Hello! I'm so happy to get so many reviews and alerts and all of that. Wow! Didn't realize this story would take off so much! :D Thank you all so much, I'll be trying to sit down and PM you on your reviews later. I like to respond to the people who take the time to review me *smiles* But, I had a question in a review and I want all of your opinions on it. I was asked if this will be all Spencer's POV or if there will be switching around. I thought I might include some Morgan POV and occasionally a POV from their friends as they watch over them, so we can see all sides. What would you prefer? I can write with mixed POV, though it would still probably end up a lot of Spencer, or I can write it all from Spencer's POV. Opinions?

Also, for those that read Time, I should be updating that late tonight, my time, or tomorrow morning :) Hopefully tonight, around the usual time frame I update lol :)

Now, back to Undercover! Please R&R!


On the plane ride to Pennsylvania, Morgan slept a little and Spencer pretended to sleep while discreetly watching people behind his lashes. Neither spoke about what they were about to do. They knew their parts and they knew what was expected of them. They also knew that the team would be arriving before they did and setting up with Johnson's team at the station. Their team was going to be watching them right from the get go and they would be safe. Though they couldn't put surveillance directly on the house, they would still be close, watching the house from a distance.

Once they stepped off the plane, their life as Spencer Allen and Derek Matthews was going to start. They had to leave Reid and Morgan behind.

Spencer heard the announcement that their descent was starting and it was time to put on seatbelts. Looking over, he saw Morgan sleeping against the window, his head on his bundled up coat. Stretching, Spencer glanced around the airplane once more. There were plenty of college age students here. What were the odds that any of them were going to Penn State? Those weren't odds he wanted to risk. He'd been thinking about that for most of the flight.

With an internal sigh, Spencer prepared himself to play his part. He needed to be Spencer Allen now, on the off chance that one of these other passengers might end up being a fellow student. They didn't need to mess this up before they even started it.

Leaning over, Spencer put himself close to his friend. "Derek, honey." He spoke in a voice that others might hear as he tried to wake him. "Come on, it's time to put our belts on. Come on."

He saw Morgan start to stir so he leaned in, lowering his voice so only Morgan heard it. "Wake up, Derek. Time to start acting."

Morgan's hand came up, resting on Spencer's knee so casually that it almost startled him. "I'm up, I'm up." The darker man grumbled. He shifted and blinked before yawning. A look from the stewardess had the two men putting their buckles on. Spencer turned toward Morgan again, dipping his head just enough that he could murmur to him without being heard and it would make them look a little more believable to anyone around them.

"The plane is full of college aged people. Center aisle, two rows ahead of us, is a young couple that has been perusing a Penn State pamphlet. They've looked over at us six different times in the past ten minutes."

"Mm." Morgan mumbled. He too turned his head, letting their cheeks brush together, not noticing or not commenting on the way it made Spencer's breath hitch for a single second. His lips were curved in a sleepy smile. "Good move. Apparently you're more awake than I've been." The hand on Spencer's knee shifted, rubbing lightly. "Sorry about that. Anything else interesting I missed?"

"Nothing."

As he settled back in his seat he tried to think how a normal couple would act in moments like this. All the other couples hadn't been shy about their sexual orientation or their relationships, so that meant that the Unsub went after openly homosexual people. This meant they had to act the part in public. Holding hands, touching, acting like a couple. No one had advised Spencer on how to do that.

They probably assumed you would know, seeing as how you've been dating Michael for a year.

But Michael didn't like going out socially. Whenever they did, it eventually ended in Spencer being accused of flirting with someone or something of the like. Michael also wasn't big on public displays of affection. He thought they were crass and vulgar and totally unnecessary. Hell, he wasn't big on private displays of affection either. So Spencer had no experience to draw off of for this. The idea of asking was embarrassing, but was embarrassment worth messing up their case? If they ruined this, another young couple could die before their lives had even really started.

When the plane landed, the two profilers rose from their seats just like everyone else. Together they moved into the aisle, squishing into the mass of people that were making their way out of the plane. It took control on Spencer's part to not flinch back from the other bodies touching his. He'd never been comfortable with touch in his life. Especially if it came from a stranger. The only person who he could remember touching him gently as a child was his mother. His father had avoided touching him, really.

A hand was suddenly on the small of his back. He was shocked, but not by the touch. He was shocked by the fact that he didn't jump or flinch in any way. His brain instantly recognized that hand as belong to Morgan and he didn't shy away from it. Didn't try to discreetly move away as he usually did with people. Didn't flinch like he did when Michael touched him. Nothing. If anything, he leaned into it, seeking a small measure of comfort. The gesture wasn't meant as part of their cover, Spencer knew. His friend knew him well enough to know how bothered he would be in this crowd. Morgan had made this kind of silent gesture more than once to help Spencer get through a group of people.

They made their way off the plane and over toward the baggage claim. Spencer stopped there, watching for their bags to come around. The hand on his back shifted, wrapping around his side and toward his stomach before being joined by another. Then Morgan was against his back, resting his chin on Spencer's shoulder.

The small sound Spencer made would have been believable to anyone near them. No one would have guessed that his soft sound was the only reaction to the pain that suddenly flared to life from where Morgan touched his sore ribs or from his body pressing against Spencer's bruised backside. He chewed on his lip, trying to maintain his composure.

Morgan's voice was a soft whisper in his ear. "We're supposed to be playing a part, pretty boy. You've got to relax a little. All the couples were affectionate in public, remember? It'd look strange if we just stood side by side."

"I know." Spencer managed to get out. He was proud that his voice sounded normal. Turning his head just a little, he let his cheek brush against Morgan's like Morgan had done to him on the plane. It seemed a safe move. "I was just a little lost in thought and you startled me."

"Sounds typical."

The small teasing remark helped Spencer relax just a little. He tried to bring to mind couples he had seen in public before and the way they were with one another. Try to make this real, that was the goal. Try to look real. There was no knowing when they would encounter their Unsub, or someone who knew their Unsub. This had to look as real as possible.

He made himself lean back just a little in Morgan's arms despite the renewal of pain. One of his hands came up to rest overtop of Morgan's, which were laced loosely on his stomach. In his ear he heard Morgan's soft approval. "Much better, kid. Relax."

Relax. As if it was so easy. But Spencer had become a talented actor over the past year. He used those skills now to force a relaxation into his body that he really didn't feel. His lips curved in a smile he'd perfected. Slightly amused, totally relaxed, and absolutely false. Though no one ever saw that last part of it.

"There are our bags." Spencer said suddenly, pointing with his free hand. He went to move forward but Morgan kept a grip on him. Chuckling, Spencer tugged at his hands. "Derek." He scolded, barely remembering to use his friend's first name. "I need to get our bags before they go back around again."

"They'll come back." Morgan teased him. "I'm comfortable."

"You're a freak is what you are." Still chuckling, Spencer extracted himself in just enough time to snag their bags. The instant he had them, Morgan was taking both of them from him. Surprise had Spencer turning to look at him. "What're you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Grinning, Morgan winked at him and slung the bags over his shoulder. He wrapped his free arm around Spencer's waist and pulled him close. "Come on, let's go get a cab and check out our new place."

Spencer put his arm around Morgan's waist in return, trying not to think about how good it felt to walk together like this. It was so different from how he felt when he was with Michael. He pushed away that traitorous thought. "I can't wait to get settled in." He forced himself to say. Play your part, Spencer! "It's almost surreal, being here." Inside he smiled at his play on words.

The smile on Morgan's lips said he found it amusing too. "That it is. I hear college is one hell of an experience. This whole thing will be good for you. Might broaden your horizons a little."

A snicker slipped out. Hearing it, Morgan chuckled and squeezed his waist lightly. This time Spencer couldn't control the small flinch he gave. He might have stumbled if Morgan's grip hadn't shifted enough to hold him up. Spencer's brain scrambled trying to come up with an excuse. "Sorry." He said, trying to grin sheepishly. "I slept a little crooked on the plane and I'm a little sore."

The look in Morgan's eyes for one quick second said he wasn't buying the lie. But he too knew how to play a part. He smirked at Spencer and offered "I'll rub it out for you when we get home." Right as a couple of young women walked past. Their giggles could be heard as they walked away, growing a little louder at the instant blush in Spencer's cheeks.

A real laugh bubbled from Morgan. He didn't give Spencer a chance to say anything before setting off again toward the airport exit.


It was an hour and a half later before they finally arrived at their new home. Spencer had seen the pictures so he knew what to expect. It was a single story, two bedroom house, standard to many of the college rental homes nearby. This was mostly a college community; the same one all the other couples had vanished from. It wasn't a party community at all. This place was full of couples or even a family or two.

The house was white, uniform. Holding hands, Morgan and Spencer walked up to the front door. There Morgan pulled out his key, unlocking the door to their home for the next two and a half months. He gestured Spencer in, smirking at him while the younger man rolled his eyes. The pictures had given him a general layout, but he knew that a typical person wouldn't have memorized the layout images.

Immediately on entering he was in the living room. To his left was a wall that ran forward, stopping right before the dining room. On his right was a cozy living room, already furnished with comfortable looking furniture. A couch and a love seat, plus a stand with a flat screen TV. Nice. That would keep Morgan happy.

"It's quaint looking." Spencer commented as he stepped further in. He didn't pay any attention to the little details, like the area rug or the lamps. At least, not consciously. His brain was scanning the room like a profiler.

Behind him the door shut and then locked. Then Morgan was stepping up to him, following him straight ahead to the dining room and the kitchen, which branched off to the right. To their left was a hallway that led to the two bedrooms, one of which had been converted into an office, and the single bathroom. Now was the perfect time to follow Garcia's orders on how to search for the cameras. They could cover their searching by making it look like they were checking the house out.

While they wandered, they made comments on different features of the house, Morgan going on about structure and things like that. All the while they scanned for the little cameras that they weren't supposed to notice. When Spencer found the first one, just barely noticeable, he had to remind himself yet again to act casually. The only reason he knew it was a camera was because he'd seen the same one at every crime scene photo.

Their Unsub used regular household items to act as his cameras, made easier by these places being furnished when a couple moved in. The first camera Spencer found was a clock on the living room wall that was designed with the camera built into it. If the Unsub followed pattern, there'd be a similar clock on the dining room wall as well as a clock radio on the dresser across from the bed in the bedroom. The clocks were all styled the same at each crime, which meant that the man shopped a certain type. Garcia was supposed to be looking into where these styles were bought at.

While commenting on the color of the kitchen, which was actually a nice warm yellow color, Spencer gestured to the wall with his hand, turning away from the camera so that he could look at Morgan and gesture with his eyes. His partner understood and smiled at him.

"Let's tour the place later, sugar." The endearment seemed to slip easily from Morgan's lips. Still holding the bags, he walked up to Spencer. "It's late and we've been on that damn plane half the day. We should crash. Tomorrow we've got to go shopping and stock up on some food."

"I just need to call dad first and let him know we got here safely." Spencer smiled at his friend, amused at calling Aaron Hotchner dad, even in a joking context. "Why don't you put our stuff in the room? I'll be there shortly."

"Don't take too long, now." Then, to Spencer's total surprise, Morgan leaned in and pressed a quick, gentle kiss to his lips. When he walked away he was grinning. Spencer was surprised to find he was smiling too; a goofy little smile. He gave his head a shake and pulled out his cell, pressing one of the buttons for the preprogrammed number. While it rang he wandered to the patio door in the dining room, looking out at the slowly darkening sky.

"Hotchner."

"Hey, Dad." Spencer couldn't keep his smile from growing again. It was way too much fun to jokingly call Aaron dad like this. It just suited the man's role on the team way too well. "Just wanted to let you know we got here ok. I knew you'd worry if I didn't call and let you know."

"Good. You guys settling in ok?"

"Oh, yeah. You wouldn't believe it, Dad. Everything's just like we thought it would be." The words were common enough, but he knew Aaron would understand the meaning behind them.

"You found the cameras, then?"

"Yeah. No problems at all."

"Ok. Garcia says she'll work on trying to find a way to either access the cameras without alerting him, or at least find out where he's streaming them to. Hopefully we'll be able to trace him backwards from there. We'll have you call a computer technician to come and help set up your internet and computer in a few days. That person will be ours and will have a machine with them that will tell if there are microphones in the house or not."

Spencer rolled his neck, trying to let out some of the tension from the plane ride. He brought his free hand up to rub lightly at the knot there. "Sounds nice. I think we're just going to crash tonight. That plane ride knocked us out a little. We'll probably order in for a day or two. Once we're settled, we'll go shopping, stock the house with food. Maybe we'll take in a movie or something if we have the time. I've got to go drop off my papers at school so I can be ready to go."

"Sounds like a plan. Don't forget to check in with us each evening. And remember, we're all keeping an eye on things. We're watching your backs." Aaron reminded him.

Since Aaron couldn't see him, Spencer rolled his eyes. "Yes, Dad. I remember. I'll call you tomorrow, then."

"Ok. And, Reid?"

"Yeah?"

"Try not to enjoy calling me dad so much."

Humor lit his face. "Yes, dad." He laughed when the connection ended abruptly. His smile was still in place when he pocketed his phone and turned to leave the dining room. There were sounds coming from the bedroom that told him Morgan was busy putting their stuff away. He followed the sounds back to the bedroom.

Sure enough, Morgan stood in front of the dresser, putting away the last of the folded clothes. When he heard Spencer step up, he turned and gave him a smile. "Hey, pretty boy. How's your dad?"

"Oh, ornery as ever." Spencer quipped. Resolutely he avoided looking toward the bed. That was the last thing he wanted to think about. All of the other things they had to do, the touching and the close contact, those he could handle. Not comfortably, but he could handle them. It was the idea that they were going to have to sleep in the same bed, as well as fake doing other things, that Spencer was having a hard time reconciling. On the ride to the airport, he and Morgan had discussed this part, albeit briefly.

There was no two ways around it. They would have to fake having sex for the camera. This meant that it was going to have to look real. Having blankets over them made it a little easier, but still, they would need to be realistic. Especially if the Unsub did like he did with the others and peeked in the windows. Footprints underneath the windows at the victim homes suggested that someone had stood there, watching; there had also been footprints in well hidden areas that had views of the windows.

As if he could sense what his friend was thinking, Morgan's grin grew. He didn't seem to be embarrassed by any of this. He just took it all in stride with a shrug and a smile. What Spencer wouldn't give to be that easy going about this! Hell, about anything.

Suddenly uncomfortable, he rubbed at his neck again. "I think I'm going to go take a shower before bed." He blurted out. Thankful that Morgan was blocking the alarm clock camera that did, indeed, sit in on the dresser, Spencer worked to control the nerves that were filling him. What the hell had he been thinking? How on earth was he going to do this?

He pulled the mask back up over his face, shutting out the emotions he didn't want to be seen, and then he walked over and reached into the drawer that was open, grabbing a shirt and a pair of cotton pants. Then, for the sake of the camera, he made himself brush his lips over Morgan's before turning and leaving the room.

Once inside the bathroom, Spencer shut the door and leaned against it, his eyes sliding closed. Reality was really starting to sink in for him. He'd been forcing himself not to think of all the downfalls to this whole operation ever since it had been first brought up. But now that he was here there was no denying those downfalls anymore.

He was going to have to act loving with the person he really loved and who didn't love him back. He was going to have to touch and kiss and act comfortable with all of it while trying at the same time to not like it too much and give himself away.

The stumble at the airport had almost given away his other secret he had to keep. If Morgan caught sight of any of the bruises on him, he was going to flip. But how could he keep him from seeing them? Not only were they sleeping in the same bed, but they had to fake sex and that meant that some clothes had to come off. Maybe he could convince Morgan to have the lights off for that. That might work. At least long enough for the bruising to start to fade.

His one hand came up, pressing over his stomach just lightly. The bruised ribs were going to be another matter. As was the ache in his buttocks. Michael hadn't been gentle, not in the least. Unbidden his boyfriend's words floated back into his mind. 'You think you'll go off fucking whoever you want? I'll make sure you won't feel anything but me for weeks. See how well you can cheat on me then!'

The bruising, both inside and out, would definitely leave him feeling what his boyfriend had done. Not only inside, where he knew he would soon have another scar, but on the outside as well. His buttocks, his thighs. Handprints on his hips.

Tears threatened Spencer's eyes. He pushed them back and walked over to the shower. He was supposed to be getting cleaned up, not sitting here throwing a fit. Switching his brain to autopilot, he managed to get through his shower and get dried and dressed without too much pain. The sweats and the shirt effectively hid every mark on his body, which was what he had intended.

After brushing his teeth, Spencer knew he couldn't put off the inevitable. He used the shield that he'd learned while being with Michael and blocked off everything he could behind it. Time to be Spencer Allen, not Spencer Reid. No matter how much it cost him.

He strolled out, shutting off the light as he went, and headed to the bedroom. Morgan was standing at the bed, dressed in just a pair of plaid pajama pants that made him look altogether too mouthwatering. Spencer was thankful he'd perfected his shield so much; it was the only thing that kept him from actually drooling at the sight of Morgan's chest, his arms, those abs. Oh, man.

"Bout time you got back, pretty boy." Morgan teased lightly. He was pulling back the bedding, obviously getting things ready. Once he'd tossed it back, he came around the bed and smiled at Spencer. This time the younger man was prepared for the quick peck Morgan gave him. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth. Just hop on in, I'll shut the light off when I come in."

"M'kay." Spencer mumbled around his yawn. Suddenly he found himself more tired than he'd thought. While Morgan left, he did exactly as the older man had suggested. He climbed into the bed and automatically curled up, the same as he always did, making himself a small ball on his side of the bed. He hugged close to the edge, taking up minimal space.

He had no idea the image he presented when Morgan walked back in. The older profiler had to work to control his expression of surprise and sadness when he saw the way Spencer was laying. What on earth is going on with the kid? He thought to himself. Spencer had somehow squished his lanky frame into a tiny little ball that managed to take up just a sliver of the bed, right at the edge.

Everyone knew that Spencer had a boyfriend at home. Emily was the only one to have met him, which was surprising to the rest of them. They all wondered why Spencer kept him such a secret. Or was it that the boyfriend—Michael, wasn't it?—didn't want to meet them? Morgan had no idea. But he had suspicions about the man. There was something not right about the relationship Spencer had. The young agent had changed in the past year. Become quieter; more skittish. Almost like when he'd first joined the BAU.

Seeing Spencer lying this way, Morgan wondered if maybe things were worse in Spencer's relationship than he thought. Why on earth was Spencer laying that way? It seemed to be instinctive, too, because there wasn't tension in him. He actually looked like he was already asleep. That suggested that this was how he typically slept. That thought was painful.

Shutting off the light, Morgan made his way over to the bed, sliding underneath the covers. He reached out to Spencer, looping his arm around the kid and pulling him back. He felt Spencer startle and then go taunt before finally loosening up. The reaction made Morgan ache. What's happened to you, pretty boy? He thought to himself. What's happened to you? He wondered if maybe it was just being here, being stuck acting like a couple in this house. Everyone knew Spencer wasn't big on touching other people. That might be why he was so tense and jumpy here.

But he didn't even flinch when we talked about what we'd have to do. Even when we talked in the car, he didn't flinch about the idea of having to fake sex, but he did blush. But he just looked at me with that neutral expression he wears all the time anymore. I hate that look. When did he get so damn good at hiding things from us? From me?

Cuddled up to his best friend, Morgan tried to calm his brain down enough to go to sleep. One thing was certain, though. While he and Spencer had all this time together, Morgan was bound and determined to find out what exactly was going on with his best friend; the man he'd fallen for a long time ago.