Gender-fluid Spencer has just proved too much fun. Think it's time I moved them to their own story? Here's another little clip. "Courtship"

"Well what's going on here?" Derek Morgan asked as he walked alongside Spencer into the bullpen. The two of them were just returning from their lunch break. With no current case and just paperwork to deal with, they'd gone out to a nearby deli to grab their lunch, something the two friends liked to do on occasion. It was one of those random moments where they left behind the others on the team and just kind of hung out a little, the two of them. Derek jokingly called it the time where he got to check in on his adoptive baby brother and make sure all was well in his world. Usually, Spencer just rolled his eyes at that.

It took only a second for Spencer to see what had caught Derek's attention. There was a small crowd of people standing around—Spencer's desk. What were they doing there? Curious, he quickened his steps a little.

As soon as they got close and the people saw them coming, the small crowd parted enough for Spencer to see what it was that had caught their attention. There on Spencer's desk sat an absolutely gorgeous bouquet of flowers. Mixed flowers, of all types and colors, in a wooden rectangular vase colored in dark mahogany that Spencer could already tell would fit in perfectly with the other bits of furniture and such in his living room. The person who'd picked this had obviously put some kind of thought into it. Not that there was any doubt in Spencer's mind who had done this. Only one person would be sending him flowers.

"Would you look at that." Derek said, startling Spencer and reminding him that his friend was by his side. "Someone's sent you flowers, Reid. Have you got yourself a special someone and you haven't even told me?"

Spencer blushed at that, but he didn't deny it. His lips were curving into a smile even through his embarrassment as he walked right up to his desk and looked down at the beautiful bouquet. Flowers. Remy had sent him flowers. That thought left Spencer ridiculously pleased. So much so that he didn't even get upset when he heard someone ask "Isn't the guy supposed to send the girl flowers, not the other way around?" All he did in response to that was blush even deeper.

Bless his friends; Emily stepped up towards him then, gesturing with her hands towards the others. "All right, everyone, back off. Show's over here."

"She's right." Derek backed her up, his presence just a little more intimidating to those that wanted to stick around. "Let the man appreciate his flowers in peace." While Derek would undoubtedly tease Spencer over this, there was no way he was going to let anyone else.

Everyone started to clear away then, leaving just Spencer, Derek and Emily. How it was that Penelope wasn't out here yet, Spencer didn't know. She'd make her way out soon enough. Of that he had no doubt. There was no way she'd be able to resist. For now, he didn't worry about it, focusing on the flowers and the small card that hung from them. Picking it up, he slid it from the envelope and quickly read the scrawling script there. The weekend cannot come soon enough. Counting the hours until I see you again – Remy. It was short, slightly cheesy, and yet it was the sweetest thing Spencer had ever gotten. This had been the very last thing he'd expected! He and Remy had been on three dates now—four, if you counted that first night at the club—and Spencer found himself falling just a little harder each time they got together. They'd gone out to eat, out to the theater, even out on an afternoon date through the Smithsonian, and through all of that, Remy had been surprisingly gentlemanly. When Spencer had shyly commented on the fact that Remy hadn't pressed for more than a few kisses, which most men would've definitely been pressing for more by now, Remy had smiled and kissed him until he could barely think before breaking away and telling him "I'm lookin' fo' more dan a quick roll in de hay, Spencer. Someone like y', it's worth taking y'r time and doing it proper. Y' deserve it."

How was he expected to resist something like that? So, Spencer was letting him do it 'proper'. He was being courted and it was the most amazing feeling.

When Remy had told him that he had to go back to New York for a bit, he hadn't given Spencer time to be disappointed but had quickly made a date for the coming weekend, insisting that it was worth the train ride out here and back. He wouldn't tell Spencer what he had planned, just promised that it would be fun. Oddly enough, Spencer found he trusted him.

These flowers, though, they were a touch he hadn't expected. Nor had he expected just how much he'd enjoy them. Traditionally, he knew that this was one of those things that, as a man, he shouldn't like so much. He didn't care. Sitting down at his desk, he gave in to the urge and buried his face in the flowers, drawing in the delicious scent that came from them.

"Those are so beautiful, Reid." Emily told him. She bumped her hip against him, a silent show of support that had Spencer smiling up at her.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Derek teased him, moving to sit on the edge of Spencer's desk.

Spencer was abruptly glad that he'd pocketed the card. He wasn't quite ready to tell anyone about Remy. At least, anyone but Emily. Hopefully he could pass it off to Derek as their usual teasing and not clue the man in that he truly didn't want him to know. "Like I'd tell you. You'll tease me bad enough as it is." Spencer joked.

"Reid! I'm offended you think that!"

The snickers from both Spencer and Emily told Derek just how unbelievable his offended tone was. The older man broke into a grin and shook his head. "Fine, be that way. Keep your secret, for now. But don't think I won't find out." He turned his attention back to the bouquet and his smile softened just a little in a way that let Spencer know that his friend was honestly happy for him. "Whoever sent it picked a cheerful one. It's bright and colorful."

Fingering one of the tulips, Emily asked "Don't these all have meaning?"

Spencer ignored the low groan from Derek and immediately launched into what he knew of some of the flower meanings. "They do. The pink hydrangeas have many different meanings, but most people believe they mean 'you are the beat of my heart'. The peach roses are appreciation and thanks, while the pink are love and gratitude, generally. The orange Asiatic lilies are often associated with passion. Purple stock is symbolic of bonds of affection and lasting beauty."

"So whoever sent this is telling you that you're beautiful and they're in love with you?" Derek asked teasingly.

If Spencer blushed any harder, his cheeks were going to burn. He ducked his head down and ignored the laughter around him. None of it was enough to wipe away his smile, though. It stayed there through all of Derek's teasing, through even a few joking remarks from Emily—who knew far more here than Derek did. Nothing they said could wipe it away, nor could Derek convince Spencer to tell him just who they were from. Eventually the other two went back to their desks to go back to work and Spencer was left as close to alone as he could be in the bullpen. Tipping his head just a little, letting his hair curtain his face, he let himself just admire the flowers for a moment, enjoying the warm feeling it put in his heart. He'd never been courted like this before. Never been treated and spoiled. Who cared what others had to say? Let them tease.

Slipping his phone from his pocket, Spencer opened up his text messages and, after a small debate, sent off a quick one. Thank you for the flowers. They're absolutely gorgeous.

It didn't take long for the reply to come in. They reminded me of you. Glad you like them. - R

For the rest of the afternoon, Spencer found himself smiling every time he looked up and saw the flowers sitting there, bright and cheerful on his desk.