Chapter 9: Hungry Still For More

He'd listened to Spencer's breathing slow until it was a deep, even rumble in his chest.

'...and here I thought it was just some body image issue...Christ, obviously the flag pole incident plays into it, but...often, he said often...how many other times did it happen?' he worried. 'I always knew Spencer went through some pretty terrible shit growing up, hell, even just the past few years...fuck, a person who goes through that much shit and is still as great as Spencer...that kid has got to be pretty damn near indestructible,' He smiled a little. 'I just wish he'd stop acting like it...oh well, at least he trusts me enough to...let go...god his cum tasted so good...so perfect...' he thought as he drifted to sleep.

When he awoke, he realized not only was Spencer still sleeping, but that he hadn't stirred from a single nightmare either. 'He probably hasn't slept this well in weeks,' he assumed as he carefully extracted himself from Spencer and grabbed both their phones, smiling to himself. 'Now there's one less thing to accidentally wake him up...'

He was more disappointed than shocked to find that the little food actually in refrigerator was no longer edible. 'Well, there is that bodega down the street...' he remembered, putting on his jeans, grabbing Spencer's keys, and heading out the door. Just as he re-entered the apartment, arms full of groceries, he heard his cell phone ringing on the counter. '...fuck, I thought I took that with me...' he thought angrily. He put the bags down and rushed over, hoping it hadn't woken Spencer.

"Hello?" he answered, trying not to sound too out of breath.

"...Derek?" Garcia's voice wavered enough to make him concerned.

"Hey Baby Girl, you okay? You sound a little...upset."

"Oh god, no, I'm fine, I'm just confused. Why are you answering Spencer's phone?" she asked, intensely suspicious. He looked down at the counter, slowly realizing that the phone in his hands didn't feel as beat up as it should and suddenly felt the weight of his own phone in his pocket. '...fuckin FBI standard issue bullcrap...'

"Well, you know how Spencer cut his hair?" he started, trying to come up with something close to the truth.

Garcia laughed heartily. "Of course! Who do you think he called when he realized what a mess he'd made of himself?"

"Wait, what?"

"Umm...he cut it himself first before realizing that he'd made a poor life decision. He called me, probably because you weren't picking up that day," she teased. "Or because he thinks I have awesome hair."

"Geez, okay, didn't know that," he paused. "Well, obviously his life had been chaotic recently and when he asked me to stay the night, I did cuz I was kinda worried about him."

"Oh no! Is he alright?" she asked, slightly concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, he's ahh...he's still sleeping."

"That's...wow...hmm..." He braced himself for a joke that never came. "Okay, well, when sleeping beauty wakes up, remind him that he owes me a black eye and I'm cashing it in tonight at 7."

He frowned. "Do I wanna know?"

"Probably not," she chuckled.

"Fine. You better behave yourself tonight," he warned.

"So possessive," she giggled. "I'll try my best, but no promises sugar."

Hanging up the phone, he pinched the bridge of his nose. '...that girl is gonna be the death of me some day...'

For a few seconds, he was alarmed. The bed was empty and cold and not knowing why Derek wasn't there made his brain ruminate on all the possible negative reasons why he wasn't waking up to Derek's arm draped over him. But as he slowly slipped out of his sleepy daze, his senses alerted him to a few things he'd missed. 'Coffee. Sizzling...bacon.' He sighed happily. 'Breakfast.' He padded out to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey Pretty Boy, I hoped the coffee would wake you. You slept well, eh?"

"Better than I have in awhile," he grinned as Derek set his breakfast in front of him.

"Good," Derek said. "Now eat up...we've got some things to discuss."

He tensed and his eyes narrowed. "What kind of things?" Derek frowned, obviously hurt, so he relaxed, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, first instinct."

Derek waved it off. "Mmm...things like...how I didn't realize it was your phone ringing until I answered it and confused Garcia." His eyes widened, his hands twittering on the counter. "Don't worry, since I wasn't sure what you'd want, I didn't say much and I didn't tell her anything that wasn't true," Derek reassured. "Also, I'm not sure what she meant, but she said to tell you that she's cashing in a black eye that you owe her tonight at 7. Spencer, please tell me you're not in a fight club."

He laughed. "Coffee. A black eye is regular coffee with two shots of espresso. Not that she'll get it that late, I hope...I think she likes saying I 'owe her a black eye' because it freaks people out."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Well, that actually makes perfect sense. So what do you wanna do?"

Thinking about it, he knew there was really only one answer. "I know we should keep things quiet for awhile, but I don't see any way around not telling Garcia."

"Are you sure?" Derek asked.

"Come on, you know how she is. She's stubborn and persistent, especially when she gets an idea in her head," he pointed out. "And I don't mind if you don't mind." Derek shook his head as he continued, "Besides, I don't have proof, but I'm decently sure that Garcia told her friend to call me 'pretty boy' and report back to her on how I reacted...and even if she didn't and that was a complete coincidence, it does appear that he told her about about the hickey you gave me."

Derek's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, seriously?" he questioned, trying not to laugh. "Stop looking at me like I went on a date. I wouldn't have even met Garcia's friend, the hair stylist, if you had picked up the phone," he gently teased.

Derek smirked. "Okay, okay. So uh...you've still got a good nine hours before you have to be anywhere..."

He smiled innocently. "Derek Morgan, are you telling me not to finish this lovely breakfast you made me?"

He didn't wait for an answer before he started pulling Derek back to his bedroom.

A/N -

1) This chapter was written almost entirely in my head while driving home from work and then on my computer, with very little notes in my notebook, which hasn't happened with any other chapters. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

2) Having a friend who just started working at Starbucks means I keep getting lots of random tidbits about coffee, such as when he randomly told me about what a black eye is and I just sat there thinking, "Thank you, you have no idea how much you are helping me with my fanfic." XD

3) With all the tackling that Morgan does, obviously his phone is going to be in pretty poor shape, besides the fact he's probably really rough on things, whereas I assume that Spencer's phone probably looks like he just took it out of the box. Yep.

4) I've actually attempted writing as Garcia in the next chapter. Yikes. So, I have about 1/3 of the next chapter done (based on my average word count, though maybe it's more like 1/2 since I always forget how long my A/N's are, but it's also unedited soooo)...and have kinda hit a writer's block. Going through old notes looking for random ideas that I write mixed in with whatever I'm working on at the time (can't help it, it's the ADD) and hoping it clears up tomorrow. If not...I'm considering taking a break to fill one or two requests on the new kink!meme, though for some reason, the anon aspect makes me more nervous? WTF.

5) Just started watching "JJ" to see when that case starts (I think "JJ" will be chapter 11)...on a Monday bitches (and looks like late morning/early afternoon too, but I wanna see if they give me any more clues before I run with that). Awesome. Thanks CM for matching up perfectly with the timeline I'm making in my head (minus the whole "The Internet is Forever" thing...lol).