Spencer woke up the following morning to an alarm going off. He hadn't set one the night before, so was definitely confused. He reached over and saw a note on top of the alarm clock. After turning off the alarm, he picked up the note, blinking a few times before he was able to read it.
I figured this would be better than a wake-up call a half hour ago. I hope you enjoyed sleeping in. Clooney's fed and he's been out, so you only need to worry about yourself this morning. I'll see you at work in a bit, and date night tonight is on me.
- Derek
He smiled to himself, folding the note and setting it down. He looked at the time and saw that he had just about an hour before he had to leave for work, which gave him time for a quick shower, a cup of coffee at home, and picking one up after getting off the train. He thought this was a fantastic plan and went about it. After getting dressed and drying his hair, he put in his contacts, before walking to the kitchen and making himself a cup of coffee. After checking the clock, he packed up his satchel and put on his jacket and scarf, before putting his bag on his shoulder. He gave Clooney a quick scratch behind the ears before walking out, locking the door behind him.
He'd stopped at his favorite coffee shop for a coffee and made it to work in record time. As the elevator doors opened, he stepped out, walking toward the glass doors leading to the bullpen.
Emily walked up to him, getting his attention. "Hey, Reid, um, Hotch wants to talk to you."
He groaned, making a face, pretty sure he knew why he wanted to talk to him alone.
She looked at him, concerned. "What's wrong?"
"He probably wants to talk to me about why I've been kind of weird lately."
"You are making a difference, you know. One person at a time."
He smirked slightly. "Thank you. You know, I've been thinking a lot lately about why I stayed after Gideon left, why I didn't take any of those other offers." He never told anybody on the team, but he'd been offered several positions over the last few years, many of which had much better hours and involved much less violence and danger. Some even involved the sciences, which would've been extremely interesting to pursue.
She gave a slight nod. "Nothing is accidental."
"And I realized, I don't know, there's just something… incredibly right about being here. With you guys."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that." She rested a hand on his back, leading him into the bullpen. "Otherwise, this would have been really awkward."
He raised an eyebrow, turning to face her. "What would've been really awkward?"
She kept leading him inside until they were outside the doors for the BAU room, where the blinds were down. He saw that none of his team members were at their desks and in their offices and wondered what could be going on.
She smiled to him as she stepped toward the door, opening it.
"Surprise!" Garcia called out. This was quickly followed by a 'happy birthday' from everybody on the team.
JJ was the first to walk up to him. "Happy Birthday!" she said, before wrapping her arms around him, patting his back. "Happy Birthday."
He smiled and rubbed her back. "Thank you, thank you."
He switched the hands for his coffee to take Hotch's hand, shaking it. "Happy late 30."
The next thing he knew, Rossi grabbed him by his cheeks, pulling him in and kissing him on each one. He smiled as he pulled back and hugged Garcia.
Derek clapped a hand against his shoulder. "Happy Birthday, old man." He hugged him, patting his back. "Happy Birthday. Almost 40 now."
"Oh?" Spencer said, turning to face him with a raised eyebrow.
Garcia held up the cake to him, with two purple candles and a birthday greeting written out in binary code. "Make a good one," she said, looking up at him.
He thought to himself, smiling, before blowing out the candles as the team cheered.
As they all sat down to enjoy their cake, Spencer eyed Emily, pointing his fork at her. "This is your doing."
"Excuse me?" she asked, setting her plate down.
He nodded, taking another bite. "This sure as hell wasn't Derek's doing, or it would've actually been done on or around my birthday. Considering he completely forgot, no matter how many not so subtle hints I dropped? It definitely wasn't him."
Everyone turned their attention to Derek, who put his hands up. "I forgot one thing. One thing over the past few years."
Spencer raised an eyebrow. "So… you can remember the anniversary of the day I first said 'I love you', and you can remember the anniversary of our first kiss, and you can remember the day I moved in with you, but you really couldn't remember my birthday?"
JJ eyed Derek. "You're the romantic type?"
He scoffed. "Yes, I am, if you'll believe it."
"What are they?" Garcia asked.
Derek looked at Spencer. "Do I have to?"
"Mhm," Spencer said, setting his fork down.
Derek groaned. "First date was January 16th. The first I love you was our first Valentines, along with the first kiss, and he moved in with me four years ago on June 10th."
Garcia aww'd, nudging JJ's arm. "Does Will remember that many anniversaries?"
She shook her head. "I wish."
Spencer looked around. "Shouldn't we be getting to the case files?"
Garcia shook her head, flicking his ear. "We actually have a break from the monotony and you want to go back to it? For shame, Spencer Reid. Enjoy the down time while we have it, because before long, there's going to be another pain in the ass case to solve."
He put his hands up defensively. "Nevermind."
After Derek helped him bring the presents down to the car, they walked back to the conference room and saw that everyone was busy in their own conversations. Derek saw this as an opportunity and smiled to himself, taking Spencer's hand and walking to his office.
"Derek, what are you doing? I can't just abandon my own birthday celebration… can I?"
"They're all talking to each other. Trust me, they won't even notice you're gone."
He licked his lips, thinking. "Fine, just… not too long, okay? I feel guilty that everyone took their morning to dote on me, and I don't want them to suddenly realize that I took off on them."
Derek smiled, nodding. "I can make this quick."
Spencer raised an eyebrow. "Make what quick?"
Derek walked into his office, closing the door behind him.
Spencer looked at him. "So are you going to tell me what's going on in your head, or-"
Derek put up a finger, locking his office door and pulling the shades down, verifying that he couldn't see out, and in turn, nobody could see in. He then walked over to the wall, standing next to his filing cabinet and pushing it in front of the door.
"Derek Morgan, what are you doing?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"I'm pretty sure Penelope Garcia knows how to pick a lock."
"…What does her ability to pick a lock have to do with anything?"
"Well," Derek started, stepping toward him, "I'm pretty sure I don't want her to walk in on this."
"Walk in on wha-" Spencer started, before Derek pulled him into a kiss, leaning him against the desk. Spencer put a hand behind him, bracing himself so he didn't fall back on the desk.
"Derek, what on earth?" Spencer asked, pulling back and looking up at him.
Derek smirked, leaning in and whispering in his ear. "Happy Birthday, Pretty Boy. Let's see if we can have our own celebration."
Spencer's eyes widened, his focus still on Derek's eyes. "Derek, I love you, but have you forgotten we just had a seminar on fraternization a few weeks ago? It took up an entire night, which was supposed to be our date night? Hotch is extremely lax with the rules with us, and I appreciate it, but I don't think copulating on your desk is something he can easily overlook." He eyed the desk. "Though it does seem extremely enticing." He raised an eyebrow. "And it definitely wouldn't be the weirdest place we've been together."
Derek smiled, sitting Spencer on the desk as he pulled off his scarf. "Would that be the park after dark… or the second floor of the library?"
Spencer blushed, shrugging off his jacket. "I um, I think that award goes to the backseat of your car while we were parked outside Rossi's mansion after the cooking lessons." He bit down on his lip as Derek nipped at his neck. "God damnit, what are you doing?"
"Giving you a reason to wear that scarf," he whispered, biting down on his neck and smirking.
Spencer tilted his head back, resisting the urge to moan. They may have been locked in the office with nobody able to look in, but that didn't make the place soundproof.
He laid back on the desk, pushing away anything that got in his way. He then wrapped his legs around Derek's, pulling him in.
"So, do you forgive me?" Derek whispered, before kissing at his neck again.
He nodded slightly, biting his lip. "Date night still on for tonight?"
He reached up, running a hand through Spencer's hair. "Anywhere you want, anything you want to do, my treat."
"Can we just… stay here?"
Derek smirked. "Oh, I like the sound of that, but as promised, date night's still on, unless there's a case-"
"Where I fully expect to be roommates."
Spencer had to admit, even though there was a lot on the line if they were caught, he was definitely enjoying spending some alone time with Derek at work. Nobody was looking for them, there wasn't a case to catch up on, and they were nearly caught up on their individual work. He wrapped an arm around Derek's neck, looking up at him.
"We should," he started, panting, "we should probably get back to the party, before anyone notices we're gone."
Derek nodded, kissing his forehead. "To be continued tonight?"
Spencer smiled slightly, sitting up on the desk. "You bet." Just like that, the frisky Spencer had disappeared, and regular, OCD Spencer took over, putting everything on the desk back in its place. Derek walked over, pushing the cabinet away from his door and opening the blinds. Luckily, nobody from the team had caught on and they were all still preoccupied at the party.
He unlocked the door and led Spencer back to the conference room.
Garcia looked over, raising an eyebrow. "Took you two long enough. Where did you park, Derek, back home?"
He smiled, taking a seat. "Sorry, Baby Girl."
She looked between the two, shaking her head and smirking. "So, 187, are you having a happy belated 30th?"
He looked around at the team and quickly eyed Derek with a nod. "If this is how we celebrate, feel free to forget 31."
Emily scoffed. "After forgetting 30 resulted in you considering ditching us? Not a chance. Especially considering we have a birthday coordinator now."
"Birthday coord-" he smiled, shaking his head. "Garcia?"
"You bet, Boy Wonder." She ruffled his hair, hugging him from behind. "Trust me when I say I'll never forget another birthday again."
He looked over at Derek, eyebrow raised, and the message was definitely received: Derek could forget a birthday if it meant he'd get date nights and office makeout sessions.
