I was awoken from my phone going off. I groaned and shifted to my side to grab my phone. I had three missed calls from Morgan. My stomach dropped, why would he be calling me this late. I called him back
"Spencer finally, can you come pick me up my stupid car broke down," he said I could hear his annoyed tone through the phone.
"Okay send me the address," I said he sent to me and I got dressed. I drove to where he was
"Hey thanks so much for this," he said, placing his hand on my thigh. Butterflies swarmed my stomach at his touch. I held my breath to stop my voice from shaking
"Y-yeah no problem." I said smiling he turned on my radio.
"So what do you listen to here? Nerdy science shit?" He asked smirking
"No Mozart, did you know listening to classical music has a calming effect on the listener. This is due to the release of dopamine which is the body's natural happy chemical that improves a person's mood, and also blocks the release of stress." I said nodding my head. I turned to look at him and he was smiling at me. I turned away before he could see me blush " What?" I asked
"Nothing," he said we arrived at his house. "Thanks pretty boy," he said as I walked to his door I nodded and walked back to my car. I got in my car and leaned back in the seat taking a deep breath. Gosh why do I feel this way around him, he makes me stomach swarm with butterflies and my face feel hot. It makes my chest feel tight as I try to squeeze all the feelings down. Derek goes home with at least three women everyday. I could never have a chance with him. Yet that doesn't stop my feelings ugh why doesn't it stop my feelings. I slammed my hand against the steering wheel. My phone beeped. It was a text from Hotch. I sighed and got out of the car and walked towards Morgan's door. I knocked on his door he opened it
"I assume you're gonna need a ride?" I asked he nodded
"Yeah thanks." We got back in the car and drove to the office. When we got there everyone was already at the round table.
"Now that everyone has joined us we can start." Hotch said JJ stood up
"Yesterday three bodies were uncovered 8 miles apart. Mark cannon, Sebastian Luis, and Mandy Cheng. Their tongues were cut out and they died from drowning." JJ said
"Tongue cutting and drowning two very different touture methods but both bring ultimate torture." Derek said
"If we get three victims in one day he will keep hunting larger and larger numbers. Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said I found myself searching the room for Derek. I found him laughing with Garcia. I stood there for a bit staring at his figure, his muscles making his shirt tight, his sharp jawline flexing with every smile he made. His curved waist leading to his thick and full. No was I really thinking about his ass? What's wrong with me. I felt someone approach me
"Don't worry, it will happen" Rossi said
"Um w-what?" I asked gathering my stuff, Rossi patted me on the back and walked away. I swallowed hard, I hope he isn't talking about what I think he is. I looked around for Derek again but he was already off to the plane. I slowly walked to the elevators trying to clear my brain. I walked into the plane and everyone was already seated.
"Wow it looks like Reid finally decided to join us" Hotch said as I bit my lip awkwardly and sat down next to JJ. I caught Morgan staring at me smiling and I looked away quick before I started to blush. Luckily Emily started talking about the case taking everyone's eyes off me
"So far all these victims have in common is that they were killed the same way, Mark came from rich high class neighborhoods and was married, Sebastian came from low class neighborhoods and wasn't married, and Mandy came from high class neighborhoods as a chef but he was basically low class and was in a relationship. Three different relationships, statuses and economical backgrounds and their all different races." Emily said
"I noticed that too, which makes this even worse because that makes all men a target." JJ said to her right as Penelope rang on
"Hey guys, i was able to find a connection between all the victims. They all have paid money countless times to a bar called classified sounds spicy." She giggled
"Derek and Reid, you go to the classified bar and see what it's about," Hotch started my stomach bubbles with butterflies again. I'm going to be alone with Derek, that's the last thing I need especially during this case. "JJ and Emily go to the crime scene, and Rossi and I will set up at the sheriff's office," Hotch finished. The plane landed and I followed Derek into one of the black SUVs, we drove to the classified bar.
"So what do you think this bar is about, I mean if all of them went there it must not be some high class rich poker place." Derek said
"The the origin of the word, "classified" is the past participle of "classify", which comes from the word "class". One of the meanings of "class" is a category. The word comes from French classe, which came from Latin classis. One of the meanings of classis was "a class or division of the people". I said nodding "So it doesn't naturally mean it would b associated with money and power, people just bent it that way. If anything it could be a toy store." I finished we reached a red light and he turned to face me.
"You are a character," He said laughing facing the road again
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked
"No, you're a character I love to watch." My eyes widened. The car jerked forward and I almost face planted into the dashboard. "That came out wrong, um sorry I" was Derek chocking on his words. That's weird that's very very weird, my face felt hot and I wanted to get out of this car more than ever. I soon realized Derek was still talking "You get what I'm saying right?" He asked I nodded even though I am not so sure. We pulled up to the bar and walked inside. Oh no, it was a gay bar why does this day keep getting worse.
"Gay bar? So the killing is a hate crime towards gays?" Derek asked as we strolled inside
"It may be, or inner hatred and homophobia for himself." I responded a guy came up to us
"Ooh hot new couple." He said
"We're not together." Derek said I bit my lip
"But i'm sure you want too." The guy said smirking before walking away. He's right about one thing, I did want us to be together.
"Now that was weird." Derek said
"Uh yeah. Really weird." I responded
"The unsub would only know they all went here if he happened to work here." Derek said
"Yeah a janitor, manager, DJ, bartender. All jobs that could allow you to stalk people at all times." I said he nodded my phone rang
"Reid came back with Derek to the sheriff's office. We need you to set up the hunting grounds and comfort zone of the unsub." Hotch said I nodded
"Hey Derek Hotch wants us to come back," I said he nodded as we got in the car and drove back. We met up with everyone else. Emily approached me
"Okay Reid, we have marked all the places he's killed," she said, handing me a map. I nodded and walked towards the table grabbing a pen, I focused on the places he chose. I was happy to be doing something away from Derek, after sometime I nailed his comfort zone.
"Hey Hotch," I yelled Hotch walked towards me
"I think I know where he's hitting next," he nodded and called Garcia. The case was over and I finally got to relax. So many emotions were running through me. I must of shown that through my face because Derek walked towards me sitting down right next to me.
"Hey pretty boy, whats wrong?" He asked i quickly snapped out of my thought and turned to him
"Nothing, I'm fine." I smiled at him he raised an eyebrow
"That's definitely not your 'I'm fine' face." He said sitting down next to me
"It's nothing I'm just thinking." I responded looking through the plane window
"About?" He asked but i knew If i started talking i may never stop and most definitely would expose myself on the spot
"Nothing I'd like to recap on." My eyes never leaving the window
"Okay...but I am always here," he said before putting his headphones on and focusing ahead. I sighed, that was the problem. The plane landed and we all went inside to finish paperwork. I yawned looking up at the clock, it was so late. Morgan approached me
"Hey pretty boy it's getting kinda late, want me to take you home?" He asked and I wanted to say no. I should've said no but I nodded grabbing my coat. We said bye to Hotch and piled into Morgan's car.
"So today's case hit kinda hard hm?" He said pulling out of the parking lot
"Um I guess." I replied confused by what he was implying
"Yeah I just don't understand why who i love. I mean who people love, bothers others so much." I gasped. Did Morgan just come out to me? He couldn't have.
"Who you love?" I asked he sighed
"Yeah um. I'm bisexual." His eyes content on the road
"Really?" I replied. There is no way.
"Uh yeah. I don't really like to be open about it due to uh." I could sense he was hesitant to say the next line, which I'm assuming was about Buford so I cleared the air
"I'm Pan," I said he nodded
"I assumed." I blushed at the comment, the rest of the car ride was quiet, and for once it was a comfortable quiet. Not an awkward one. We reached my house
"Thanks," I said getting out of the car. Morgan nodded following me to my door. "So yeah this is me." I said he laughed
"I know," I blushed, turning to unlock the door but as I did I tripped, falling into his arms. We made eye contact and a lump formed in my throat. This can't be real, this has to be some fairy tale we're trapped in. Next thing I knew I was pressing my lips against dereks. Who didn't hesitate to kiss back. We broke apart and I stood up locking my door "Uhh sorry." I said quickly, closing it. Today was surely one hell of a day.