Getting himself checked out of the hospital was far easier for Spencer than ever before. Not only did he have his own vote pushing it this time but the vote of his husband as well, who was a far smoother talker than Spencer. When it was apparent that the doctor planned on trying to keep Spencer overnight for observation, Remy had quickly stepped up and added his voice to Spencer's, assuring the doctor that Spencer would be well cared for at home. In no time flat, they had the paperwork signed for Spencer's release.

Because his shirt had been ruined in the fight, Spencer had to accept a shirt from the hospital staff. Remy helped him get it on and then pulled off his own trench to lay over Spencer's shoulders. "Dere y' go, cher. Now let's go stop off and see de others in de waiting room and den get y' home. Y' look like y'r heads pounding somet'ing fierce."

There was no point in denying it. Remy would easily be able to feel Spencer's pain. His usual 'I'm fine' never worked with Remy. There was something kind of nice about not having to hide things or downplay them, though. Spencer gave a little half-smile, trying to ignore the pounding in his temples. "Home sounds nice." Was all he said.

Remy slid his arm around Spencer's waist and pressed up against his good side. "Let's get y' home den."

Together, the two made their way to the waiting room. There was no way they'd be able to get out of here without stopping and checking in with the team first. They would all want to know that he was okay and he was technically still on the clock until his boss gave him leave to go home. He had to make sure that Aaron didn't need him to come in and do any paperwork or debrief on the night's events first. He also had to find out what kind of repercussions would come from his actions. He'd deliberately disobeyed his Unit Chief and Aaron was not going to be happy about that.

They reached the waiting room and all it took was one look at Aaron's face for Spencer to see that 'not happy' was a mild way of putting it. Great. Just great. Spencer tried to hold back the grimace that wanted to twist his features. He took a deep breath and made sure to put his shields up even stronger. Somehow he got them locked tight in just enough time. They were barely in the room before they were noticed and suddenly he was being converged on. Spencer held up his good hand to try and hold back any questions. "I'm fine guys." He hurried to reassure them before they could ask. "Really, I am. I'm just a little tender but it's nothing a little rest won't help."

"You're in a sling, Spence. That's not just 'fine'." JJ scolded him.

Absently he touched at his sling with his other hand. "Just for a few days so my shoulder has a chance to rest. The dislocation caused no other damage and was set back in within a reasonable amount of time."

"He'll be bien wit' a bit of rest and some TLC. I'll get him home and take care of him, don't y' worry" Remy reassured them all. He rubbed his hand over Spencer's hip and brought him in just a little bit closer. The gesture was meant to be soothing to the both of them.

Humor brightened Derek's face. He winked at the two and grinned broadly. "I just bet you will, Nurse Remy."

The sound of laughter filled the waiting room, growing more when Spencer's cheeks flamed red and the young genius grumbled a "Shut up, Morgan" to his friend. As the laughter died down, Aaron spoke up, pulling attention towards him. "I'd like a word before you go, Reid."

Just barely did Spencer keep from grimacing. He felt Remy give his hip a reassuring squeeze and then the man let go of him. Spencer pulled in a breath and stepped away from the group, following Aaron over to a corner of the waiting room where they could be a little more private. He knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation. That much was clear by the stern look Aaron gave him. Sure enough, as soon as they were away from everyone, his boss wasted no time in starting his lecture. "I know you're hurting, so I'm going to make this short, Reid." He started out in a low, even voice. "If you ever, ever, go against my orders and put yourself in danger like that again, I will pull you in for disciplinary action. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"While I understand the reasoning behind what you did, I cannot condone your actions. You put yourself and the victim at risk and you clearly ignored my order. I can't have someone in the field that is going to go their own way, Reid. Strauss isn't too happy with the way things happened, either. I downplayed it as much as I could but there was only so much I could do. She agreed to allow me to handle my own team, on the condition that you're on medical leave the next two weeks." At the look of protest that built on Spencer's face, Aaron shook his head. "Count yourself lucky, Reid. She could've made it longer, and she could've demanded it be unpaid leave. You're getting off easy here."

He knew it was true; he was lucky that he hadn't gotten in worse trouble. If Strauss was putting pressure on Aaron to deal with this than two weeks leave was definitely the best case scenario. Though Aaron didn't come right out and say it, Spencer knew his boss would've had to do some fast talking to convince the woman to back off enough to let him handle his team. This is your own fault, anyways. You did this knowing that you would get in trouble. You've no one to blame but yourself. Reminding himself of that helped him pushed down everything else and meet his Unit Chief's eyes with a steady gaze of his own. "Thank you, Sir. I appreciate it. And I apologize for causing you any undue trouble."

The hard look in Aaron's eyes softened just the slightest bit. The friend inside shone through for a moment. "Like I said, I understand why you did what you did, Reid. And…" He paused, debating for a second, before saying "I probably would've made the same decision if I were you. But it was still a reckless thing to do. If something happened to you, there are people here who would be hurt by it. I don't want to ever have to make that phone call to tell your husband I let something happen to you on the job."

Spencer's eyes drifted to where Remy still stood with the team, talking animatedly about something that had the group smiling. Despite his smile, his body was just faintly tense, his smile off by just the slightest bit. Part of that was probably because of where they were. But Spencer knew that the other part of it was concern for him. It was obvious in the way Remy's eyes kept drifting towards him and how his body was angled, almost as if he were ready to dart over if it became necessary.

A hand settled on Spencer's good shoulder. When he looked back over, Aaron was giving him a kind look. "Go home, Reid. Go rest. You've got the next two weeks off. If I were you, I'd make the best of them."

That was an order Spencer could easily follow. "Yes, Sir. Thank you."

Spencer and Remy didn't speak on the way home. They were content for the moment to hold hands in the quiet of the car and simply draw comfort from the presence of the other. It allowed Spencer's head a rest, which was wonderful, seeing as how it felt like little men with jackhammers were trying to break their way out of his skull, through his temples. Once they arrived home, the two stayed just as quiet as they got inside. By mutual agreement they headed straight back to the bedroom.

As was habit, the first thing Remy did was take his sunglasses and set them on the dresser. Then he took hold of his jacket, helping Spencer slide it off. Once that was draped on a bedpost, Remy helped him untie the hospital shirt and slide it off. Spencer was watching and he saw the flash in Remy's eyes when the shirt was gone and his injuries were fully visible. "He's in a jail cell, Remy." Spencer said quietly. He knew that protective look on Remy's face and he knew it was a good thing the man was locked away, far out of Remy's reach.

"He hurt y'." Remy lifted a hand, tracing it over a bruise on Spencer's stomach, not too dark or deep, but still a dark splotch on pale skin. "Can't help it, mon mari. Makes me wanna find de connard and mark him de way he's marked y'." His gaze lifted to Spencer's shoulder and this time he gave a wince in sympathy. The bruising there was definitely darkening already. "Dieu, y' got y'r shoulder bad, didn't y'?"

"It hit against a support beam when I was trying to block a blow." And oh, how that had hurt. He could clearly remember the pain that had ran through him like a white hot knife.

A sympathetic sound came from Remy and then the man was bending in, pressing soft lips against the darkest part of the bruise. He stepped close and Spencer hooked his good arm around his waist, bringing him in even closer. It allowed Spencer to tuck his head in against Remy's neck and just breathe for a moment. Never would he admit to anyone just how hard this night had been for him. How terrified he'd been when the Unsub had turned that gun his direction and he'd thought for just one minute that he wouldn't be able to move fast enough. He wouldn't tell anyone just how close things really had come tonight. But he would stand here now in the circle of Remy's arms and draw strength from him in a way he'd never been able to with anyone else before. He would hold on to the one person he'd been thinking of ever since he'd come out of that house and passed the Unsub off to other officers. Since then, all he had wanted was to be here, with Remy, just like this.

He didn't have to say any of it, though. Remy just seemed to understand. He cradled Spencer close to him with an embrace that was both strong and yet gentle. "I got y', mon mari. Y'r okay now. I got y'."

There, held in a place he felt safe, with a person he trusted with his very life, Spencer did something that was very hard for him to do. He asked for help. "I need a favor, Remy."

"What is it?"

"Don't let me leave the house tonight. No matter how I act or what I do, don't let me leave." In that question was a much deeper meaning that he prayed Remy would understand.

He did. Remy caught on instantly to Spencer's meaning. This wasn't just asking to keep him at home. It was asking to help keep him home where he wouldn't be able to give in to the addict that lived inside of him, who was whispering to him that one hit would take away all the pain. It helps that voice whispered, sounding so much like Tobias that it made Spencer shiver. In response, Remy held him just a little closer. "I won't let y' outta m' sight." He promised quietly. A kiss was pressed against Spencer's hair. "C'mon, cher. Let's get y' in de tub and clean y' up and den I'll rub some of dat cream on y'r bruises fo' y'. Just put y'rself in m' hands tonight, bébé. I'll take care of y'."

That was exactly what Spencer did. He turned himself over to Remy's caring hands and just let the man take care of him. Remy got him into the tub and climbed in with him, spooning their bodies together in the warmth of the bath. He even washed Spencer's hair for him, since Spencer only had one arm to work with. Spencer had never had someone wash his hair for him before and he almost melted down into the tub at how amazingly good it felt to have Remy's fingers massaging at his scalp. It felt like he wasn't just washing his hair, but washing away his headache as well.

From there, Remy got him out and into the bedroom where he helped him into a pair of lounge pants. Then he made good on the rest of his promise and he put some of that cream he kept for bruises. Afterwards, neither man was ready for bed, but neither were they up for much else. They settled for curling up on the couch and sticking on some music. Remy brought out a glass of wine for Spencer and a beer for himself. As soon as Remy sat down, Spencer reached out to pull him in close. It wasn't uncommon for one to curl against the other in the corner of the couch. Before he could lie back, though, Remy stopped and said "Wait a sec, cher." He quickly grabbed one of the couch pillows and put it on Spencer's lap, resting against the armrest. Then he laid himself back on it. It let him lay on Spencer's lap, a common enough position for them, but it propped his head up so he wasn't pressing on bruises and he could still drink his beer. Also, it let the arm that was in the sling rest on Remy's chest, easing some of the pressure on it.

Spencer looked down at the face below him and felt his lips start to curve. After taking a sip, he set his wine glass on the end table beside him and then brought his hand to Remy's hair. He loved to run his fingers through the silky locks. How many times had they sat together like this in the past five months? Remy loved having his hair played with almost as much, if not more, than Spencer loved to do it. Spencer had noticed that Remy had been letting his hair grow, too. When he'd first met him, Remy's hair had come almost to his shoulders. Remy had told him that it had been cut short when he was healing so that it would be easier for him to care for. But he hadn't cut it since then and it now hung a few inches below his shoulders. It was a good look for him. Then again, the man looks good no matter what, which is completely unfair. The thought made him chuckle softly.

"What's got y' smiling like dat?" Shamelessly, Remy arched his head up into Spencer's touch.

Seeing that gesture had Spencer chuckling again. He scraped his nails over Remy's scalp and caught a faint hint of that purr he loved so much to hear. "I still say you have to be part cat, Remy."

Remy wrinkled his nose and gave him a small scowl before closing his eyes and settling back more comfortably on the pillow. "Y' hush. How many times I gotta tell y', I aint no cat."

"That argument would become more effective if you weren't purring, honey."

One of Remy's eyes cracked open to peek at him before the man gave in and chuckled. He let his eyes slip closed once more and took a pull off his beer. "So, now dat we're all nice and snuggled in, what'd Aaron have to say to y' at de hospital? Y' sure didn't look too happy wit' it."

He'd known that eventually Remy was going to ask him about that. The man had good timing with it, too. They were both relaxed enough that the conversation would be easier. Spencer kept carding his fingers through Remy's hair, watching the way the light shone on the silky locks, focusing on that and the warmth of Remy's emotions to help him keep this peaceful feeling while he gave Remy a quick summary of what Aaron had said. When he was done, Remy stayed quiet for a little bit and Spencer was content with that.

They were both still and quiet long enough that Spencer thought maybe Remy had fallen asleep in his lap. It wouldn't be the first time. But then Remy spoke in a soft, slightly hesitant voice, and what he said was the very last thing that Spencer had expected to hear. "Y' know, we're coming up on our five month anniversary next week. If y've got two weeks off, why don't we take advantage of it and take a trip? We can…we can go and visit y'r frère. I know y' been missing Scotty somet'ing fierce."

Surprise had Spencer's hand freezing in Remy's hair. He looked down at his husband's face, unable to find his words at first. Remy's eyes were still closed but his face had gone slightly tight and his emotions were no longer warm and easy. Tension ran through his whole body. That right there prompted Spencer's answer without him even having to think about it. "I told you, we don't have to do this until you're ready, Remy."

"I aint ever gonna be ready, Spencer." Remy opened his eyes and looked right up at Spencer with all his nerves written right there in the open for anyone to see. "If y' let me, I'll probably hide away here fo'ever. And dat aint fair to y' and it aint fair to y'r family. Plus, de longer we put dis off, de more upset Scotty's gonna be. It's already been almost five months." He lifted his free hand and laid it over the hand that rested on his chest. "I've been t'inking about dis fo' a while now. I can do dis, mon mari. I promise."

Spencer twisted his hand a little so theirs sat palm to palm. He wanted to question Remy, to make sure that he really was ready for something like this. But the look Remy was giving him said just how serious he was about this. Drawing in a deep breath, Spencer sighed it out. "Okay." He carefully squeezed the hand that he held. "Okay. We'll go and visit, then. I usually stay at Scott's condo when I come in, but we can get a hotel room if you'd prefer."

Something crossed Remy's face and the young Cajun bit his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth. His eyes dropped down to look at their joined hands. All of a sudden Remy looked just as shy and hesitant as he had back at the beginning. The confidence that he'd been slowly gaining was nowhere in sight right now. "Would y' mind staying at a hotel? I just, I t'ink it'd be smarter, y' know…just in case. I mean, dere aint no telling how Cyke's gonna react to dis. He's already gonna be upset wit' Remy fo' all dis. Staying at his place might not be de best idea, non?"

The slip into third-person speech said clearer than anything else just how worried about this Remy was. He hadn't used third-person speech for the past three months, except for a short bit on the night of the Massacre anniversary. Otherwise, he'd kept up the first person speech. To hear him revert back now had Spencer aching inside. He wanted to wrap his arms around Remy and cradle him close and reassure him that everything was going to be okay. Only, he couldn't hold him with both arms right now, and he couldn't make that kind of promise either. He didn't know how everything was going to go. Spencer had to settle for doing the only thing he could do. He bent down, wincing only slightly at the pull on his bruises, and he smoothed Remy's bangs back from his forehead so he could press a kiss there. "We can get a hotel." He promised softly. "But I want you to know right now that Scott's reaction to this is his own business. If he's bothered by this, by us, then it's his problem. I'm not letting you go, Remy. Not for anyone."

Remy murmured something so soft that Spencer couldn't hear it and he turned his face in to press against Spencer's bare stomach. Spencer felt the tumult of his emotions and knew that he needed to give him a second to gather his composure. Eventually, Remy's emotions evened out once more and he drew in a deep, steadying breath. Only then did he look back up at Spencer. His expression was calmer and more in control, less like he was going to break. "How soon y' wanna leave?"

Now that the decision had been made, they needed to get it done and over with .The longer the waited the harder it was going to be and the more stressed they'd both get. "We can look online later for a hotel and maybe be out of here in the morning time." The sooner the better. The easy nod from Remy told Spencer that he must've been thinking the same thing. The sooner they did this the better it would be for all parties. But for now, he didn't want to think any more on this. He just wanted to relax. With a small bit of concentration, he reached out to the stereo and tweaked at its electricity until the volume went up a few levels and Beethoven filled the air. Comfortable with one another, the two had no problem sitting quietly and finishing their drinks.

It didn't take long with Spencer stroking at Remy's hair once more before the man fell asleep. That had been exactly what Spencer had wanted, too. He waited a little longer, watching as the lines faded off Remy's face, as he gained that so-innocent look he got while sleeping. Once he was sure the man was fully asleep, he set his wine glass down once more and picked up the cordless off the end table. He dialed the familiar number before cradling the phone between his good shoulder and his ear. That allowed him to go back to playing with Remy's hair, keeping him calm and keeping Remy sleeping.

It only took two rings before Alex's voice came on the line. "Hey, pidge! How goes it?"

"It goes." Wasting no time, not wanting Remy to wake up and hear him, Spencer dove right in to what he wanted, his eyes locked on his husband's face the entire time. "Hey, Lex, are you doing anything the next few days? Rem and I could really use some backup, if you're free…"

Morning came all too quickly for the Reid household. When Spencer woke at his usual early time, it didn't surprise him to find that Remy was already awake. Not only awake, but drinking a cup of coffee and sitting at the table with a laptop, looking fresh from the shower. The minute Spencer came out of the hall and into the dining room, Remy looked up. A nervous smile tugged at his lips. "Bonjour, mon mari. How y' feeling dis morning?"

"Like I went a few rounds with the football team." The sarcastic response slid out before he could stop it. Grimacing, Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a second to take a deep breath. "Sorry."

Remy pushed up from his chair and came over to him. He brought one hand up to brush the bangs back from Spencer's face. "It's fine, cher. Y' always get a little snarky when y'r hurting. It doesn't bother me. Why don't y' have a seat and I'll bring y' over y'r coffee?"

"That would be heavenly."

While Remy prepared a cup of coffee for him, Spencer stiffly made his way to the table and slid into a chair. He curled his legs up with only a slight wince. Bruising and such always felt worse the second day around. With his good hand he adjusted his other arm inside the sling, trying to get it into a more comfortable position. After a bit he gave it up as a lost cause. It wasn't going to get any more comfortable. He hated that he had to use the damn thing at all, but his shoulder was extremely bruised and painful this morning and it left him no real choice. He'd tried to go through something as simple as using the restroom and brushing his teeth without the sling on and it had hurt far more than he wanted to admit to. So, grudgingly, he had the stupid sling on.

A coffee cup was set on the table in front of him and a kiss was dropped on the top of his head. "Y' take one of y'r ibuprofen yet?"

"I did." His first sip of coffee had Spencer sighing and closing his eyes. Remy made a wonderful cup of coffee. When Spencer opened his eyes, he found Remy sitting in front of the laptop again, smiling slightly at the obvious enjoyment on Spencer's face. The Cajun chuckled at him. "Y'r so easy, cher."

"Only for you."

That drew a real smile from Remy, lighting up his eyes in the way that Spencer loved to see. "Hush now, y' tease. Y'r in no shape fo' dat and y' know it."

A corner of Spencer's lips quirked up in an amused little half-grin. "I suppose you're right. I wouldn't really be able to do much, what with my shoulder and the other bruises. That'd make it a little difficult to move. You'd pretty much have to do all the work while I just lay there. I'd essentially be at your mercy."

The heat that leapt into Remy and the way his eyes flashed had Spencer smirking into his coffee cup. He'd known what reaction his words would get him. That had been the whole point. Tired and sore and slightly cranky though he may be, it wasn't hard for Spencer to profile Remy and figure out that not only had the man been up for a while, but that he'd been up stressing. If some flirting and such helped to ease him a little, it was well worth it. Not to mention that flirting with Remy was always fun. Pleased with the response he'd gotten, Spencer put on his most innocent look and tipped his head toward the laptop, completely changing the subject. "What're you up to there?"

Remy stared at him for a moment, the debate obvious on his face. Then he shook his head. "Like I said, y'r a damn tease." He grumbled playfully. "Anyways, I was looking online at hotels. Founds us a place, mais I didn't know how long y' wanted to stay, so I didn't know how long to book it fo'."

"A few days, I'd think. Time enough to get the important things dealt with and then a bit of time to visit as well. So, what do you think? Three, four days?"

"Four sounds like a good number, to be on de safe side." He started to move his finger over the mouse pad on the laptop, clicking on a few things here and there. At the same time, he asked "When did y' want to leave? Check in at dis place can be as early as ten and it's takes a few hours to get dere, depending on how y' wanna go."

Spencer took another drink off his coffee to give himself a second to think. He settled back in his chair, adjusting until he was as comfortable as he was going to get. That ache as he adjusted helped him to figure out his answer. "By car would probably be easiest. If we take the I-95 North, it's about a four hour drive. If we left within the next hour, we could arrive between noon and one pm. That is, if you don't mind driving."

A few more clicks and then Remy was leaning back and closing the laptop. He looked up at Spencer with a smile. "Non, I don't mind. Tu sais I like to drive. If we're gonna leave in de next hour, we'll need to get some t'ings packed. I can t'row together a bag or two fo' us."

"That's fine. While you take care of that, would you mind handing me my cell phone? I've got to make a quick call before we go. I need to give Scott a heads up that I'm coming so he can make sure his afternoon is free."

When Remy brought his phone over to him, Spencer tipped his face up in silent appeal and was rewarded with a heated kiss that curled his toes. He was breathing just a little heavier when they broke apart, causing Remy to smirk at him. "Dat's what y' get fo' teasing moi." Remy said with a wink. He quickly darted out of reach of the grab that Spencer made for him, laughing as he did. Spencer shook his head at him but he was smiling all the while. "Two can play that game, Remy." He warned him at the same time that he started to dial Scott's number. Putting the phone up to his ear, he lifted his eyebrows in a warning look. "Just you remember that."

"Bring it on. I told y' a'fore, I love a challenge."

Before Spencer got the chance to respond, the ringing stopped and Scott's voice was suddenly on the line. "About damn time you called me." His brother said in lieu of a normal greeting. "I've barely spoken to you lately. This better be more than just a quick minute call like the last one, Sherlock, or I swear I'm going to take a leaf out of Alex's book and come up there to beat you."

"I'm much prefer you refrained from that." Spencer said dryly. He rolled his eyes and took a drink off his coffee, watching over the top of his mug as Remy started to clean up his own cup at the sink. He couldn't help but stare a little. Remy was in lazy, around the house clothes, which meant he was in a long sleeved shirt and faded and torn jeans that fit him, well, perfectly. While he washed out his cup, it gave Spencer a perfect view of the man's backside and he had no qualms about sitting there and enjoying it.

On the phone, Scott scoffed lightly. "Well, quit avoiding me and we won't have that problem, now will we?" He threatened. With the bluntness he was known for with his brothers, he added "You've been avoiding me and keeping secrets for a while now, Sherlock, and I'm getting tired of being patient. What is going on with you? You're worrying me."

"Boy, you just jump right in, don't you? Not even a normal 'hi, how are you?' You just go straight to demanding. That's rather rude, you know."

"I never claimed to be the polite brother. Especially not when it comes to things that concern my family. And you're being evasive."

Humor quirked Spencer's lips. He tipped his head, watching as Remy bent to grab the trash can from the cupboard, most likely going to take the trash out so it wouldn't stay in the house the whole time they were gone. It had him bending and gave Spencer an even better view than before. He bit his lip for a second, holding in a little hum of appreciation. Remy must've felt the change in Spencer's emotions because he turned his head to look at him, smirking when he caught Spencer staring. The young genius didn't even bother to hide it. He just grinned. With a low chuckle, Remy turned back to the trash can, giving his hips a wiggle that had Spencer's grin growing wider.

A sound on the other end of the line reminded Spencer that his brother was still waiting for him to talk. "Oh! Sorry, Scotty. I got distracted." Those words earned him another laugh from Remy. Ignoring it, Spencer tried to pay attention to his phone call once more. "Actually, I wasn't intending on being evasive. What you're asking about is the whole reason I'm calling. I do want to talk to you about what's been going on. Do you think you'd be free this afternoon? I've got some time off from work and I thought I'd come visit. I should be there by close to one, so I was thinking we might be able to meet up at, say, two or three for a late lunch, early dinner. Would that work for you?"

He could clearly hear Scott's surprise in his reply. "You're coming out here? I mean, that's great, Spence. That's fantastic. I can make sure I have the afternoon free, no problem."

"Wonderful. When I get close, I'll text you the exact time to meet as well as the address. I'm not sure yet of the name of the hotel I'll be staying at…"

Remy turned to look at him and quietly called out "De Pearl."

Surprise lit Spencer's face. The Pearl? That was an extremely nice hotel. He cocked his head, his look questioning, and Remy just smirked. Spencer couldn't help but chuckle at him. "Okay, I stand corrected. Apparently we'll be at the Pearl. I'll text you our room number, then, and what time to be there, and I'll make sure to order some room service. This is a conversation that is probably best kept private, if you don't mind."

"We?" Scott latched on to that one word out of the whole conversation. "Who is 'we'? And why are you staying at a hotel and not the condo like normal?"

"We're staying at the hotel because we want to." Spencer set his cup down on the table and took one last, deep breath before committing himself to this. Now or never. "As for who the 'we' is, well, that's the reason I'm coming out. I have someone I'd like you to meet. I figured it was about time my husband met the rest of my family."

"You're what?" Scott demanded at the same time that Remy spun around, eyes wide, gaping at him.

Spencer just smiled at Remy and spoke over top of Scott. "I'll explain it all when we see you. As I said, I'll text you when we're there, Scotty. See you soon." And without giving Scott a chance to say anything else, Spencer hung up the phone. The instant the call was ended, he turned his phone off as well. That took care of one person; it left him with just one more to deal with. Remy was still standing there, staring in shock. "Y'…y' just…"

Humor quirked Spencer's lips. Carefully, he braced one hand on the table, bracing to straighten his body from the chair. Once he was on his feet he finished off the last of his cup and carried it over to the coffee pot. He set about making himself a second cup while he explained himself to Remy. "Trust me, it's better this way. If there are any people in the world that I know inside and out, it would be my brothers. Alex has a flash and burn temper that fades quickly, so with him it's best to tell him something to his face and then let him rage for a bit and then you're fine. But with Scott, Alex and I have learned that it's better to drop something on him and then give him his space." Spencer paused and took a testing sip of his coffee, nodding at the flavor. It wasn't as good as Remy could make—he had no idea what the man did to make a cup of coffee taste so good—but it was good enough. He held the cup with one hand and turned to rest his backside against the counter, allowing him to look at Remy's face. "By telling him that part now, I'm giving him all the way until our arrival to come to terms with the fact. Not to say that he'll be any more pleased when he meets with us. In fact, he'll have had more time to come up with countless questions. But he'll have processed it enough that he'll be more open to my answers. If I told him when we arrived and faced it all down right then, he'd ask me questions but his temper would be too high to truly hear the answers."

For one long moment Remy just continued to stare at him. Then he shook his head. "It's like I said back in de beginning. Y'r sneakier dan y' look, mon mari. Bless y'r heart fo' it."