"Tour time, breakfast or tour first?" Sander asked while he pulled on his boots and combed his hand through his hair, making it stick up everywhere instead of covering a scar on his forehead. Spencer bit his lip in order not to say anything about it as he pulled on his Converse.

The scar was long, at least four inches and it went from his right eyebrow to his hairline on the left side of his head. It was pale, and people normally wouldn't see it unless they were looking for it. Truth be told, ever since his conversation with Garcia and Morgan last night he had been looking for signs of his past abuse. So far there were the bite marks on his neck, the scar on his forehead, and some burns on his hands that were partially covered by the gloves on his hands.

"Breakfast please, I can't function without my morning coffee." Spencer said as he grabbed his wallet.

"I saw that," Sander said warningly, pointing at the older man's pocket. "I said I would pay for everything."

"Yes but it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Fair enough. Alright, you think you can get to the lobby on your own?"

"Of course." Spencer said, confused when the younger male gained a wicked gleam in his eye and a smirk on his face.

"Lead the way then Doc." Sander said, gesturing to the door and following Spencer out into the hallway. Grinning to himself when Spencer made wrong turn after wrong turn.

"Alright, you clearly know this hotel better than I do!" Spencer groaned as they ran into yet another dead end. "This hotel is the equivalent of a labyrinth!"

Sander chuckled, "you actually did better than I thought you would. Follow me." Sander said, starting down the seemingly never ending hallways that twisted and turned every which way. Within ten minutes, Sander had them back at their shared room. "Alright, in order to get from Point A," Sander pointed at the hotel room, "to Point B – the lobby – you need to go straight down this hallway." Sander said, pointing to the right, which is just the way they came from.

"But that way leads to a dead end."

"That's exactly my point." Sander said, jogging down to the end of the hallway, which was in fact, a dead end.

"Like I said, a dead end." Spencer pointed out, watching in fascination as Sander leaned on the right side of the hallway, making the dead end in question open up to reveal an ornate door with intricate designs on it. "How did that happen?"

"Back in the old days, the Davis family helped runaway slaves hide from their owners or masters or whatever. They designed this hallway specifically to hide them, on the other side, it looks exactly like it did on this side, a dead end." Sander explained, opening the door and stepping through, revealing the main hallway and staircases.

"How did I not notice this?"

"They usually keep the door open when guests are here, but I closed it just to screw with you." Sander winked and lead the way down the end of the hallway and marching down the stairs.

"So you sent me on a wild goose chase for your own amusement?"

"Absolutely."

"Why?"

"I'm a man of simple pleasures." Sander shrugged, "if it's any consolation, Kat did that to me all the time until I figured it out. You're lucky that I let you through at all, one time she kept me in there for three hours."

"You didn't get mad?" Spencer asked as they arrived on the second floor, pausing when Sander bent down to grab a cat from his bed.

"This is Charlie, he's old but we love him. And to answer your question, when I found out, I was pissed. I put Nair in Kat's shampoo." Sander grinned at him, stroking the old gray cat's head. "Charlie here was just a kitten and I'm pretty sure his earliest memories are of Kat and me at war."

"Kat and I."

"Kat and you what?"

"You said Kat and me, the correct term is Kat and I."

"What are you, my English teacher?"

"No, I was just correcting your grammar."

"So you're my Language Arts teacher."

"No I'm not."

"You sure are acting like one Doc."

Spencer sighed before giving up, it was clear that the man standing before him would not lose that argument even if it meant standing there all day and missing breakfast, and Spencer needed his coffee. "Fine, can we go get breakfast now?"

"Sure thing Doc." Sander said, grinning in triumph as he let the old cat hobble back to his bed. Returning to his slumber, the cat sleepily blinked at Sander before drifting off again. Sander's bright grin fell off of his face as he watched the cat.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked, to his knowledge, he didn't say anything worthy of Sander becoming depressed.

"It's nothing-" At Spencer's disbelieving look Sander sighed. "Charlie is twelve years old, and the vet said that he wouldn't live to see five. So right now I'm just waiting for the old guy to fall asleep and never wake up, it's possible because sleeping is all he seems to do now. He was even like this when I visited five years ago."

"I'm sorry." Spencer said, he really couldn't say more. He had never lost a beloved pet before, so he had no way of empathizing with the younger man.

Sander waved him off, "at least when he does die he won't be suffering."

Spencer practically heard the misery in his voice before Sander turned around, took a deep breath, and plastered an obviously faked smile before leading the way downstairs again. Spencer stared at him sadly, knowing that when he was talking about Charlie dying he was also talking about his mom and sisters. Spencer knew that there was more to their deaths than was in that file, and the only people who knew exactly what were Daniel Austin and Sander Mason.

They reached the lobby and all traces of sadness from Sander's face seemed to have disappeared. He walked up to an older man and woman before asking, "miss me?"

"Sander," the man began, enveloping the young man into a large bear hug. "It's good to see you again boy."

"You too Carter, Cassandra."

"Sander, you really should visit more often." The woman – Cassandra – said as she hugged him, wiping tears from her eyes. Spencer could see the love that they all shared for each other. It was obvious that these people were Katherine's parents, and indirectly, Sander's as well.

"Ah well, you know me. I go wherever the wind takes me." Sander said before nodding at Spencer and motioning him over, "this is Doctor Spencer Reid, he's a friend of Ethan's."

"It's nice to meet you, this is a lovely hotel."

"Thank you very much Doctor." Carter said, grinning at Sander and winking at him, which went unnoticed by Spencer. In response, Sander did the zip your lip motion all the while blushing uncharacteristically.

"I'm guessing what took you both so long is the fact that Sander properly initiated you?"

"What?"

"Did he shut the secret door and tell you to find the lobby?" Carter asked, elaborating for the confused younger male. It was obvious to the old man that Sander liked him, after all, Sander did only go after people with dark eyes and light hair. Sander had a type, but not all people seemed to get that. Especially the woman in the clubs he went to every now and then. They just didn't seem to understand that he was gay, or maybe they knew but they thought they could change him after one night of meaningless sex.

He never excepted their offers, but that didn't mean that he refused the males that propositioned him. Both tops and bottoms alike, he didn't care as long as he had sex he was satisfied. He sounded shallow, but it's not like he went to the clubs only to hook up. It just happened that way.

"Um yes." Spencer agreed, looking back at Sander who was grinning mischievously and looking at something or someone in the far distance.

"I keep telling you people not to do that right away, you could scare him off!" Cassandra stated finally, whacking both Sander and Carter in the back of the head, making them both turn to her and apologize.

"Quit your groveling San and show your boyfriend-"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"To the dining room and get him something to eat. He looks like a twig!"

Sander sighed and rubbed his neck before grabbing Spencer by the elbow and leading him to the dining room. There were multiple people in the room, not many, but more than ten. "Sorry about Cassandra, she tends to make guesses that aren't always correct."

"It- it's fine." Spencer mumbled, grinning at the sheepish smile Sander threw over his shoulder.

"Alright then, pick what you want and if you don't think you'll want seconds get 'em anyway. If you don't eat 'em I will." Sander said, his southern accent subtly pronouncing itself as he eyeballs the food in front of him. There were multiple dishes set on the aisle including scrambled eggs, an omelet station, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, fruits and muffins. At the end of the line was a coffee station. Spencer grabbed three pancakes, some eggs and a muffin before shuffling over to get his coffee, filling up his mug and pouring a copious amount of sugar into it. He looked around and saw Sander with two waffles on a plate along with strawberries, grapes, and bacon, along with a glass of orange juice. Sander had his tray set on the counter as he talked with the cashier.

Sander pulled a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the young man behind the counter, grinning and winking at him before motioning Spencer to join him when he walked over to a table. Ethan, Katherine, and Katherine's parents were sitting there, all chatting together.

Both of them sat down and began to eat. "So, you get a number?" Katherine asked Sander.

Sander in response finished chewing before digging a receipt out of his pocket and tossing it at her. "Don't I always?"

"How do you do that? I had to practically scream I like you at Ethan before he understood that I liked him."

Sander smirked, "I have this thing called a lovable personality, you should get one sometime."

"So are you going to call him?" Spencer asked this time, nibbling on his muffin and stirring his coffee.

"Probably not. I mean, I don't want to sound like a jackass, but I didn't even ask for it. And I didn't even flirt with him."

"I saw you wink at him." Spencer pointed out, grinning at the confused look on his face as Sander popped a grape in his mouth.

"I did?"

"Sander is an unintentional flirt, does it all the time." Cassandra said as she cut a piece of her waffle and popped it into her mouth.

"Hah! Unintentional my ass, he knows what he does to those poor guys and wallows in the attention he gets!" Katherine said, leaning over Sander's plate and looking at Spencer straight in the eye. "But I'm sure if he flirts with you he'll mean it," Katherine said winking, making the flirt in question blush brightly as he downed half of his orange juice in one go.

"Shut it Davis..."

"Bite me Mason."

"Where and how hard?"

"Enough!" Carter exclaimed as he watched the two twenty eight year olds bicker as if they were fourteen.

"Sorry Dad..."

"Sorry Mister Davis..."

"Don't be sorry, just shut up and eat before your food gets cold. I won't allow you to waste any."

"Yes sir," Sander muttered, clearly embarrassed at being chastised by his mentor. Spencer found himself grinning at the family bickering, exchanging looks with Ethan as the other man downed his coffee and finished off his eggs and hash browns.

After that conversation the table was mainly occupied by the scraping of forks against plates. Spencer was pleasantly surprised as he ate his food, everything was fresh, the muffin was nice and moist, and the pancakes were sweet even without syrup. "This food is amazing..."

"Yes!" Sander yelled happily, holding his hand out to Katherine, who slipped a twenty into his hand.

"What was that?" Spencer asked, looking between the two, who both looked like they had been caught trying to rob a bank.

"Well, you see..." Sander began.

"Sander and I made a bet, he said that you would fall in love with the food immediately and I said that you would need a day to get used to it." Katherine finished, looking at the genius cautiously. After all, you never know who could get mad after finding something like that out. It was an unlikely possibility, but it has happened before.

"You made a bet about my food preference?"

"Yep." Katherine said simply while Sander fiddled with the strawberry in his hand before taking a bite out of it awkwardly, under the scrutiny of the FBI agent he was clearly uncomfortable.

Katherine noticed Spencer's staring and laughed lightly, "don't worry about Sander, when he's embarrassed or knows that anything he says will be taken the wrong way he tends to clam up."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not."

"Do too!"

"Do fucking not!"

"I will not tolerate that language in my dining room!" Cassandra interrupted harshly, glaring at the two adults she helped raise. Sander may not be her flesh and blood, but that didn't mean it affected her opinion of the young man.

Besides, with Carter's heart problems he can't do much strenuous activities. Sander however was in tip top shape and appeared happy to do anything for the family.

Cassandra normally had no problem with cussing, but if you say fuck or motherfucker she will tear you to pieces. And that is putting it lightly.

"Sorry ma'am." Sander mumbled, ashamed that he let himself say that in front of her. It was one of the only rules that Cassandra made, but she was the Queen of this hotel and she ruled with an iron fist, demanding respect from any and all occupants. That was most likely what made her such a good person. She didn't take shit from anybody and always spoke the truth. She didn't sugarcoat things either. Sander had learned that the hard way when he moved in with them.

As everyone finished their breakfast, the dining room began to clear out and people were starting to leave the room, most likely to swim in the pool out back or to roam the grounds.

"Alright Spencer, you want to officially meet people now or after a tour of the city?"

"Now, I'd like to get it over with, considering that when we get back the first thing I'll do is pass out in bed."

"Same," Sander laughed. "Let's get started."

Damn, you guys are running me to the ground! And thanks to the lovely Krisdahwolf0 I now have a ship name for our favorite oblivious people, Sancer! Or Spender, but Sancer has a certain ring to it, you know?

Reviews:

Arminia: Aw thanks for saying! That's awesome! And I loved the awkward moment as well...

Krisdahwolf0: I love the ship name! I'm in a hurry so this'll be short, and the BAU's reaction will be... interesting to say the least.

TazzieLuv13: Yes, yes you do! I'm not going to have them jump into the sexual part of the relationship right away, that happens too often! And yes a sequel.