So, I accidentally erased the chapter, and since I use the same word document for all the chapters and had already erased the entire chapter, I got frustrated and had to re-write it. So, there might be a more homicidal tone to all of this. And it will get put up later. UGH! I'm still pissed.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Prentiss, Morgan and Reid walked into the tattoo parlor. There went many people in there, but still enough to make them have to wait a few minutes. When someone finally did get to them, it was the girl Dominic had caught Emily staring at. She had a knowing smile when she asked;

"Anything I can do for you?"

"Um, is Dominic here? We have to talk to him about something." The female agent asked.

"Sorry, he's not to be in for another hour." The girl smiled. "I'm Alex by the way. Dom's already told us about you guys."

"Pleasure to meet you. Do you know his address or something? This is important." Spencer asked, knowing Dominic's employees would know his address.

"Of course. Let me just go write it down."

The girl left them, giving a small wink to Prentiss before she left.

"Why did she wink?" Spencer asked confused.

"I have no idea." His female team mate said quickly.

Both males looked over at her, but said nothing. Alex returned about two minutes later with a small slip of paper, which she handed immediately to Emily. It had her number on it. The brunette agent ripped the bottom portion off and shoved it into her pocket. Alex smiled.

"See ya around." The tattoo artist said, still smiling before going back to work.

Again the males looked at their co-worker.

"Let's get to Dominic's house."

XxXxXxXxX

They arrived at the address, which was a very good looking apartment complex. They went to the apartment number; none of them were surprised find a rainbow flag on the door. Morgan knocked. Within seconds they heard a;

"Coming!"

From the other side of the door. They all smiled as they imagined Dominic rushing around in a very Reid-like manor.

It surprised all of them however when the pale-ish, skinny, photographic memoried twenty four year old wasn't the one who opened the door. Instead, before them stood a tan, toned, shirtless male.

"Yes?" The male asked.

"Uh, I-is Dominic Lowell here?" Morgan asked confused.

"Yea," The male nodded.

He then turned around and shouted;

"Hey Nick, doors for you."

"Be right there!" The voice that in retrospect sounded much more like Dominic called.

"He'll be here soon." The toned male smiled a crooked smile.

They nodded, not exactly knowing what else to do. Thankfully it only took half a minute for their little business owner to start walking up a hall towards them. As soon as he saw them, his eyes got a little wider, and his pace got a little faster. He got to the door only seconds later.

"Um, maybe you should get dressed Theo." He smiled.

"Sure thing." The male addressed as Theo smiled.

Theo turned and went down the hall.

"Uh, m-maybe we should talk out here." Dominic said, taking a step outside the door.

He closed it behind him.

"Who's that?" Spencer asked before he could stop himself.

"Oh, um, th-that's my boyfriend Theodore."

XxXxXxXxXxX

Of course Dominic had agreed to let Reid stay at the parlor for observation. The two said nothing to each other; they were kind of in an odd position, one they had never been in before. So as soon as they got to the parlor, Dominic mumbled something along the lines of:

"I should go check how things went while I was gone."

And left. As spencer took a seat in the best spot to observe the entire room, he couldn't help but think of when he got that online diary. He couldn't believe Dominic had hacked in again, it made him mad. This got him to thinking about why he still had the account. The fact that he didn't trust technology aside, Dominic had hacked more them twenty times since he had gotten it, so he really should have deleted the account. Yet… he still had it, and he still wrote in it. Nothing was happening so he let his mind wander back to the day when he had gotten bullied into making one.

"Come on Pen, everyone should have a diary." A seventeen year old Dominic whined.

"I realize you may think this, but I am not making one, especially not one online." Nineteen year old Spencer scoffed not looking up from the bacon he was cooking.

"Come on, please?"

"I write to my mom almost every day. If you give me a notebook and pen I'll write one."

"So, that doesn't mean that you tell her what you're thinking. And I know you don't tell her about all the annoying things your boyfriend does."

"I told you, I'll tell her when she's having a good day."

"Oh, I let go on hopes of you telling her months ago. I'm just saying, you put into a diary or journal stuff that you can't tell anyone else. You need to stop keeping things inside before you go on a murderous rampage."

"I said I didn't want one Dominic. "He said with a little more strength than he had intended.

"Fine, whatever."

The hurt was clear in his tone. The elder male sighed sadly. He loved his boyfriend; he hated it when he was sad. He hated it when he was hurt, but he didn't want a diary, let alone one online, but… he knew he would get to see that bright smile he only got to see when his lover got what he wanted if he said yes. Before he exactly knew what he was saying, he WAS saying:

"Fine, but you'll have to walk me through it."

"Really?" The sparkle of happiness was back in those gorgeous eyes.

"Sure."

"I love you, I love you, I love you! " Dominic half sang, jumping on spencer to hug him.

He tuned back into the real world as Dominic past with a broom. A small smile was on his face, yet he looked down. He whispered only loud enough for Reid to barely hear:

"Derek Morgan, the beauty in a name is not so much in others as in with his."

Spencer sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I hate technology." He groaned.