A/N: Just gonna add one of these to say thanks for the favs and reviews! first proper story I have done, that's not a one shot... Just a small warning that things start to pick up heat at the end of this chapter! nothing full blown yet... That is coming in the next chapter... Don't say I didn't warn you! ;) things may get slightly confusing, any questions or comments, leave a review and I will PM you... Set the scene for a SLASH chapter!... ENJOY!
~CrimmyMindsTyper:)

Chapter Four

David Rossi flew down to the Car parking garage and caught up to one of his fellow agents who was standing waiting for him with his partner. "What's up Rossi?" Derek turned as he heard the man's shoes come to a halt mere metres away. "You!" He declared pointing at Spencer. Rossi's mood suddenly lightened. "I thought, I knew you when I saw you and Morgan standing together!"

Morgan looked blankly between the two men, confused.

"Yeah, David Rossi right?" A nod. "You teach my class!"

"You're the only one who can think of why being stabbed multiple times differs from being shot in the temple. You're good at profiling!"

"Wait, Spencer, you got to a profiling class?"

Spencer's reply was small as he felt stupid. "Yeah. You say how much of a good job it is, so i signed up for the FBI profiling classes, led by Agent Rossi." Gesturing with a limp wave to the older man.

"Derek. Spencer is really skilled at profiling, he's the only one in the class under 25 and he's the only one who knows what he is doing! I gave them all three scenario murders, the Linguin case, and he is the only one who managed to point out the men were killed directly, putting them out of the way, while the women were killed slowly. To his words..." The older man stopped as he realised the genius might have a better chance at what he said than himself.

"The women were stabbed multiple times, torturing them before their necks were broken days after they were taken. They were definite surrogates and the males and females had no other connection than being in the same place at the same time." Clearing his throat the young man took a few deep breaths before continuing. "The killer was too... Neat to be a man, the men were killed quickly and with little mess, the stab wounds were angled upwards showing the difference in height. The men were probably killed straight away so they couldn't over power her." As he finished Spencer dropped his head to try and loose Derek's firm stare.

"The kid figured that out in two days, no internet access. We as a team took a day and a half. He was on his own! Before you came in today I was going to head to the directors office to tell them about you."

"You want Spencer, to join the BAU?" Morgan's face lit up slightly with hope.

"Well, he is incredible and brains like his on our team wouldn't go a miss. And you are always saying you need back up when Hotch and I are in our offices." His gaze was drifting between the two men in front of him. "I'm going to go see if I can get you on our team!" Rossi said with a firm nod before turning and walking away.

Straight away, Morgan pulled Spencer in to a huge hug and pulled his head back far enough to plant a searing kiss on his lips. When they broke for air, Derek looked into Spencer's eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you were taking profiling lessons?"

"I, uh, I wanted to have something we could talk about, other than films or TV, Rossi things I'm a natural at telling when people have a guilty conscience, but I thought it was just because of being bullied at school."

"What's wrong? Is there something you're not telling me? I am a fully trained profiler, I know when there's something else." Spencer was trying to lose all eye contact but gave in easily.

"I'm not 22, yet, I'm 21 and 6 months, I won't be allowed in to the bureau, I told you I was 22 because I thought you'd like me more if I was older..." His voice trailed off as he looked and Morgan's chest.

"Pretty boy, I would have fallen for you if you were 21 or 31! Age doesn't matter to me, as long as you're over 20... And trust me, if Rossi wants you on the team, you'll end up on the team."

The two men stood there happily for another 10 minutes hugging and laughing. Before Morgan got called back up to work. "I'll see you later Spence."

"Yeah, what time do you think you'll be back?"

"Around 8 probably, how come? Normally I just ring you."

Then only reply he got was a small wave. "See you later!" he practically shouted over the engine on his old WV.

Back in the bullpen all the girls were at Morgan's desk waiting for him. With a large sigh Morgan slipped down in to his chair as Hotch and Rossi walked through, discussing Spencer. "Morgan? What's wrong?" The demanding voice from his supervisor made him answer almost instantly.

"Spencer... Spence is only 21! He told me he was older so that I wouldn't change how I thought about him! He thought I would change because he's 6 years younger than me, not 5." The whole team nodded their understanding as to why he felt the way he did.

"He's a genius, but maybe he didn't want to lose you, he seems quite shy and not as bold as you." JJ offered as a suggestion to the matter.

"I know, it's just how he thought I was gonna change 'cause of his age."

"He's a good kid, Morgan, you know that. He might have thought his achievements would have scared you off. He's 21 for god sake! He's done quite a lot with his life already." Rossi spoke words as true as his name Morgan could see the others agreed with him.

"Yeah." He said finally, sitting up more in his chair. "I'll just treat him the same, if I act different it will show he was right and that I would change."

The rest of the day went by quite slowly as Morgan completed all of his paper work and when the time came he rushed his good byes. All he wanted to do was see his pretty boy.

As soon as he stepped in to his apartment, Derek was pushed back against the door as a slim arm snaked round the back of his head and pulled him in to an electrifying kiss. The older man's tongue slipped out of his own lips, licking the plump bottom lip that was pressed against his. The lips easily parted and the dark skinned agent couldn't help but moan as the teeth of his boyfriend scratched his tongue and as his amazing muscle explored every where possible. The kiss was deep and passionate but at the same time demanding and forceful. Spencer pulled back to allow the two men to breath. In the three months they had been dating, this is as far as they had gone. Derek admitted he wanted to speed things up a little but didn't want to pressure he wonderful Spencer.

Looking down briefly Derek saw that Spencer was only dressed in a pair of his sweatpants. Tugging at the material that covered his boyfriends abdomen, Spencer pulled the navy blue form fitting top off and tossed it carelessly to the side. His long pale fingers dancing around the clear muscles as their lips reconnected.

Derek could feel the cold dancing fingers on his stomach start to lower, and then suddenly grab him through his dark jeans. A load moan escaped his lips as he felt the hand move slowly up and down the outline of his raging hard-on. Wrapping his arms around the thin frame, Morgan squeezed Spencer's ass and wondered why he never saw how perfect it was. How perfect He was. The two men's obvious members were centimeters away, fully clothed and they were moaning, low groans from their throats and chests in to the others mouth. To them, this moment was perfect.