Hey guys, so you know how there is nice teachers and bad teachers? Well, my English as a second language failed me in the writting part of an essay. I swear I was going to behead him! Some people should just refrain to become teachers.
Anyways, here's chapter 24

Spencer was looking at Derek, searching for a way out.

Fact 1: He wasn't the kind parents like.

Fact 2: Well, they like him fine, as long as he wasn't dating their son.

Fact 3: Maybe if he re…

"Don't you dare recite the periodic table in your head."

Spencer looked at Derek, speechless.

"What?"

"I know what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

"Oh yeah." Came Spencer's sarcastic reply. "And what exactly is going on in my head?"

"You're scared my family won't like you. But they will."

"Derek..."

"Actually, they already like you."

"They can't like me. They don't even know me."

"That's true. But they know I love you. I think my mom is happy I'm finally settling down."

"Really? She doesn't think I'm not good enough for you."

"Listen to me, pretty boy. If someone in this relationship isn't good enough for the other, it's definitely me."

"What? No!"

"Yes. Look at you, baby. You're probably the most intelligent AND beautiful person I'll ever meet."

"'m not beautiful." Spencer mumbled.

"Yes, you are."

Spencer smiled shyly and hugged the black man. The teenager hid his head in Derek's neck. They stayed in silence for a moment; Derek letting the words sink in Spencer's head.

"So, are you going to come with me? Please baby!"

Spencer mumbled something, but Derek didn't hear.

"What was that?"

"Maybe."

"Thanks babe." Derek said, placing a chaste kiss on Spencer's lips.

"I didn't say yes." He said in a matter-o-fact tone.

"Maybes end up being yes and we'll see end up being no."

"What?"

"When you say "maybe" you always end up saying yes; but if you say "we'll see" it always end up being no. You've never notice it before?" The older man asked, smirking.

"Fine. I'll go." Spencer said with a pout.

Derek couldn't resist and started laughing. His laugh resonated in the bedroom, full of joy.

"You're being mean." Spencer said with the pout and the puppy eyes.

"I am not. But thank you, this means a lot for me." Derek said seriously.

"I know."

SRDM

Spencer sighed. He was standing in the middle of his apartment. He was moving out that same morning. He passed a hand through his hair. Things weren't going the way he had planned them.

Fact 4: He couldn't find his favourite book.

Fact 5: Well, he couldn't find the messenger bag in which his favourite book was.

Fact 6: He just had a call from the hospital. His mom hadn't taken well the announcement of him moving.

Fact 7: His mother's episodes were getting more violent and longer.

Spencer sighed once more. He knew he should be looking at mental institutions. It was the logical, the rational thing to do, but it broke his heart. It was his mother no matter what. She was the one that had read to him, the one that had been ecstatic when he told her about his crush and then his love for Derek.

He knew he would do it. It was just a question of time. In exactly 1 week, 6 day, 23 hours, 57 minutes and approximately 49 seconds, he would be old enough to do so.

It was the best thing to do after all. Right? Argh!

He was saved from his thoughts by the bell, the door one. He opened the door and found JJ and David on the other side. Both were in jeans and a T-shirt, which was a rare occasion for David. Derek was the next to arrive, rapidly followed by one bubbly redhead. Finally, a dark haired 6 year old burst through the door.

"Uncle Spencer! I heard we were painting!"

Spencer smiled at the little girl's energy.

"Yes we are. Hey Em!" He said, smiling at the young woman coming behind the kid.

"Hey Spencer. Aaron is coming, but Jack is having a shyness attack."

In the living room, Derek smirked. Ever since they had met the policeman, they had been hanging out together. Especially since him and Emily seemed glued to each other. The detective had proposed his help when he had heard about the move. Everybody had really been helpful, which was great because they were moving later than they had planned because of the Nathan incident. In addition, they had decided to do some painting or more like Penelope had decided they were doing so.

"You're ready to leave this apartment, Spence?" JJ asked.

"Yes. We can take everything out. It's mostly books, so it's not that heavy." Spencer said with a smile.

"Mostly books, huh?" Derek repeated with a smirk. "Not all of the boxes are books?"

"No. There's my coffee machine somewhere in there." Spencer replied in his matter-o-fact tone.

"Your coffee machine? Why?" Garcia wondered.

"Yeah, my coffee machine, because Derek's sucks. Anyway I'd say that about 50 of those boxes are books."

"50!" Emily exclaimed. "How many aren't books?"

Spencer blushed.

"Well, most of my things, including a good two-thirds of my books, are already at Derek's…well our place."

"How many boxes aren't books?" David asked, smiling.

"I'd say 5, 6 or maybe 7. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's 7 boxes."

Everyone started laughing as Aaron and Jack entered the apartment. The little boy shyly greeted everyone and went to stand next to Meghan.

A couple of hours later, Jack had finally come out of his shyness around the adults and was now offering big smiles to them. Spencer had to admit that he really liked him a little more. It wasn't the same as with Meghan, but it wasn't bad at all. As a matter of fact, he and Derek had been set as a possible babysitting option for when Aaron and Emily would go out.

SRDM

When the weekend ended, Spencer and Derek collapsed on the couch, exhausted. Clooney, nose covered in paint, jumped on the other couch, sitting and looking at the couple with interest. They were sitting really close, the teenager almost in his boyfriend's lap.

"I love them, but I'm glad this is over." The older man said.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Spencer agreed.

"Anyways, welcome babe." Derek declared with a bright smile.

"Thanks. I'm glad to be home."

The two men stayed there, immobile for what seemed hours but only lasted mere minutes. Spencer sighed and turned his head toward Derek.

"Derek?"

"Yes, pretty boy?"

"I have something to ask you."

"What is it? Tell me."

Fact 8: If he was doing this, he would need Derek.

"I need your help."

"Are you in trouble?" The black man asked with a frown.

"No. The hospital called." The teenager whispered.

"Is your mother okay?"

"She's getting worse."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to place her. It's safer, better for her."

Derek pulled the teenager to his chest in a hug.

"I'm sorry, baby"

"Would you go with me?"

"To Vegas?"

"Yeah."

"Of course, pretty boy. We'll go whenever you want to go."

"I made some calls last night." Spencer said in a broken whisper.

"Yeah, what for?"

"Technically… Legally speaking, I'm emancipated."

"I remember. You told me about it a while ago."

"I thought I had to wait for my birthday to do it, but I don't have to. I can place her now."

"Do what you want to, Spencer."

"I know. Can we go down there next week?"

"Sure. Do you want me to book the airplane tickets?"

"You can do it tomorrow."

There was a small silence, but it was a comfortable one.

"Can we go to bed?"

The older man smiled and nodded. They prepared for the night and got in bed.

"Hold me?" Spencer asked, vulnerability obvious in his voice.

"Always." Derek answered, his heart tightening.

He put his arms around the younger man and held him close. Clooney jumped on the bed and laid down close to Spencer, as if feeling the teenager need for closeness. Derek couldn't stand to see him like this. He looked so small, so fragile and lost. The older man knew how much his mother meant to Spencer. He knew it had broken him to move Diana from their old house to that small one room residence apartment she lived in. Spencer didn't have a choice, though. Two years ago, she had stopped being able to take care of the house. But she could take care of herself. Spencer had placed his mom in a residence. Now, she was so sick that he was forced to do something he had avoided all those years. The seventeen years old had to place his mother in a mental institution. With no friends and no father, Spencer only had Diana in his life. But she was getting taken away and there wasn't a damn thing Derek could do about it.

Spencer sighed. At least, he wasn't alone anymore. He had Derek.

SRDM

Spencer and Derek were standing in McCarran International Airport, trying to catch a cab. Spencer stood there, lost in his thoughts. When Derek finally got hold of a cab, he slowly pushed the teenager in the car. It's also the older man who gave the hotel address and who checked them in. When they got to the room, Spencer sat on the bed, looking at the floor.

"Do you want to go now?" Derek asked.

"Yes." Spencer declared in a decided tone. "We're going."

Forty minutes later, they were standing in front of the residence. Derek took Spencer's hand and squeezed it.

"Thanks for doing this, Derek. I love you."

"I love you too. Ready?"

"Sure. I just hope she's having a good day."

SRDM

Diana Reid was having a good day. She was sitting on her bed, reading when Spencer opened the door.

"Tristan and Isolde again, mom!" Spencer said, making the woman lift her head.

"Spencer!" Diana said, getting up the bed.

"Hey mom!"

The teenager and his mom hugged.

"Look at you, sweetie. You look so grown up." She said, looking at her son. "How have you been?"

"Good and you."

"Depends on the day… you know."

That's when she saw Derek.

"Oh! Is that your boyfriend?"

"Yes. Mom, this is Derek Morgan. Derek, this is my mom, Diana Reid." He said, smiling nervously. After all, she did throw a fit when she had learned he was moving in with the black man.

"I'm pleased to meet you." She said, holding out her hand.

"Me to ma'am." He answered, shaking her hand.

"Do you love my son, Derek?"

"Mom!"

"Shhh, sweetie. So, Mr. Morgan?"

"I do."

"Great. You take care of my son while I'm in the hospital, okay?"

Both Derek and Spencer's face fell.

"Mom." He whispered.

"Oh, sweetie! It's okay." Diana said, hugging her son. "We both know it was coming around. I've been told I'm getting worse. I don't have a lot of good days even with the meds."

"But, I could…" Spencer started.

"No, you can't." Diana interrupted him. "You can't stay behind to care of me. It's not fair. You've been taking care of me long enough, Spencer."

"I… I just…" He sighed.

Sensing his boyfriend sadness, Derek took Spencer's hand in his, holding it in comfort. Diana smiled at the gesture. Yes, her son would be fine.

"So, when am I moving out?"

SRDM

Derek and Spencer were back home for a few days when Spencer's birthday finally arrived. Everything had gone as good as it could. Diana had one or two episodes and had refused to take her meds once or twice, but it wasn't anything unusual. She had adjusted well to the hospital, especially once she had seen the library. She had made Spencer promise to write her often and they had left. Derek could tell Spencer was still a little sad, but he was better than before.

October 8, the last day before Spencer's birthday. The next day, there was a party planned. The two men had invited Penelope, David, JJ, Emily, Aaron, Meghan and Jack for dinner. But for now, Derek was taking Spencer out…

"Derek, I don't know what to wear." The teenager whined.

"What do you mean?" Derek said, coming in the bedroom.

Spencer was standing in front of the closet, only wearing a pair of black pants.

"If you told me where we were going, I could know what to wear." He continued to whine.

"Wear something you are comfortable in." Derek replied, an amused smile on his face.

"I hate you, you know." Spencer declared with a pout.

"Love you too, babe." The older man chuckled.

Spencer sighed and took a look at Derek.

Fact 9: He was hot.

Fact 10: Derek was always hot no matter what he was wearing… or not wearing.

He wore a pair of dark blue jeans with a black dress shirt. Spencer sighed one last time and picked a light blue dress shirt.

"Ready?" Derek asked.

"Yes, as long as you keep your dog from getting dirt all over me."

Derek didn't answer. He just smiled. The couple got into Derek's car. Spencer sat in the front, looking around trying to figure where they were going.

"Did you find out, yet?" The black man asked.

"No, and it's bothering me." The genius admitted.

"We're almost there."

Ten minutes later, Derek parked in front of a restaurant.

"Seriously?" Spencer asked.

"What? Is it okay? You always say you love Indian food." Derek asked back, suddenly nervous about his choice.

"Derek, this is the best Indian restaurant in town. It takes weeks to have a table."

"So, you like it?"

"Like it? I love it." Spencer said with a bright smile.

And that smile alone said to Derek that he had made the right choice.

SRDM

Fact 11: The evening had been perfect.

Spencer didn't know how, but Derek had gotten a table apart from the others. They were alone and it had been so perfect and romantic. Spencer had never thought he was one for romance, but with Derek, it was great. After dinner, they had walked around downtown.

Fact 12: There was one thing missing to make this evening perfect.

Now, they were home. Spencer looked at the clock. It was past midnight. It was the 9th. Derek saw the light on the voice recorder. He told Spencer to go change while he checked the messages. When he got in the bedroom, he almost stopped breathing.

Spencer was kneeling on the bed. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing his creamy torso and his pants were opened. The sight went directly to Derek's dick. Spencer locked his eyes with the black man's. He could see that perfect combination of lust and love that made him feel so good. Spencer couldn't help himself but to get aroused. The teenager blushed bright red, making Derek smile.

The words Spencer said next would stay engraved in Derek's mind and body for the rest of his life.

"Derek Morgan, make love to me."

"Sex is an emotion in motion"
Mae West

So, what did you think? How about if I have a whole lot of reviews, I'll try to write between 500-1000 words more for the next chapter? I also want to hear any suggestions for a nickname. Spencer doesn't have one for Derek and that's just sad. So shoot. Let me hear/read your ideas.

Please, check out the link, it's a small one-shot that showed up uninvited in my head.
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Anne with a lot of love