Sorry about the late chapter guys but I got really sick and couldn't think. I even had to take a couple of days off from classes but I'm better now so here's an unnecessarily long chapter.

Also, I did not proofread so any mistakes or confusion, just send me as message or review or whatever and I'll fix it on up for ye.

Chapter 37

Spencer and I walk into his apartment together but as soon as he enters, he says, "Sit on the couch and don't touch anything."

He goes to the kitchen and rummages around a bit before heading to the back of the house.

"You're just going to leave me here?" I question.

"You're a grown man, Alex. I'm not babysitting you."

I have to bite my tongue before I spit something vile back at him and get kicked out. "Well…can I at least watch TV?" I pick up the remote and turn on the television. White noise fills the room.

Spencer snatches the remote from me and turns down the volume. "I don't have cable."

"Then why do you have a TV?" I growl and flop down on the couch.

"When I babysit Henry he likes to watch movies."

"Then can I watch a movie?"

Spencer gives a long drawn out exhale before turning on the DVD/Blu-ray player. He hands me the remote back and says, "You can touch the movies and nothing else."

I sneer at him as he leaves. I search through his movies and find a bunch of dorky collection of movies. The only one I recognize outta the bunch is Star Trek…one through six. I pop in the first movie and watch it. Fifteen minutes in, I find myself calling Neal.

"What's up babe?" He answers.

"Nothing. Bored outta my mind."

"What's wrong? Your date with Dr. Spencer Reid bombing already?"

"Man, you will not believe. He's been acting like an ass all evening. He left me in the living room watching Star Trek. I don't know what the fuck is going on."

"On Star Trek or with Dr. Reid?"

"Both." I answer honestly. "You're into this dorky stuff, right? Can you come over and keep me company until Derek comes back?"

"I think I can sneak off for a minute. Have some coffee waiting for me when I get there. I'm working late and need the pick-me-up."

"Uh," I look over my shoulder to the kitchen. The coffee maker is out in the open and everything is within hand reach so I figure I have a cup made before Spencer is able to come back down stairs and start his angry ranting again. "Yeah, sure. Just hurry up. I'm so bored."

"Alright handsome, I'm on my way."

I hang up and quietly tip-toe to the kitchen. I find the ground coffee and mug but the filters aren't in plain sight. I go through the drawers but find nothing. As much as Spencer loves coffee, I know he has to have some filters somewhere. I start searching the cabinets for the filters, which in retrospect was a bad idea. When I open the bottom cabinet, pots and pans fall out and clash on the floor.

I'm stunned. For a moment I just stare at the pots as if I could blink any moment and they would be gone and there was no noise that makes Spencer come tearing out of his bedroom like he does.

"What are you doing?" He yells.

"Uh…just making coffee."

"I told you to stay on the couch and not touch anything!" He continues to yell at me as he picks up the pots.

My phone goes off and Spencer glares at me as if I were a student interrupting his lecture. I ignore him and answer anyway. It's Neal.

"Hey, I'm on my way." He says. "I was gonna pick up some dinner on the way. Anything you want or does Dr. Reid have something planned for you?"

"Neal, I'm going to have to take a rain check on that. The beast has awoken and is baring his fangs."

That earned me another stinging glare from Spencer.

"Alright. I guess I'll eat Chinese takeout with the others. I'll stop by your place in the morning to take you to work."

"Okay. See ya then babe."

When I hang up, Spencer says, "If you're done flirting, could you please help me clean up the mess you made."

I roll my eyes, get on all four, and help him gather the dishes. I put the dishes on the counter and turn to go back to the living room.

"What are you doing?" Spencer asks.

"I'm gonna go finish this stupid Star Trek movie." I reply.

"You left the dishes on the counter. Did you find them on the counter?" He retorts a bit annoyed.

"No,"

"Then why are you putting them on the counter?"

I sigh and go back over to the counter and put the crap back in the cabinets. "There," I snarl. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic."

I move to pass him and go back to my dreary activity. I expect Spencer to go back to his room but he doesn't. He sits on the couch beside me.

"What're you doing?" I ask.

"I'm keeping an eye on you since you can't seem to stay where you're told."

That's what I get for wanting someone to keep me company.

Spencer watches Star Trek but I spend the next few minutes in a group text. Mainly with Neal and Blaine. I tell them about Spencer's attitude and how bored I am. Blaine asks me for Spencer's address and I, being the innocent soul that I am, give it to him. Then he texts me:

Im on my way

I suddenly realize why he asked for the address. I text back:

DO NOT COME HERE!

He doesn't text back after that. I assume he got the message though. I continue to text Neal and he makes me feel better about being stuck alone with the sourpuss.

"Who are you talking to?" Spencer asks.

"Nunya." I answer.

"Nunya?"

"Nunya business."

He chuckles sarcastically. "Fine, don't tell me. But if you even think about-" Spencer's rant is cut off by loud banging on the front door. We both flinch. Whoever it is, they're obviously trying to break the door down.

"Who is that?" Spencer asks me with a shiver in his voice.

"I-I don't…how am I supposed to know?" Oh, God, what if it's Jared.

The banging gets louder and Spencer scoots closer to me. "C-call someone. Call…call Derek."

Just as I move to call Derek, the voice on the other side of the door yells, "HEY, ALEX! GET OFF YOUR LIL' WHINY ASS AND OPEN THE DOOR! I GOT SOME COLD BREWSKIES OUT HERE AND THEY'RE GETTING WARMER BY THE SECOND!"

Somehow even Spencer recognizes Blaine's voice. He glares at me before hopping up and opening the door.

"Have you lost your mind?!" Spencer yells as soon as he opens the door. Blaine stands in the doorway, smiling like a haughty idiot, with two other guys and both of them are holding a six pack of beers in each hand. Blaine has a pack of beer in one hand and a paper bag in his other hand, which I assumed held more alcohol. Since both of his hands were full, I concluded that he was banging on the door with his foot, which probably explains why it was so loud. "You're going to get me kicked out of my apartment."

"You must be Spencer Reid." Blaine says ignoring everything Spencer just said.

"That's Dr. Spencer Reid." He immediately corrects.

"Doctor?" The mocking tone in Blaine's voice is evident. "Give me a break. How old are you? Did you find your degree in a Cracker Jack box or are they just handing that title out now-a-days?"

Spencer doesn't reply. I suppose standing up to douchebag isn't something he's good at, especially if the guy was a big as Blaine, so I do it for him, despite that he's been a total jerk to me all evening for some reason.

"Blaine, why are you such a arrogant asshat? Reid might be young but I bet he could outwit you, clown."

Blaine and the other guys all laugh. I suspect they're already drunk. "Aw, did I hit a sore spot?" He continued to condescend. "I'm sorry. Can we come in, Dr. Reid?"

"No," I answer before Spencer has the chance to open his mouth. "I told you not to come here."

"No you didn't. You gave me the address and then I told you I was on my way."

"And then I texted you not to come."

"Oh…I left right after I said that. My phone's still on the charger at home."

I feel like face-palming but I don't. "You big, dumb idiot. You can't just show up to some stranger's house and bang on the door like that."

"Oh, what's got your panties in a bunch?" He holds up his hands holding enough alcohol to render me catatonic. "I brought the liquor."

My vision automatically falls to Spencer. I expect him to go off on Blaine like Derek would but he doesn't. Either because he's still ashamed after being called out earlier or he really doesn't care. By the aloof look in his eyes, I suspect the latter.

"I-I told you I stopped drinking." I continue.

"Yeah right," Blaine and the guys slip in past us and all flop down on the couch. I open my mouth to dispute his rude entrance but then he tosses me a beer and says, "Put it on ESPN."

"No," I growl one last time. "Go away."

"Alex," Spencer takes the beer from my hand and sits in the chair across from the coffee table. "It's alright. I don't mind the company."

"W-what?!" I'm completely shocked. Spencer's been acting like my presence upsets him all night and now all of a sudden he's willing to let my friends come over, drink beer, and watch TV? "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," He pops open the Bud and takes a swallow. "But I don't have cable," He tells Blaine. "So we'll have to watch a movie."

"Whatcha got?"

Spencer looks at the TV with Star Trek still playing in the background of all the ruckus. "Well, there's Star Trek, Star Trek: Next Generation, Babylon 5, Star Wars episodes 1-6, uh, there's-"

"You know what," Blaine holds up a hand and stops Spencer. "What do you have that's good?"

Spencer looks flustered for a moment. "Well…I have Doctor Who."

"That's the show with the man and the blue police box right?"

"Yeah, that's it."

Blaine smiles at me as if he's proud that he knows something other than sports, alcohol, and girls. "Put that in."

Spencer gets up to up in a Doctor Who DVD and Blaine tries to hand me a beer.

"No thanks man," I decline. "I was serious when I said I don't drink any more. I get stupid when I drink."

"Oh c'mon. Who's here to judge you?"

"It's not about being judged. When I drink, I get drunk and when I get drunk, I go out and do something completely idiotic and potentially dangerous, so no. I'm not drinking."

Blaine stands up and goes to the door. He locks all three locks lining the side of the door and moves Spencer's big chair to block the entrance.

"There," He says proud of himself for some reason. "Now you can't get out. So," He tosses me the beer and this time I have to take it or get hit in the face with it. "Get dogshit drunk with your best friend. Besides," He goes over to Spencer and puts an arm around his shoulder. "It something bad happens, we have young Dr. Reid here to save the day. Isn't that right doc?"

"Well, I'm not really that sort of doctor." Spencer tries to explain. "My doctorates are in-"

"Enough talking." Blaine rudely cuts him off. "Let's drink until the sun comes up and regret the consequences tomorrow."

As everyone gets comfortable and the show starts, all I can hear is the popping of beer cans. They were about two packs down halfway through the show. I start to feel a little excluded since they were all drinking and I wasn't. Heck, even Spencer was on his second beer. So I pop open my can, and start chugging them down.

When the second episode was starting, Blaine gets the bottle of Vodka he was hiding in the paper bag.

"Hey-hey doctor," He says and then laughs a little. He nudges me and says drunkenly, "Spencer's the Doctor." And since I'm about three beers in now I start laughing too. Everyone does. Even Spencer. That's when I realize he's just as tipsy as I am. "Hey Doctor, I need gl—I need gl—I need cups."

Spencer goes to the kitchen and comes back with five glass cups. Not shot glasses like one would usually drink vodka from but I suspect Spencer doesn't drink enough to have five shot glasses on hand.

"Alright," Blaine puts a finger of vodka in each glass. "This is a new drinking game. Every time…they show the Tardis…or someone says Tardis…or thinks Tardis, we drink. Everyone understand the rules?"

"Uh, what's the Tardis?" The guy at the end of the couch asks. He's drunk a pack of beer on his own.

"The blue box, numb nuts," Blaine answers. "Alright? Good, now…start."

We start with a drinking game but by the end of the episode, we're all just drinking because there's alcohol. Spencer, being the lightweight that he is, passed out after about four beers and a few shots. Halfway through the vodka, Blaine gets my phone and dials up his ex. I'm too drunk to stop him and me and the other guys just laugh as he wakes the poor girl up just to tell her he still 'loves' her and wants to get back together.

I'm not sure what all happens after that. I think we all pass out.

CM

I wake up to the sound of someone banging against a door. I'm too wrecked to understand what's actually going on. That's until the door smashes open and pushes Spencer's chair away. I look around trying to see if anyone else was awake but they just slept through the noise like normal. Spencer's the only other person who even bothered to open his eyes.

When the person on the other side comes in, I half expect it to be Jared. I kinda wish it was when I see Derek and Aaron come into the apartment with their guns out.

"What the hell is going on?" Derek asked.

Spencer and I look at each other and then at all of the empty beer cans on the floor and table and couch and everywhere and the almost empty bottle of vodka.

"Uh…we," As soon as I open my mouth I have to puke. I jump up and run to the bathroom. As I come out, Spencer runs in and does the same.

I go back to the living room and Derek is pushing Blaine and the other fellas out of the apartment. Aaron's standing by the couch with his arms over his chest, pissed as fuck.

Derek slams the door closed behind the guys and turns back to me.

"Do you wanna explain this?" He grits out.

I consider saying no but I figure that would be a bold move. "We…we were just drinking."

"I called your phone, Spencer's cell, and the house phone about ten times each. When you guys didn't answer, I thought something had happened." Derek seemed to be getting angrier by the minute.

"And you're not supposed to drink." Aaron growls at me. Spencer comes from the bathroom staring down at the floor as embarrassed as I am. "And you. You were supposed to be looking out for him tonight. How are you doing that if you're passed out drunk?"

"I didn't ask to be his babysitter." Spencer snaps back and surprises us all. "I have a life too and it's not my fault that some lunatic is after him."

"Reid…are you serious right now?" Derek asks.

Spencer doesn't reply. He stares off at the TV screen, still playing back to back episodes of Doctor Who.

Aaron goes over to the TV and turns it off, drawing Spencer's attention to him. "We are a team. If one of us is in danger, we all help."

"But he's always in trouble!" He yells again. "Every day there's a problem for him that I have to help with."

"He's not the only one with constant problems, Reid. When you were taken by Hinkle, did we leave you? When you were battling your addiction to Dilaudid, did we give up on you? When Maeve died, who visited you every day, even on the days you refused to open the door for anyone? Who called and left a message on your answering machine every day, sometimes twice a day, even though we knew you'd probably never answer the phone. No one's ever given up on you or anyone else on this team, Spencer."

Spencer rolls his eyes and folds his arms. I think he's still a little drunk or else he'd realize the hole he's digging himself into.

"Let's go." Aaron says going out the door.

"Where are we going?" I dare ask.

Aaron shoots a cold glance at me. "I'm taking you two to David's house. I'll let him deal with you."

"No, no, please," I beg. "Dave can't know about this."

"About you and your buddies drinking until you can't see straight? I'm not going to tell him. You are. You're going to tell him that after all we've done to ensure your safety, you and Spencer decided to throw it all away by getting so plastered that neither of you would be able to do anything if something had happened to threaten your lives."

"I…I'd really rather not." I slur, still a bit intoxicated.

Aaron grabs my upper arm in one hand and Spencer's in the other. "You don't have a choice." He growls. Then he proceeds to drag us both out of the apartment and out to the car as we stumble and trip going downstairs.

Spencer and I sit in the back seat as we drive to Dave's place. I can't help but glare at Spence, who's looks as if he's either suffering from a major migraine or seriously regretting our exploits. Probably both. I blame him for us being in trouble now though. If he didn't let Blaine and the guys intrude in his space, I wouldn't have felt pressured to drink anyways and we could've had a nice, boring evening. Now I'm more than sure we're about to get our butts handed to us for this.

It's a long ride to Dave's place and I doze off before we get there.

When I wake back up, I'm in my bed. My bed at Dave's house. I don't even question how I got here because more than likely Aaron carried me to bed after I fell asleep. I wonder if he's also the one to take off my clothes.

The sun shining through my window on my bare chest validates the beeping clock on my nightstand saying it's nine o'clock. I quickly turn it off but then I hear another beeping alarm coming from down the hall.

I get out of bed and follow the noise to the guest room where Spencer is lying in bed with a pillow over his head and his hand searching desperately across the surface of the nightstand for the source of the noise. His cover is wrapped around his ankles revealing his body, stripped down to his blue boxers.

I go in and turn it off for him. He lifts the pillow and stares up at me with tired eyes and messy hair.

"Morning," I greet.

"Good morning." He greets.

"Rough night." I smile.

"How are you able to stand right now?"

"It's not my first rodeo. But I have a feeling it'll be my last."

Neither of us say anything else for a while and then a voice from downstairs calls, "Boys," I immediately recognize it as Dave. "Wash up and come downstairs for breakfast."

I don't have to be told twice when it comes to eating and quickly bolt to the bathroom before Spencer even has a chance to get out of bed.

As I'm washing my face in the bathroom, Spencer comes in.

"Does he always feed you before he…y'know?" He asks splashing water on his face.

"Is this your first time sleeping over?" I ask.

"Before a spanking? Yeah. Usually I'm sent directly to Jason. I guess he was busy this morning…" Spencer sounds a little disheartened that Jason isn't here right now and I would call him crazy for it but I kinda understand. If I were in as much trouble as we are now, I'd want my dad to be the one who handles me too. And I am. And he is.

"Yeah," I answer his previous question. "When it's meal time, we always eat first. Wouldn't want to work out on an empty stomach."

Spencer chuckles as I joke about our imminent doom and we wash our hands.

We go down stairs to plates of eggs and bacon. Dave's sitting at the head of the table drinking coffee. I begin to play nervously with my nails and Spencer's so ashamed that he can't even make eye contact with him. I look into his eyes and all I can see is sheer disappointment. I know I've messed up, I mean really messed up, and there's no doubt in my mind that Dave's going to take it out on my ass, but to be honest, his intense silence

"Sit," Dave says.

We quickly obey. When Dave says nothing else, we start eating. We eat in silence. I know we messed up, and I mean really messed up, and there's no doubt in my mind that Dave's going to take it out on our asses but his intense silence is too much. I'd rather have him yelling and saying how much of an irresponsible brat I am than the silent treatment.

Halfway through breakfast there's a knock on the front door. Dave gets up to answer it, again without telling us anything. When he comes back, Jason's with him.

Spencer's body visibly tenses as Jason glares down at him upon entering the kitchen. He sits down at the table with us, beside Spencer.

"So," Jason starts the conversation. "You boys have a fun night?"

"It wasn't my fault." I say to Dave, trying to plead my case. "I didn't tell Blaine to come over and I definitely didn't tell him to bring alcohol. He just did."

"And did he force you to drink as well?" Dave inquires.

"N-no sir…but…I would not have been pressured to drink if Spencer would've told them to leave."

"How is it my fault?" Spencer barks at me. I was surprised that his voice could get so loud. "No one forced you to drink. Take responsibility for your own mistakes."

"But let's not forget your mistakes, Spencer." Jason steps in. "You were trusted to look out for Alexander last night and I imagine that would be a hard task if you're falling over drunk."

"I didn't want to babysit him anyways!" Spencer continues his angry rant from the night before. "If I want to get drunk in the privacy of my own home, I should be able to. It's not fair that I have to be responsible for someone else's life. He's not my kid!"

Suddenly, Jason stands up and yanks Spencer from his seat. Then he puts his foot up on the chair and throws Spencer over his knee. I watch in awe as Jason proceeds to rain down swats to the seat of his underwear.

"You are going to calm down (SMACK) and talk to us like an respectful adult (SMACK) because if I have to (SMACK), I will take you upstairs (SMACK) and the two of us will have an extensive (SMACK) discussion about respect (SMACK) before we discuss your irresponsible (SMACK) decisions from last night."

"AW! OKAY, OKAY! PLEASE, DAD, I'M SORRY!"

Jason stops the spanking and lifts Spencer off his knee. He forces Spencer back into his chair and I can see the tears already coming down Spencer's face. Immediately, I start to feel sorry for him. I don't know if he's crying because that seemingly light hand spanking hurt a lot worse than he looked or because he's so ashamed of upsetting Jason enough that he felt he had to spank him, but either way, I feel like it's all my fault.

Blaine's my friend so consequently, his presence last night was my fault. Thus, Spencer drinking was my fault. And if Spencer didn't get drunk last night, he wouldn't be in trouble. And if he wasn't in trouble, he wouldn't have yelled at Jason resulting in him with a now sore bottom. Everything can be traced back to me.

"Now the fact of the matter is," Dave says. "Both of you made horribly stupid decisions last night. Alex, I don't care if you're trapped an island in an ocean of Bourbon and everyone around you is getting drunk off their asses, you don't touch a drop of it. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes sir."

"And Spencer," Jason now starts. "I don't know where you get this notion that your life is more important than the safety and well-being of anyone else's, but news flash buddy-boy, it isn't. I don't know what's suddenly gotten into you, but you can bet I'm going to get to the bottom of it."

"Now both of you go wait in Alex's room until we get up there."

Spencer and I quickly bounce out of our seats and dart upstairs.

Spencer paces the floor in my room and I lean against the wall biting my nails.

"What do you think they're going to do to us?" I ask.

Spencer stops his pacing just long enough to glare at me. "Like you don't know."

"No, I mean…Jason didn't bring his paddle."

"There's one in the trunk of his car." He says. He stops and notices the confused look on my face. "What? I get in trouble a lot, sue me." Then he starts pacing again.

"Spencer…I'm sorry, man. This is all my fault."

He stops again. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's my fault Blaine came over last night. I'm sorry. I didn't know and I certainly didn't know he'd bring beers."

"It's not your fault," He corrects. "I needed a way to relax my mind anyways. If your friend didn't show up when he did, I'd probably would've found some Dilaudid."

"You'd find some what?!" Spencer and I jump and spin around to the door at the angry boom in Jason's voice. He marches in, Dave behind him, and stand taunt inches from Spencer's face. A thin wooden paddle in his right hand rests against his leg. "Explain," He barks.

Spencer looks hesitant at first but then says, "I-I was feeling bad…and I wanted relief."

"So you thought of turning to drugs before you thought of me?" Jason fumes. "What hurt you so bad that you'd even think of Dilaudid again?"

A tear falls down Spencer's cheek before he starts spilling his guts. "Yesterday was my parents' anniversary. I know how my mom sometimes still thinks she's married to my dad so I tried to call her, but she wasn't lucid enough to talk to me. Since I've been trying to rebuild my relationship with my dad, I called his house. His new wife answered the phone and said he wasn't there. He took his son to a baseball game. So I called his cell. When he answered, I told him why I was calling. He told me never to call him to call him to remind him of his old life because he's happy now. He's only interested in my new accomplishments."

More tears are in Spencer's eyes by the time he finishes.

"Can you believe him? I am a part of his old life. He never took me to a baseball game. Was he not happy when he was with me? Am I that much of a disappointment that I'm only worth talking to when I've won a prize or discovered something remarkable?"

Jason drops the paddle and pulls Spencer into his arms and lets him cry into his shoulder.

"Why didn't you come to me, son?" He asks.

Spencer sniffles before answering, "I was going to…but then Derek asked me to take Alex home with me last night and I remembered how everyone was still stressing over him and stuff and…I just got angry. I was jealous."

Jason pulls Spencer away and forces him to look into his eyes. "You are my son, Spencer. I love you so much. No matter what's going on around us, I'm always interested in what's happening with you. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Good. But this is the second time we've had a drug scare with you in the past few months. I'm worried."

"I'm sorry, dad. It won't happen again."

"That's what you said last time. I think you and I should spend more time together. You're coming home with me tonight. I'll call Aaron and let him know you'll be off for a few days."

"Yes sir." Spencer doesn't seem upset by the order. In fact, he looks rather glad.

That is, until Jason says, "But that doesn't excuse your gross imprudence last night. Passed out drunk, you wouldn't even be able to help yourself, let alone call for help if something happened."

"And that goes for you as well," Dave says to me. "What if the apartment caught on fire? Or what if Jared found out where you were and snuck in through a window?"

"S-sorry, dad." I sincerely apologize. "I wasn't really thinking about the consequences then."

"I'm sorry too." Spencer apologizes next. "I'll be a better guardian next time."

"Yes, well, we'll see about that." Jason doesn't seem too convinced there will be a next time. He picks up the paddle, goes over to the bed, and sits down. Patting his lap, he says, "Come here."

Spencer gave his butt an involuntary rub before trotting over to Jason. Jason flips him over his lap and yanks his boxers down. I watch as his butt turns pink as Jason rains down the smacks. I only get a few seconds to watch before Dave sits down beside him and yanks me over his lap. He pulls down my pants and the magical-appearing brush starts lighting up my ass.

Between Spencer and me, the room is filled to the brim with crying and begging for an anticipated end. When they're done, Jason and Dave sit us up on their laps and let us cry ourselves out until our eyes are heavy again.

"C'mon," Jason stands and guides Spencer out of the room. "I'll let you get some more sleep before we leave."

As they leave the room, Dave lies me back in bed and covers me.

"Do you understand why you were spanked?" He finally asks me.

"Because I fell to peer pressure again and got drunk."

"Everything I do and all the rules I set are for your safety, Alex. And none of them are optional."

"Yes sir. I really am sorry dad."

"I know son." Dave bends down and kisses the top of my head. "Now go to sleep. I'll wake you up in an hour and we'll go to the gym."

When Dave leaves, I flip over to my side and doze off.