"That's alright, baby. You go check on Agent Williams. We'll work on fattening up your friend." Morgan chuckled and sent Reid an apologetic look before moving toward the door. His mother waited until she heard his car drive away before turning to Reid with a fierce look.
"Mrs. Morgan?" Reid questioned timidly.
"I like you, Spencer," she started, "So I feel it's only fair to warn you that my husband was a cop and he taught me a thing or two about protecting people." At Spencer's confused look, she continued, "I know you're dating my son. Don't give me that look, I know my son. And I just wanted you to know that while I raised my children to know that God loves you no matter who you love, and I approve of your relationship, I will snap you like a twig if you break my baby's heart. Do you understand?"
Spencer, scared out of his mind and more than a little confused about what was happening, nodded his head and forced himself to stammer, "Y-yes, Ma'am."
Mrs. Morgan smiled and wrapped an arm around Spencer in a hug. "Good. Now," She put him at arm's length, "we really do need to work on fattening you up." And she pulled him to the kitchen, where she, Sarah and Desiree took turns telling him embarrassing stories of young-Derek-Morgan, all the while filling his plate with more than he could ever eat.
When the adult Derek came in the kitchen, surprising them all with his, "Did you have to tell him that, Mama? I thought you loved your son!" he put a hand on Spencer's shoulder and accepted the half-eaten plate pushed his way. His mother smiled knowingly and told him, "As soon as you're done eating, you need to come with me to make a pallet in your room."
"Aww, Ma! You can't make our guest sleep on the floor!" Derek fake-complained with a smile, "He should at least get the couch."
"Your sister's sleeping on the couch tonight. There's a problem at her apartment." She turned to put on some more coffee and continued, "Besides, who said our guest was sleeping on the floor? The pallet's for you!"