Spencer Reid sat in his current one bedroom apartment staring at the second set of Derek Morgan's house keys while sipping his coffee in his bedroom. He kept staring at them for the longest time wondering if this was at all a good idea. To be back in the arms of his lover seemed almost too good to be true; something Reid had to consider with the utmost attention. He blinked several times at the set and began to take a clinical look at his current situation.

He was thirty years old; soon to be thirty-one years of age in few months. He loved his job as well as the people he worked with; though lately he had been receiving calls and letters by Strauss and some key political and military figures in Washington in dire need of his talented mind. They offered him a higher salary, prestige and a bit of power which to any normal person would jump at the chance. However, all that glory seemed to pale in comparison to what he already had. Derek Morgan still loomed large in the estimation of his future.

What future? He wondered thoughtfully. Marriage? Maybe. A Family? Not likely. Hell, the older agent had not made known their 'real' relationship to his family. Reid could tell his mother, but that could have its own set of problems. He didn't know what to do. He felt he needed someone to give him an idea of what could happen and how to handle it. Sometimes, the young doctor felt as though he always had to think for himself, life decisions and all. Because, in all honesty, no one else did. Not his lackluster father, his poor mother, no one. He always had to look out for himself.

When Derek came to his rescue during the horrendous fire incident that changed his life; it was the first time in reality that someone had his best interests at heart. Anyone could have came to his to his aid that night. Well, anyone who might of had time for him. Garcia had Kevin, Hotch has his son, JJ had her family, Rossi had his own life, and Prentice had her set of troubles as well. Derek, who had his friends, a well-rounded family, work and a steady social life; had dropped everything to help him. It boggled Reid's mind often; how the older agent basically saved him. He saved him from homelessness, anxiety and loneliness; he saved him from another harsh scar from the world.

"So what should I do?" Reid said quietly to the phone, hoping he didn't have to repeat himself to Penelope, who was one the other side.

"Well, part of me wants you back with him and all the semi-security that entails." She said plainly as she re-braided her ponytails. "But another part of me wants you to make Derek grovel for you to come back."

"He did say he missed me and I miss him too. I just feel like this weight is just hanging around me. I-I mean I want to be with him but I need him to be alright with us...you know...for good. I don't want to fight with him anymore." He groused flipping an older published Stephan Hawking book with curbed enthusiasm. He slowly put the book down as soon as he became less interested with it.

"You two are always going to fight. Hopefully in the future it will be about cloth patterns and dirty clothes piling up. I want the domestic life for you Spence, you know, like mundane things being more interesting than murder cases or missing persons. I want Derek to be comfortable with you and with himself. I want you to have the good life Spencer. You more than deserve that." Garcia stated with feeling. Spencer wondered at that moment who or what had the audacity to bring someone like Penelope Garcia into his wayward life. She had been sort of a moderator in seeing the whole picture of their situation. The one person that Spencer Reid was truly thankful for.

"Thanks Garcia. I don't think I am worth that and a bag of chips, but thanks..." He smiled warmly.

"Of course!" She beamed as she finished painting her nails a vivid highlight blue.

"Well maybe I better call him, s-should I call him now with a response?" Reid said rather excitedly, knowing he wanted to be back with his lover sooner than later. He also blamed his mounting hormones who were walking in and not checking in at the gate.

"Well I think I need to talk to him first." She said softly.

"What do you mean?!" He said somewhat surprised.

"I want to tell him that I know about the two of you." She chimed as softly as canary at dawn. "I feel that if I let him that I know, he would have to believe that there is nothing to be worried about. You two are a couple. And relationships like yours are becoming more and more common. Hell, if you guys told the whole world today most people would shrug and move on. I mean really!"

Spencer opened his mouth then just as quickly shut it. She was right. No one really cared. I was all in their heads about people perceptions of them. People would get used to them, they would have too. Derek had mentioned to Garcia before that his neighbors had asked about Spencer all the time and missed seeing him. Complete strangers did not mind them. So why should Derek?

"You think that's a good idea?" Spencer wondered out loud.

"Yes! Definitely and it needs to happen now!" Penelope chimed, as she perked up from her bed and ran to her closet instantly searching for an outfit for the event.

"Well, um, you think..."

"How about tonight?" She stated quickly to the phone.

"Okay...?" Reid said hesitantly. Did she already plan this out?

"Good. All three of us are going to the bars and having some much needed fun tonight. We are starting the night at The Fuzzy Label on Hamilton and 8th Street. You better be there or else. See you around 8."

She stated with a smug smirk while holding up the perfect dress for the event then hung up the phone with an abrupt click. Spencer stared at the phone in amazement. Penelope Garcia played no games when trying to get things accomplished. He smiled at the fact that this was the first time he has been out with Derek in a while. He sighed happily and jumped out of his bed to get ready. Just as well, he grabbed his luggage and started putting things in them.

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At the Fuzzy Label Penelope Garcia was greeted with welcoming smiles and stares from men, and women alike. She walked in the slowly crowding bar dressed especially nice. Her long wavy blond locks wore nicely with her warm emerald dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She saw an adjacent mirror and flipped her hair once and adjusted her glasses, pleased with what she saw.

"Well, aren't you lovely tonight…" A tall, blond gentleman said silkily while holding his pint of beer. His stance wobbled a bit as he had been drinking for most of the night. He smelled as if he had been drinking most of his life.

"Why thank you." She said with a smile, still staring at the mirror.

"Hmm, are you busy? I am trying to get to know you." He said a bit stung that she would not look at him.

"I am waiting for someone…" She said politely.

"Please! I bet he's some loser who could never handle a woman like you." He jibed with smile.

"Oh believe me, no one can handle her. She's unstoppable." Derek said with a smile as he joined Penelope by the mirror, his strong hand massaging her shoulders as she smiled. He was dressed nicely as well. The man frowned.

"Are you ready to handle me Baby Girl?" Morgan said with a smile as he offered his hand to her.

"Always." She chimed. "Have fun!" She said to the blond man, who sat down and stared at the mirror to collect his thoughts.

"How are you?" Derek said as they proceeded to the dance floor.

"I am doing great now that you are here! How about you?" She laughed as she started dancing.

"I am very well girl, you know me." He said with a smile as they were being joined by more and more people by the second.

"Well aren't you in good spirits today." She said with a sly smile. "This doesn't have anything to do with Spencer Reid, does it?"

"W-well naw. Not really." He said quickly while rubbing his head. What is she talking about, he thought.

"It just that you two seemed distant for the longest time at work. Most of the team was a little worried about you guys." She said as she glanced around for the younger agent.

"We are doing fine trust me. We are getting along. We had a misunderstanding and we patched things up." Derek said with a shrug as his face reddened slightly.

"Oh really?" She said with a sly smile and raised eyebrow. "I am going to grab another drink, go watch our seats."

She approached the bartender and placed her order for a few drinks as she sat at the counter. She stared at Derek from the bar wondering how she was going to tell him that she knew about him and Spencer for the longest. Garcia was determined to help her two 'favorite people' as she would call them to getting the life she knows they deserved until someone caught her eye.

She saw a woman staring at Derek a few feet from their table. She donned lovely black hair, tanned skin and deep green eyes. She was wearing a Givenchy dress at a basic bar. Garcia stared then realized who she was. Olivia. It was the same girl who came between Reid and Morgan before. Derek would often mention the persistent phone calls, raunchy photos she would send to him daily; even trying to see him at work at one point.

She was very annoying to him and it seemed to bother Derek often. He never told Spencer about what she was doing. Maybe it was for a good reason. After all, Spencer did almost hurt her before.

"Can I help you?" Garcia said with a smile, doing her best to not chuck her rather expensive drink on Olivia's expensive dress. The brunette scoffed.

"No you can't." She said sternly.

"I just happened to notice your interest in my man." She said with a nod towards Derek who was searching for her in the crowd. Penelope's eyes were burning holes into Olivia's head.

"I'm sorry. I am sure he doesn't belong to you." She said without looking at Garcia as she got up.

"Excuse me?" She said angrily as Olivia walked towards Derek. She quickly followed.

"Hi Derek!" She said happily sitting next to Derek who was unpleasantly surprised.

"Olivia! What are doing here?" He said angrily as he glanced at Garcia who was not amused.

"Taking in the scene! It's been so long since I have seen you. Why don't you call me anymore?" She groused.

"I have been extremely busy. Look you should go." He said as she grabbed his arm and held him tightly.

"We are having fun though, DerBear." She laughed almost maniacally.

"DerBear?" Garcia said with a frown. Where is Spencer, she thought.

"It's my nickname for him. We were seeing each other for the longest time and then he ran off."

"No, I told you we were done."

"You don't mean that."

"What are you, delusional? We are no longer dating. It's over." Derek said as he shoved her away. She looked appalled but laughed.

"I don't think he wants you anymore." Garcia said cold sneer. "Come on, Derek. Let's dance."

He got up and Penelope grabbed his hand to dance. Olivia, who scowled angrily, followed them to the floor.

"You have got to be kidding me Derek. She isn't even your type." Olivia yelled.

"Says the woman no one wants." Garcia spat. Enraged, Olivia grabbed Derek's arm and pulled him towards her.

"Girl, you better let me go!" Morgan cried. She gripped him so tight he was so sure he was going to get bruises on his arm.

"Hey! Let go!" Garcia yelled. The crowd began cheering and hooting to what was fast becoming a tug-a-war over Derek. Garcia made a mental note to find out once and for all who this crazy bitch was.

"He's mine!" She cried angrily.

"Olivia stop!" The male agent yelled. He was so desperate to end this. All he wanted to do was have a good time with his friend but Olivia had been known to show up at the most inconvenient times of his life, even if he as well had fault in the matter. She was persistent and unafraid of anything, which always bothered him. Until someone caught his eye for which he stopped struggling. Garcia stopped tugging as well to see what Derek was looking at. The older male's jaw dropped slightly into a very handsome grin.

Standing near the entrance stood a well dressed and well-groomed Spencer Reid in a pair of fitted trouser pants and a pale tan shirt with a lovely casual vest. He looked impeccably handsome. Olivia's eyes widened in shock and anger. But she couldn't say one audible word as he descended from the stairs walking towards them. The crowd started whispering fervently; comments were about how handsome or pretty he was. There were a few people with their phones out wondering if he was a star of some sort.

None of that mattered to the young agent. He was focused on the man who had impeded his thoughts for months standing in the middle of the dance floor. The mood of the crowded bar changed as they watched to two men stare at each other.

"What took you so long?" Garcia said with narrowed eyes and a Cheshire cat like grin. Olivia was still staring at him.

"I wanted to look nice tonight." He beamed with confidence. Derek smiled at him with pride.

"You have gotten so damn handsome over the last few months." The older agent replied without an ounce of sarcasm or teasing. He genuinely missed his lover.

"Heheh. Thanks." Reid laughed quietly. He then took Derek's hand and took him away to another part of the dance floor away from Olivia who he barely glanced at.

The Bar's DJ must have noticed the change of mood and started playing some old school ballads in which the majority of the crowd had coupled up and started dancing as well. Garcia beamed at the men and looked back at Olivia who was shaking in anger.

"Why do you bother with men who aren't interested in you? You're a good looking girl. Derek is not interested clearly." Garcia asked of the brunette honestly. Olivia frowned at the blonde and took her phone out to text something and ran a frustrated hand through her hair.

"Because he was mine first." She said with tears in her eyes as she glared at the two men dancing happily. Derek was smiling and Spencer was laughing. Together at last, Morgan somehow forgot the audience that they had. He was with the young doctor once again; in his arms. He was on cloud nine.

"So, did you miss me?" The young doctor said with a charming smile. Morgan wondered how the hell he got so handsome.

"More than you know…" He said with a sly smile. "Your style is killing mine right now. Imma lil' embarrassed."

"You should be. I think this is the first time I had so many people looking at me for anything but being teased." Reid said honestly while tucking his hair behind his ear. Derek blushed slightly.

"You are becoming quite the swan Doctor." Morgan laughed softly. A couple of girls behind them giggled happily at the couple, commenting on how cute they were. Reid heard them and flushed slightly.

"And we are becoming quite popular here." He said shakily.

"But you know what? That's fine with me." Derek said finally.

"A-are you serious?" Reid said quickly.

"Yeah. I am in love with you. And no matter what I do or what I think I am; I am sure that's not going to change." The older agent admitted with feeling. He loved Spencer Reid, and simply put, started to care less and less about what people thought of them. Reid was happy with him. And that was all that mattered to him.

He grabbed Spencer's soft locks and met him in a sweet kiss. Half of the bar crowd cheered, others held a toasts, and Penelope indistinct face beamed and yelled "About time!" in front of entertained onlookers.

"Thanks Garcia!" Reid called out to her. He held the older agent for a warm hug. In consequence, received a greedy grab of his waist and lower from Derek.

"S-STOP DEREK!" He screeched.

"Sorry." Morgan laughed.

Penelope was happy that the two men were finally together. She slowly glanced around to towards the crowd looking for the woman who almost ruined her night. She saw her standing by the bar with mascara trails running on her face holding her phone standing by a man with dark hair and lovely blue eyes who was staring at the couple angrily. He was doing nothing to comfort the woman next to her. But he was busy concentrating on the star couple before him. He yelled something to Olivia who coward at his words then grabbed her arm harshly and dragged her out the club. Penelope frowned.

"Everything okay?" An out of breath Spencer Reid ran up to Garcia with a smile and two empty bar glasses.

"Yeah," she said hesitantly. Spencer smiled and ran back to the dance floor with Derek and the soused up crowd.

"This was a great night." The bartender said to Penelope happily as she collected money from the counter. "And it's all because of your friends there."

"Of course." She said with confidence still staring at the door Olivia left from. "And I will do anything to keep it that way."