Chapter 2

"Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently. /Henry Ford"

Going to work had never felt this horrible before, but this day Spencer wished he never would have had to get up from his warm bed. Derek had practically had to drag him out of it, and now both were sitting in Derek's car on their way to the office.

Spencer's brain was working over time, he was a bit nervous about the test, as Derek had said the other day, it would not only be questions but they would make him into a lab rat, and it would not be nice. He shuddered when he remembered the first time he had joined the BAU and had to go through a 'lab rat' evaluation, and he was sure this one would be as bad if not worse than the first one.

"You ok?" asked Derek.

"No, not really," said Spencer, watching the scenery go by.

"Don't think too much on it, Pretty Boy," said Derek.

It was easy for Derek to say that, he was not the one who had to do the stupid evaluation. They did not say much after that, Spencer sipped on his coffee, whilst Derek concentrated on the road. There was a calm atmosphere but Spencer was still a bit stiff, and it had nothing to do with the previous nights escapades.

It was quiet in the building, most people did not come in before eight, and it was only 7.30. Hotch was in his office and Rossi was somewhere around, Prentiss walked in just behind Spencer and Derek, talking with Garcia about some new store that had opened.

"Good morning, my chocolate God and my cute Spencer," said Garcia, in her usual bubbly way.

"Good morning, Garcia," said Derek, giving her a hug.

"Morning," said Spencer.

He was not expecting the hug that she gave him, almost suffocating him.

"Oh, my little Junior G-man," cried Garcia. "You don't have to be afraid, those evil people can't do anything to you!"

"W-what?" stuttered Spencer, trying to regain his posture.

"That evaluation! Those evil people can't take my little cutie pie from me!"

By the time Garcia had stopped her ranting, there had formed a small group of people that were watching her with big eyes. With her blond hair and colorful clothes she did get a lot of attention and on the same time calling the FBI 'cruel vile monsters' and 'violators of her adorable genius' did not make the matter better.

By the time they had reached the bullpen, the clock had struck eight. Spencer did not have to wait long before he saw Strauss coming his way with two people walking behind her, one woman in her late forties and a man who could be everything between 47 and 53.

"Dr Reid," said Strauss, motioning for him to follow her. With a fast glance at Derek, Spencer got up from his chair and followed her, and who he assumed was the two people who would do the evaluation, out of the big room and to a smaller room where small conferences sometimes were held.

The room was a bit bigger than an interrogation room, with a table and a few chairs. The walls were a creamy color, and a small window from which you could see the main entrance of the building.

"Please, take a seat Dr Reid," said the woman. "I'm Dr Felicia Hartwin, and this is my colleague Jonathan Wilkes."

Spencer took the lone chair on the opposite side of the small table from where Dr Hartwin and Dr Wilkes sat down.

"I understand you have been informed of why you are where and why," said Dr Wilkes, his voice was a bit raspy as if he had been smoking for a very long time.

"Yes, if it counts that it was less than 24 hours ago," said Spencer dryly.

Neither of the Dr's commented but started to pull out, papers and files from a bag Dr Wilkes had been carrying.

After a moment Dr Hartwin addressed him again, while she was skimming through a paper on front of herself.

"If you are ready then we will start with the first part of the evaluation. Please answer the questions as accurately as possible."

"Of course," said Spencer, a small plan forming in his brain.

"Your name is Spencer Reid," said Dr Wilkes."

"Yes."

"You work at the FBI, in the BAU under one SSA Aaron Hotchner."

"Yes," said Spencer, trying to see what Dr Hartwin was scribbling on her paper.

"I have heard you have an IQ on 187 and you have an eidetic memory, is it correct?"

"Yes, it is."

This was how the first half hour proceeded, Dr Wilkes asked a question, Dr Hartwin scribbled something on her paper and Spencer said yes.

"Now, we will continue to the next step," said Dr Wilkes.

"How are you affected by your job?" asked Dr Hartwin. This time it seemed she was the one asking the questions.

"Well everyone are affected by their jobs, mine makes me want to work harder to put away as many mad men/women as possible," said Spencer.

"I meant how it makes you feel. Sad, angry, annoyed that you can't save everyone?"

"One can never save everyone," said Spencer, "shouldn't you know that, yes sometimes a case affects me more than usual but it makes me feel good to
know that with every murderer or rapist we catch we make the world just a tiny bit safer place."

Dr Wilkes was scribbling furiously on his paper, Dr Hartwin seemed a bit annoyed but she hid it well.

"Do you need any medications?"

"No," said Spencer.

"No? Here in my papers it says you are taking pills for headaches," Dr Hartwin. "Answer my questions seriously, you do know don't you that your job is at risk here."

"I have answered your questions for exactly what you have asked for, it's not my fault you can't pronounce yourself right," said Spencer a bit of defiance in his voice. "You asked if I needed any medication and I said no, because I don't. You did not say anything about medication I was already taking."

"Fine then Dr Reid if that is how you want it," said Dr Hartwin, her eyes were hard.

Spencer knew that it probably was not the best idea to irritate them but she had said he should answer all questions as accurately as possible and that was what he had done, it was not his fault she asked one thing and expected another answer.

Question after question, was fired at him and Spencer continued to answer exactly what Dr Hartwin asked for, making the stern woman boil on the inside. What Dr Wilkes thought was a bit harder to decide.

She was so wrong if she thought he would take it lying down.

"Are you involved with someone at the moment?"

"What does this have to do with my job?"

"Just answer the question, Dr Reid," said Dr Hartwin.

"In a manner of speaking yes I am," said Spencer, he did not like Dr Hartwin very much, she was made out of the same wood as Strauss.

It was quiet in the small room, and the only noise was the ticking of a clock on the wall. It was closing in on twelve; they had sat there in the small room for three hours, 35 minutes and 21 seconds. 22 seconds.

Like with the 'first step' the questions kept on coming, some of them more private than others, and Spencer continued to answer them in his own way, some more truthfully than others, well he did answer them all correctly, Dr Hartwin was the one who should repeat a few English classes. Spencer had to force himself not to point it out to her; Dr Hartwin already looked like she had burst a few blood vessels.

"That's it for today, Dr Reid we will continue with the 'third step tomorrow at the same time as today," said Dr Wilkes, gathering the scattered papers from the table.

Spencer did not say anything but stood up and stepped out from the room, heading for the bullpen. He was sure he had some paperwork to do. He was trying to figure out what the questions had been about, why they had asked them or was it just a warm up before the bad questions came.

It was quiet in the bullpen, most people had already gone home for the evening. Prentiss was gone, and so was Rossi but Spencer could see Hotch sitting in his office, hunched over what probably were case reports or a new case. Spencer did not see Derek anywhere but it was not unusual for the older agent to take a small detour to Garcia's hideout. Whatever anyone else thought, Derek and Garcia were very good friends, and nothing more, even if they flirted constantly with each other. The thought of his two friends brought a small smile to Spencer's lips.

"What are you smiling about, Pretty Boy?"

Spencer squeaked and spun around only to almost crash into Derek, who was standing behind him, grinning.

"Derek, don't sneak up on me like that!" whined Spencer, pouting.

"You didn't answer my question, Spence," said Derek.

"I've answered questions the whole day, Derek, I'm not really up to it," said Spencer.

The clear change from happy to slightly annoyed, was as clear as day and night on Derek's face.

"Was it bad?"

"No not really, but I assume that it was only a small warm up and I didn't really like that Dr Hartwin very much," said Spencer, wrinkling his nose.

"You know you are adorable, don't you," said Derek, leaning forward and giving Spencer a fast kiss on the lips.

"Were at work, control yourself," said Spencer, even if he did not mind the kiss in the slightest. After all the hard work he had had to go through that day, he deserved a small reward.

"Then you shouldn't look so eatable," whispered Derek in his ear, and Spencer felt a small tremor go down his spine. "I can't do anything about it, and I haven't had anything to watch when the paperwork got too heavy, you not being there."

"Oh, really?" said Spencer, smiling innocently.

"Really, it's been torture," said Derek. "Come on; let's go home I have so many things I want to show you."

Spencer was not sure how to intercept Derek's perverted smile, but he was sure he would not be able to sit properly for some time afterwards.

"I just have to get my bag," said Spencer.

"Ok, I'll wait in the car," said Derek and kissed Spencer once again on the lips before he turned around and walked out from the office. Spencer swore Derek walked a bit faster than usually, a small spring to the step that normally was not there.

Spencer was completely fatigued, breathing heavily he rolled over so that he was lying on his stomach head buried in his pillow. Derek was lying beside him, their bodies touching.

"Tired?"

"Not really," murmured Spencer, turning to face Derek. His hair was tussled and his lips were swollen, giving of the vibe that he had recently been thoroughly fucked.

"Good, 'cause I'm not done yet," said Derek in a low husky voice.

Derek moved so that he was half lying on top of Spencer, brushing their lips together. Their naked bodies close, Spencer could feel Derek's steady heart beat, the rhythmic sound safe and reassuring.

Lying in a tangled heap on the bed, in the dark room, Spencer moaned softly. His heart beating fast, he could feel himself getting more and more aroused by the minute. Spencer could feel how his body grew hotter and his breath got heavier, when he felt Derek's hands travelling over his body, covering every inch of Spencer's body.

"Impatient?" chuckled Derek, biting down on Spencer's collarbone, sucking on the skin.

"N-no," half whispered half moaned Spencer, pressing his body firmer against Derek's.

"God you make me so hard, baby," whispered Derek. "Just by thinking of your soft skin under my finger, how you moan and scream my name. You're mine, only mine."

"D-Derek…," moaned Spencer. "Don't tease me…"

Spencer's body was aching for the release but Derek was doing everything except for that, those light kisses and trailing fingers. It was driving Spencer mad.

"What do you want, tell me what you want, Pretty Boy," said Derek in a husky voice.

"I- I want you," moaned Spencer. "I want you to fuck me."

"You are so sexy when you speak dirty to me," said Derek, and pulled Spencer in for a deep kiss, pressing his tongue against Spencer's lips, parting them.

Spencer let Derek explore his mouth, biting back a moan only to give a shudder of pleasure when Derek squeezed his ass.

"I love you Spencer," whispered Derek softly.

"I love you too," mumbled Spencer, breathing heavily. If things would continue like this then he would have to take sick leave from work, because he would not be able to sit or walk properly for a month.


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