A/N: Rainy days and Mondays are good days to post :) Thanks to the wonderful reviewers on the last chapter. I hope you enjoy!
U is for Unannounced
"Just where do you think you're going?" Spencer asked as he used his body to anchor the other man to the bed.
"Um… kitchen."
"Think again."
"Bathroom?"
Spencer snorted. "I doubt it."
"Come on, Spencer. Enough is enough. I'll admit it sounded like fun at first, but I honestly think I'm getting dehydrated," Derek complained.
"I hardly think that you've lost that much fluid," he laughed.
"I'm workin' on it."
"Hmm," Spencer grinned. "That's not a bad idea."
"Baby, please. I don't think I can- Oh."
"Mmhmm."
"You're… really gonna try… to keep me in bed all weekend, aren't you?"
"Mmmmhmmmm."
"Damn," Derek groaned, trying to find the will to protest. "You're an evil man, Spencer Reid."
"That's Doctor Spencer Reid; and you, Agent Morgan, are on bed rest."
"How is it bed rest if I'm more tired now than I was before?"
"Are you questioning my methods?"
"You do know that you're not that kind of doctor, right?"
"Details," Spencer grinned. "Now just relax and let me take care of you. I promise this won't hurt a bit."
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"Are you expecting anyone?"
"Huh?"
"I could have sworn I heard knocking."
"I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard knocking, Pretty B-"
"Shh." Spencer covered Derek's mouth with his hand and sat frustratingly still. "That's weird. Clooney's barking. I'm going to go check it out."
"What? No! You can't just- He's a dog. They bark, Reid!"
Spencer was too busy tying the oversized robe to see the sheer exasperation on his lover's face. "He probably just wants to be let out. You stay put- doctor's orders."
"I'm kinda in a critical condition over here, so hurry up."
"You're a terrible patient," Spencer commented as he exited the room.
Spencer burst into the room less than a minute later, wide-eyed and panicking. "Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit…" he swore as he searched frantically for his clothes. Derek sat up immediately.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"Hotch."
"What?"
Spencer clutched an undershirt and one sock to his chest. "I went to let Clooney out, and Hotch is standing at the front door."
"Shit." Derek sprang from the bed while Spencer continued his search. "Did you open the door? Did he see you?"
"No. I just… Dammit, Derek. Where did you throw my underwear?"
"Alright, just calm down. Spencer? Spencer, look at me, baby. Calm. Down."
Spencer let out a long, shaky breath.
"That's it. Calm. He has no idea that you're here. He's probably just checking in to make sure that I'm good to come back to work." Derek quickly located a tee-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and got dressed. When he was done, he grasped Spencer's shoulders and urged him to sit down on the bed. "Now, you're going to sit here very quietly while I answer the door. Okay?"
"Okay," Spencer nodded. "Quiet is good. I can do quiet."
"Yes, you can," Derek affirmed with a barely suppressed smile. He held up one finger to his lips before turning and closing the bedroom door behind him.
"Morgan." Hotch nodded a greeting.
"Hotch."
They stood in the doorway in silence for several moments.
"May I come in?" Hotch eventually asked.
"Oh. Oh, yeah." Morgan stepped aside to let the unit chief enter his home. "Sorry about that, Hotch. I guess I'm a little out of it right now."
Stony, dark eyes flicked around the interior of the home. "Yes, well- how's the arm?" he asked suddenly.
"The arm? Good. It's fine, Hotch. It was just a graze. I still don't understand why I needed to take any time off."
"Call it a forced vacation. I apologize if this is a bad time, but there are a few forms that need your attention." He handed the stack over to Derek.
"A few?"
"You'll manage. I need everything signed, dated, and on my desk by 8 am Monday morning."
"It figures," Derek sighed. "Act like a hero and everybody wants your autograph."
Hotch actually cracked a smile at that. "Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Morgan."
"Alright. Thanks, Hotch."
The two men turned back toward the front door but found their path blocked by a patiently waiting Clooney.
"Hey, boy. Whatcha got there?" Derek asked. Clooney dropped the item in his mouth and trotted over to the closed bedroom door. Hotch and Morgan looked down at what he left behind.
"Hotch, I-"
"I had no idea you were a fan," Hotch spoke over him, and Derek had the crazy thought that a lesser man would have laughed by now.
"Um… Yeah."
Hotch cocked his head to read the writing printed on the back. " 'To boldly go…'," he broke off the sentence abruptly and stared straight ahead. "Okay. I'll see you on Monday," he said, and with a few quick steps, he showed himself out of the house.
After relocking the front door, Derek walked back to his bedroom and took a deep breath in preparation for the mini-meltdown that was about to ensue. He gave Clooney a mildly chastising look before opening the door.
"Well, the good news is I found your underwear..."