grinding like there was no tomorrow.

The action soon left the club and move over to her place, they made it all the way to her bedroom, but Derek noticed there was just a little too many curves on her body. There was too much floral scent in her perfume. She was not his Pretty Boy and this was something he didn't want to do.

Derek left her cursing him every step of the way out of the apartment and he didn't even bother to put his shirt back on till he was standing outside of his truck.

Sitting in his truck looking at the ring he had purchased made up his mind. He was in love with Doctor Spencer Reid and he was going to fix this tonight. He put the ring in his pocket and drove to his boyfriend's apartment planning on staying until Spencer let him inside and he wouldn't leave until he had fixed this and his Pretty Boy was wearing his ring on his finger.

Derek didn't notice the witness to his actions.

A lone figure stood in the alley beside the building he had just left and a little deeper in was a body thrown out with the trash.

"Sammy, I'm so sorry but there always seems to be another one to punish."

AN: Hey this plot bunny just attacked me a couple of days ago and I figured if I can get it out of the way I could concentrate on my other works. I am not abandoning anything so updates should be showing up soon. Please review with your thoughts and comments. Stray:)