Yey! New story! This is Derek's Misery! Read on and hope you enjoy!

Can Only Mean One Thing

DMSR

Derek woke up with a start, his face drenched in sweat. That damn dream again, the one about- He sighed as he rubbed his bald head and looked at the clock. It was only 5:47 but he got up anyway, heading to the shower. The water beat down on his body, steaming and comforting. Finally he washed himself and started to get ready, taking note that it was already 6:30. An image of sensual, full lips invaded his mind and he shook his head deliberately.

Derek put on a pot of coffee and fixed himself a breakfast burrito from the freezer. He sighed again, plopping in the seat and folding his torso over his legs. The microwave beeped and he stretched out of the chair, moving slowly across the kitchen. Pulling the burrito out of the nuker, he dropped it on a plate and threw it haphazardly onto the table. He pulled a cup out of the cupboard and readied it just as the coffee machine went off. As he sipped, a mental picture of large brown eyes with dark bags under them filled his brain. Those eyelashes were so long and thick, sticking together beautifully when the owner cried and- He cut himself off, no more thoughts like that today.

The profiler checked the time on his oven, which now stated 7:00. Scarfing the breakfast burrito and coffee down, he sighed for the thousandth time that morning. He grabbed his gun, credentials, and helmet, deciding at last minute to take his bike instead of his SUV. The air seemed perfect at the moment, warm and fresh, and he felt that was just what he needed. Swinging a leg over the black machine, and shoving the helmet on his head, he started the bike and quickly took off.

The lobby at the Quantico office was unusually full, young faces and temporary badges. Looking up at the banner on the door, Derek realized it was Intern Day.

Emily surprised him, clapping him on the back roughly. "Hey, you! Ready to tutor some kids?"

Derek's eye twitched and he smirked at his teammate. "If you mean beating some ass then sure, I'm ready."

Emily squinted her eyes at him. "Did you forget?"

He sighed once more and nodded. "I did. Completely."

She smiled softly. "I know. You've been preoccupied lately."

He grimaced as a group of determined, smiling faces made their way to Derek.

"Looks like you'll be busy. We might talk later?" She offered, giving him an out.

Derek smiled at her and nodded. "We can talk later." She turned around with a short wave, going the route he would usually take.

"Hello, Agent Morgan!" They all seemed to be greeting him simultaneously. He professionally smiled back at them, his face pulled and straining a little.

"Ah, yeah, hang on. I've got to grab the clipboard, alright. You guys…stand off by the wall and I'll be right back." There were five cheerful faces staring up at the taller, dark man, all nodding at him when he told them what to do. Derek made his way to the long table that Agent Anderson and another one he had never seen were handing out clipboards, name tags, temporary badges. He greeted Anderson and received his sticker and clipboard. His bag was still slung around his shoulder and luckily, he remembered the procedures they had gone over with him and the other mentors for today.

"Alright." He made his presence known to the group that was now chatting amongst themselves. "We'll go by last names and you would do well to remember I am a mentor, not a friend." He pulled the clipboard up and started again. "You may call me Agent Morgan, sir, or…that's it. Roll call." He stated as he started listing off names. "TA Rogers, TA Simpson, TA Cravit, TA Ripple, and TA Camper."

After each name he called, he received a "Here" in return. Derek observed his TAs (Training Agents) in the order he had called them. The women were outnumbered, three to two. TA Rogers was a blonde woman, an expression of eagerness on her face. Simpson was a dark-haired, childish looking man who wore thick, black-rimmed glasses. Cravit was a brunette male, with a small mouth and wide, doe-like eyes. They reminded him of a certain someone and a snarl crossed his face as the TA smiled cryptically at him. Ripple was the other female, her hair almost black and her skin a dark mocha color. Her face crinkled as she stared at Derek, though the smile was still there. Lastly was Camper, a larger man who reminded Derek of a younger him. He was voluntarily bald, muscular but not to the point where it was disgusting, and his black skin was smooth and soft looking.

"You guys wanna get started?" Derek asked, turning around and heading for the elevator, feeling the TAs behind him.

"Yes, sir," they replied to him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Rogers and Cravit barged up front, the other three falling behind the two competing people. There was a short line from two other groups in front of them for the elevator and the TAs decided it was a good time to talk up their mentor.

"Agent Morgan?" Cravit didn't wait for a response. "You work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, correct?"

Derek's mouth slouched and he nodded. Rogers' blonde hair flipped in Cravit's face and she opened her mouth before Derek could his. "You're pretty famous at the academy, sir. Your hand-to-hand class had the highest record of sign-ups."

Cravit practically threw Rogers aside. "I want to become a member of the BAU as well, Agent Morgan."

The elevator opened and Derek nodded, his lips pursed with undetectable mock impressiveness. "That's amazing, TA Cravit. Only problem is," He pressed the floor which contained the gyms. "A lot of people want to join us."

Cravit's face fell and he nodded, Rogers taking the hesitation to slip herself into the conversation. "I want to join the IIU."

Morgan wanted to snarl and tell her to shut the hell up but he endured. "You want to work with the internet and missing children? That's pretty heroic."

The elevator dinged and Derek quickly stepped out, not waiting for the TAs to follow him. He lead the way to gym four, which according to his clipboard, was the gym assigned to them. He opened the door and let his students follow him. Though it was called a 'gym' it was only as big as half of the bullpen. There were five desks set up for the students and a comfy chair at the front for Derek. He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger. The TAs all took a seat. "Okay, we can start."

The 'class' went on for an hour, Derek relaying the basic workings of the FBI, his specific unit, and specifically what his specialties are. He was then asked questions, some a little personal for his taste. Like, "Do you have a girlfriend?" from Cravit. Or "How many people do you kill on a yearly basis?" from Rogers.

Once that was done, almost instantly, two agents came and knocked on the door to take the chairs and desks away. To Derek's surprise, it was Prentiss and Reid. He smiled at Emily, more of a smirk really. "You get roped into helping us out today?"

Reid replied, making Derek's mouth twitch. "We did. Are you ready for us to take them away yet?"

He nodded at the doctor, not making eye contact, watching the TAs as they collected their things. Prentiss dragged a desk out, then Reid, and the pattern continued until the room was empty, save Derek and his legal stalkers.

"We'll see you later, Derek." Emily waved at him, her mouth in a giant smile. Spencer did the same, only the smile was small and Derek didn't return his wave.

"I'm not familiar with any of you so I'm guessing I don't have you for my combat classes. Who's your teacher?" He was leaning against the back wall, his arms folded.

Camper spoke up this time from his position against the wall with the door, the first Derek had heard from him. "Sanchez."

Derek chuckled. "Ah, Sanchez. Beat his ass a couple of times. Are you all the same?"

Ripple shook her head, shifting her weight from foot to foot in the middle of the room. "Simpson and I have Valento," she answered.

He nodded and looked down at his pants. "I'll be back," He said, pointing to himself. "Going to the bathroom."

Derek pulled the door and walked into a group of TAs being lead to another gym. He made his way to the bathroom, opening the door to a Spencer who was washing his face. He stiffened and considered going a floor down since the agent hadn't noticed him, but reconsidered and walked in.

The doctor jumped when he saw the figure walking behind him in the mirror. When he noticed it was Derek he relaxed, but a pang of guilt welled up in his chest. Derek went in the stall with his bag, came out and walked to the urinal with a new pair of pants, used it, zipped himself up, and washed his hands, all without looking at the brunette.

"Mor-"

"Do you know yet?" Derek asked. Spencer shook his head and looked down at his wet hands before he heard the door open and slam shut.

Derek stormed into gym four and slammed the door with an intent to kill. He dropped his bag and the five students were quiet. Simpson looked at Ripple with a hint of horror on his face. "We'll survive, right?" He mouthed. Ripple bit her lip and shrugged slightly.

Camper was the first out of the room, his top drenched in sweat. Simpson followed, his glasses in his hand, fogged and his face too wet to support them. Next came Rogers, her spaghetti strap tank top sagging with the amount of sweat in it, her breasts almost fully exposed. Ripple was smiling as she came out of the room, her sweat shirt and pants soaked, her hair fuzzy, and her eyes finally looking relaxed. Cravit and Derek exited the room at the same time. Derek was tired, profusely perspiring more than any of the TAs combined. He'd worked out with each of them, trying to take his stress out. They had gone over the designated time by thirty minutes but no one had any complaints. Cravit especially. He had gotten touchy, feely when Derek and him trained together, more holds and grabs than kicks and punches.

Derek found it annoying, but he was able to throw the body that reminded him of Spencer's as much as he had wanted. Cravit had a hand on Derek's forearm, talking his mouth off. Rogers was visibly jealous but she said nothing since Derek himself hadn't said a thing.

They made their way to the shooting range, sweaty clothes still sweaty. Rogers and of course, Cravit just couldn't figure out how to work a gun, causing the dark, beautiful man to help them out, his arms around theirs, positioning and stabilizing them. The six walked out of the range and to their respective locker rooms.

Simpson, Cravit, Camper and Agent Morgan all hopped in the shower. Simpson and Camper were actually making conversation, about their choice jobs and possibilities of moving up in the FBI one day. Cravit gradually gravitated towards Derek, who was soaping up nonchalantly, his mind elsewhere.

"Agent Morgan? You were very…intense out there." Derek had turned towards the TA and saw that he was soaped up already, the milky, white substance flowing down his body as he walked through the two shower heads between them. Though he looked like Spencer in the face, his body was well built and he had two tattoos -a tramp stamp stating 'Live Freely' and a blue jay on his shoulder.

"Uh, yeah," the agent replied.

Cravit came under the head Derek was using, causing the older agent to move away slightly. "I really wish I had signed up for your class earlier. Especially if I knew you were gay."

The older man sputtered, his mouth going slack jawed. Cravit gave him a sultry, questioning look. He rubbed a hand down his torso as if rinsing the soap off, but it was really an act of seduction. Derek licked his lips and shook his head. Though there were only six other people in the twenty-four capacity shower, he reigned himself in for worry of being seen. "I don't know where you got that idea from," he defended, washing his bald head.

Cravit pulled his hair back, wringing it out. "I saw the looks you weren't giving your fellow agent. The dorky one with the pretty looking face and longish hair." Cravit used the hair tie on his wrist. "He reminds me of Anthony."

Derek sighed, clearly he had been figured out by this kid. He turned around, rinsing his back off. "Who is that?"

"Me." Cravit smiled at the agent. "Clearly you have a thing for him, as you so obviously tried to avoid." He turned too, if only to stare at Derek's member. "I could… help your carnal desires out."

Derek snarled and threw a glare at the kid. "You don't compare to him. He doesn't look a thing like you. I don't appreciate you coming in here and invading my personal space. Please leave."

"Ag- Derek? I know that's not what you feel." Cravit came closer as Derek sneered at him. "When you first saw me your eyes widened just the slightest, and I thought you had taken a liking to me. When I saw your wonderful teammate, I put it together right away-"

"I'm done," Derek said, walking out of the shower room and grabbing one of the stacked towels. Cravit squinted his eyes as he watched his superior leave him behind. He chewed on a nail and followed him out to the locker benches, where Simpson and Camper were already putting their clothes on.

"Lets meet up with the girls, have lunch, and then you guys are done here." Derek was swift in his movements, some words muffled by the shirt going over his head. "What do you want? Subway? I want Subway. Lets get Subway."

Simpson and Camper looked at each other and shrugged, Cravit slipping on his untied shoes and picking up his bag with an annoyed whine as the three of them left him behind.

They met with the females in the lobby, all ready and fresh to go. Rogers was frowning at Ripple, and Ripple was talking to another teams TA.

"We're off to lunch. Subway," Simpson told Ripple. She smiled at him and nodded, waving bye to her conversation partner.

"You coming, Rogers?" She asked. The blonde shrugged and went along, trailing behind the team, next to Cravit.

Derek lead them on the ten minute walk it took to get to Subway. "I'm not paying for you guys. It says here that we don't. I'm merely accompanying you so that you can ask any last minute questions." His turn came in the line and he ordered. Cravit had jumped up to just behind him when they entered the franchise.

Derek chose a table and dug in after he had paid, where Cravit soon joined him. He rolled his eyes as the woman dropped Camper's sandwich and had to start all over again, causing the line to be held up. Cravit smirked, taking the opportunity into hand. "Here's my number," he said, handing the uninterested Derek a piece of paper with his name and number on it. "I only want your body, nothing more."

Derek's ears seemed to perk up at that, his hand momentarily stopping on its way to his mouth. "I swear on my life, kid, you just don't give up."

The brunette smiled. "I'm a healthy, young, gay man who loves black guys. I'll take what I can get."

Derek actually smiled and Cravit blushed, though the older agent didn't notice as he took the paper off of the table and stuck it in his go-bag. Cravit watched, his mouth pulled into a thin smile.

"Are you considering it?"

Derek shook his head. "Not really. It would be suspicious if your number was sitting in front of me while you're this close," he said, as he pointed to Camper who was now walking over.

At 2:00 p.m., Derek had finally returned the TAs to their respective regular classes at the FBI Training Academy- thirty minutes by fifteen person van. He was driving, another agent who had tagged along to bring his team back was sitting in the seat behind him. Both were exhausted so no talking was done, only Derek throwing the keys to the person with a "Here, man". He had recognized the agent who worked on the bottom floor, closer to the front security box which took care of the transportation keys.

He made his way to the elevator and pressed his floor, waiting for the doors to open as he dug through his mind.

The offer Cravit had presented was actually running its course through Derek's head. He hadn't had a good fuck in eleven months. Both his male and female sex friends had called him and messaged him, but he couldn't bring himself to answer. Not since he realized.

He wanted to go celibate and prove to himself that what he was feeling was real. That it wasn't just an illusion of too much time spent together. And he had survived for eleven months (with no intercourse AT ALL!), for the first time since he had voluntarily become sexually active. No longer than two months would he have suffered before, when he'd give up on who he was holding out for and cheat on them. That was why his relationships never lasted long. This time, though, he did it. Which could only mean one thing: He was in love.

Alright! A lot of it seems like it's useless but it's not, I promise :D