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Completely Turned Me

DMSR

Spencer smirked when Derek let Clooney into the backseat of his Charger. "Oh. Looks like someone has a date soon."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Clooney, asshole, asshole, Clooney."

Spencer gaped at Derek before pinching his arm. "I was kidding." He squinted his eyes as he looked to the rearview mirror at Clooney, who was sniffing the air. "Actually, I was a little jealous," he admitted quietly.

Derek smiled out of the corner of his mouth and took Spencer's hand in his after backing out of the parking lot. "I think I like this whole 'spoiled' act of yours," he commented.

Spencer blushed and shook his head, narrowing his eyes at Derek. "Are you looking forward to this weekend?"

Derek groaned and closed his eyes for just a second. "I guess," he mumbled. "If we get back before then."

"Speaking of, what do you plan to do with Clooney? Shouldn't you have left him there?" Spencer shyly started tracing patterns on the back of Derek's hand.

"Naw," Derek said, checking on his son in the backseat. "He's going to my neighbor. She's the old woman who lives in the house next to me. She always offers but I don't want to take advantage of her."

Spencer nodded. "No worries. Our average case wait is about a week but I'm feeling quite motivated. I might even solve this one by myself." Spencer squeezed Derek's hand in his. "I really want to take you out. Not just to brag but to show you off. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

Derek's cheeks would have turned a bright red if he was a couple shades lighter. "Probably not."

A wide smile appeared on Spencer's face and he suddenly couldn't wait to get to Fort Meade and finish the case up.

DMSR

"Only some of us are heading out, the rest of the team is staying. His partner could show up at the station to kill him before committing suicide. If they can't kill together, he'd rather them be dead." Hotch finished strapping up his vest before pointing to Derek. "Come on. You and Prentiss are coming with me. Rossi, you, Reid and JJ stay here. You know what to do." He nodded at his team before trotting through the door.

Spencer gripped his pants to avoid telling Morgan to be safe or pecking him before he left. Derek's smile and ultra fast kissy face almost made Spencer roll on the floor but it served its purpose and made him feel a little less tense.

With an officer just behind the entrance doors and one near all of the other exits of the station, the agents warily watched and waited for any news that the unsub has been caught or sighted.

About thirty minutes later a huge commotion in the front entry way of the station alerted Spencer and JJ. Rossi was at the back checking on the stationed officers.

The two agents ran and found an officer at gun point with Walter Harrison's partner and cousin, Jonathan Harrison. Spencer -in his blue and green diamond sweater vest- ducked behind the door frame in a lithe manner that reminded JJ of a krait. "Put your gun down or we'll have to shoot," he yelled out the door.

After jumping, Jonathan shook his head and held the gun up higher. "No! You tell everyone to put their guns down and I'll let you live."

"We can't do that, Harrison," JJ cooed. "We won't hurt you or Walter. We just need you to put your gun down."

"So he's really here?!" The blonde man moved past the officer, his gun faltering a little. The officer took this as an opportunity and readied to fire.

"Tackle!" Spencer demanded, his shock causing him to reveal himself a little.

Jonathan's gun went off as the officer behind him tackled and Spencer yelled out as the bullet hit his arm.

JJ jumped to his side, taking off her jacket and pushing it to his arm. "How bad is it?" She asked, ignoring the officer apologizing for his stupidity as he dragged Harrison to the holding cells.

"Through and through, flesh wound," Spencer ground out. "Not as bad as my knee." He wiggled against the wall he had slid down and shook his head. "Always me. I'm so careless."

JJ laughed. "You messed up, everyone does."

He smiled at her and she helped him up before digging her phone out.

"Hey, we got him. Yeah, we're good. Spence just got himself shot. No, it's not serious. He says it's just a flesh wound. Yes, we called them already. Oh, hey, they're here. Okay. See you there."

Spencer sighed as JJ grabbed the unhurt arm and took him to the entrance where an ambulance was now sitting outside. "Ugh, hospital. Are they meeting us there?"

JJ nodded with a grin on her face. "Of course." She turned back to the officers. "Our boss will be coming- Hey, Rossi."

"Reid, you okay?" Rossi caught up with them and searched Spencer over. "What happened?"

"I jumped into the line of fire by accident. It's nothing serious." His cheeks burned red when Rossi let out a snigger. "Yes. Getting shot is hilarious."

"I'll stay here," Rossi said, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Wait for Hotch. You guys go to the hospital-" he cut himself off in laughter and turned around.

"Great. I'm happy to know my pain brings all of you such joy."

JJ rolled her eyes as the paramedics swung Spencer out of her arms. "GSW to the arm. It went through."

"Are you riding along?" One of them asked, helping Spencer into the back. She nodded and he held out his clean hand for her to take.

Derek tried to look cool and calm when he walked into the hospital room with his teammate behind him. After sewing Spencer up the doctor had put him in a double room just until he could pull the paperwork copies and give them to the agents.

JJ was standing by his bed, the brunette sitting cross legged on the edge. He groaned when Prentiss pushed past Derek and giggled. "The oh-so-clumsy Dr. Spencer Reid, everybody. Put your hands together."

Derek sighed in relief when he saw Spencer's pout. "You know, I'm kind of hurt to know that everyone finds my injuries as a source of laughter."

"Garcia didn't," Derek said, walking to Spencer's side and patting his arm. "She was all 'No! Please tell me my creamy cake is okay!'."

"Creamy cake? Is that my new nickname?" Reid wrinkled his nose and adjusted his arm.

"I think so. It suits you," Prentiss joked, patting his knee.

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes contemplatively. "It's awfully weird. What is a creamy cake?"

Derek stared at the heavens and placed his hand in Spencer's hair, ruffling it a bit. "Probably nothing, you know how she is."

Spencer smiled at him and nodded.

JJ grabbed his attention with a pat on his right shoulder, the uninjured arm. "Think you need a ride? You probably don't want to take the sub today."

"I can take care of it," Derek slipped in. "You've gotta get home so I can take him."

Spencer nodded slowly. "That sounds fine. Thank you, Morgan."

Prentiss threw her head back and patted Derek's back. "Sure, okay, like you don't have some 'honey' that needs tending to tonight."

Derek laughed and shook his head. "Nah, that honey's patiently waiting until this weekend."

Spencer quickly turned his head down -with the excuse of fixing his socks- and blushed.

"Ooh! I knew it. Is she someone serious?" JJ questioned, her pretty blue eyes shining with the need to gossip.

Derek grinned at her and lifted an eyebrow. "I'm hoping so. I'm really feelin' this one."

"So if it's serious enough, think we can meet this lady?" Prentiss practically squeaked when Derek nodded.

"Sure. I'll see how we go for a couple of months and if they're as serious as I am, I'll introduce all of you properly." He tucked his hands into his pockets and discreetly checked on his boy. Yep, still blushing.

"Garcia is going to flip," JJ said, pulling her phone out.

"Garcia already knows."

"She does? When did you tell her?" The two females in the room arched an eyebrow and settled their gaze on Spencer who had just spoken.

"I told her this morning. Don't worry, you're not the only one out of the loop. She doesn't know who it is either."

Spencer managed to bury his panic and smiled at Derek. "Finally a serious thing, huh?"

Derek nodded and ripped his gaze from Spencer to nod at Prentiss and JJ too. "So not even Reid knows?" Prentiss asked, folding her arms.

Spencer shook his head and tried to appear as innocent as possible. "No clue. He apparently didn't even tell his mom, she found out from his sister." Well it was true, why not stick that tidbit in there?

Derek laughed and the girls' heads switched from Spencer to Derek as if at a tennis match. "What's so funny, Derek?" JJ demanded, her eyes squinted jokingly.

"Nah, nothing. It's just you guys, that's all."

The doctor chose that moment to walk into the room and hand Spencer his file. "Alright, Dr. Reid. Everything is taken care of and I've signed off on the fax copies too. Have a good day, agents." He smiled and waved and was out the door as fast as he came.

"Awesome. A flight home and then we're good for the weekend."

JJ smiled at Prentiss and shook her head. "Yeah, but you know something worse will be waiting on Monday." They continued their conversation towards the door while Derek helped Spencer down from the bed.

"You good, Pretty Boy?"

Spencer nodded and checked before pecking Derek on the cheek. "I'm fine."

DMSR

"I didn't even know you owned jeans." Derek's eyes were on Spencer's ass as he finished putting on a plain purple t-shirt. They were in Spencer's bedroom, which smelled of old books and coffee, a strangely comforting environment. Derek tilted his head to get a better look at the jewel in front of him.

"Because I don't really like them. I prefer slacks or khakis and shirts. Ties are comfortable for me." He brushed his curls tame and purposely looped a few around his ears.

"And your sweater vests. Don't forget those." Derek sat on the edge of Spencer's full bed. He was dressed in a dark blue, small v-neck t-shirt and his usual pair of black jeans.

"Those too. Jeans are tight, uncomfortable-"

"But they make your ass look nice," Derek interrupted, making a gesture that encompassed the brunette's ass.

Spencer narrowed his eyes as he finished trimming his side burns. "I thought you were a breast man."

The bald man shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head to the other side. "Doesn't mean I can't recognize a good ass when I see one."

Spencer giggled before catching himself and shaking his head. "Of course not," he joked. "Because then what kind of man would you be?"

Derek licked his lips and nodded. "I wouldn't be. I have never met a man in this world who doesn't appreciate a nice ass every now and then. In fact, almost every man I know wants that to be the defining factor of his other." He smirked and shook his head. "I think at this rate, it might become my favorite part of my lover's body... Besides his lips."

Spencer blushed before grabbing his messenger bag and digging through it.

"I'm serious," Derek continued. "Not because he doesn't have any breasts, just because what he's got could do that to me." His voice lowered and Spencer's skin shook with the vibration's from it. "I mean, his lips already bent me, it would make total sense if his ass completely turned me off of women."

Spencer muffled a pleased moan and shook his head. He tucked his wallet into his back pocket and nodded towards Derek, dropping his bag on the floor. "Are you ready?"

Derek rolled his eyes and stood up. "As I'll ever be." He walked towards Spencer slowly and placed his hands on his hips. "Say, next time, when we stay in, think you can wear these in the house?" His lips trailed down Spencer's neck and the younger whimpered when he tugged on his cold lobe. The doctor's hands came up to Derek's shoulders and he pushed him away.

"Maybe, if we're out the door in five minutes."

Spencer had never seen Derek lace up his boots that fast.

Yey. Another chapter on the way. Good news: I'm already working on 13 :D