Spencer could not believe his luck. He normally did not believe in luck…but in this situation…he had to be lucky. He was sitting on Derek's couch, making out with the man of his dreams.

Spencer pulled away, much to his dislike, but he had to know. "Why…how…what…I…"

"You want to know when I realized I liked you." Spencer nodded. "It was very recent. When you came out to the team…I was relieved. At the time I guess I just wrote it off as not having to worry about you ending up with some skanky girl that'll break your heart. And then when…you came in to work in your new clothes…I caught myself checking you out. Especially that cute ass of yours." Spencer blushed to a color 14 shades darker than his natural color. "I guess your whole confession to me…cleared it up." He smiled and stroked Spencer's cheek, who was straddling Morgan's lap. "But even though, I know how I feel..." Spencer tensed, causing Derek to quickly continue, "I want to take this slow. I want to do this right. I don't want to mess things up between us. We have to be careful…not only for our jobs…but so we don't hurt each other. Not that we would do that on purpose, but…"

Spencer put a finger to Derek's lips. "Shhh…" he whispered, smiling. "I understand. I want to take this slow too." Derek relaxed visibly.

Some moments later, Spencer yawned.

"Sleepy already Pretty Boy?" Derek teased.

"The caffeine has officially left my system," Spencer said, while Derek slid him off his lap. "Where are you going?" Spencer asked.

"To get you clothes, I don't want to keep you up if you're tired."

"I can just go home," Spencer whispered.

"Spence, it's late, I don't mind. I'll find you something to wear." He returned momentarily with sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"I'm guessing you're not taking no for an answer…" Spencer said, amused.

"I didn't even register if you answered or not," Derek confessed, he grabbed Spencer's hand and led him to his room.

"Um…Derek?"

"Hmmm?"

"I can sleep on the couch...you don't…"

"No…I want you to sleep in here. I feel safer when you're around and why would I make my…you sleep on the couch?"

"What were you going to say?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said…make my and then switched to you."

"I was…I was going to say my boyfriend."

"Why didn't you?"

"I thought it might be presumptuous."

"It wouldn't be, that's what we are, boyfriends." Spencer blushed, and smiled shyly. "Come on baby boy. Let's get to bed."

The two men changed into pajamas and climbed into bed. Moments after climbing into bed, Spencer curled up as close to Derek as humanly possible and buried his nose in Derek's shirt. Derek merely smiled into Spencer's hair and wrapped his arms around him. That night, the two of them had the best sleep after a case ever.

When Derek woke up, he removed himself from Spencer's grip. He wandered into the kitchen and decided that he would make his boyfriend…really like the sound of that…boyfriend…it sounds right….breakfast.

Just when Derek was almost done cooking, Spencer woke up. He stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. Yawning, he automatically went for the coffee.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Derek greeted.

After taking a sip, Spencer replied, "Morning Prince Charming." Derek smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"I made you breakfast."

"You didn't have too."

"I wanted to." Spencer smiled and accepted the pancakes and sausage.

The happy new couple ate their breakfast in silence.

"So what are we doing today?" Spencer chirped, after his third cup of coffee.

"Well…it's a nice day…maybe we could take Clooney for a walk and see how it goes from there?" Derek answered.

"As long as I don't have to walk him," Spencer said, eyeing the dog that was lying two feet away.

Derek chuckled. "He won't bite."

"He won't listen to me either."

"How do you know?" Derek asked.

"The Reid effect," Spencer stated simply.

"Clooney hasn't barked yet."

"So?"

"So maybe it doesn't affect him." Spencer just glared. "What has the chatty genius finally run out of words?" Derek teased.

"Shut up and eat your pancakes."

As Derek was getting dressed, Spencer called out from the living room, "We're going back to my place right? I don't have anything to wear."

"Don't you have your go-bag?"

"I'm not wearing a sweater vest and khakis on a walk. I'll look stupid."

"Did someone develop a fashion sense?"

"No. I learned from the best."

"And that would be?"

"Garcia." There were a few moments of silence before Spencer screamed, "OH SHIT!"

"Is something wrong?" Derek asked, rushing out of his bedroom.

"Garcia's going to want to know everything. I mean she already knows a lot…but she'll want to know what happened…how the date went…"

"We'll handle that when we get there."

"And the rest of the team?"

"We'll do what we think is best."

"And that would be?"

"Keep Strauss from finding out by not letting this affect our work. When we're ready we'll tell the team. We'll just make Garcia keep it on the down low."

Derek drove to Spencer's apartment moments later with Clooney in the back.

"Come in while I change," Spencer said, climbing out of the vehicle as Derek promised Clooney that he would be right back. Spencer unlocked the building and said offhandedly, "I got the building manager to fix that finally. I just had to go on and on about how someone could get in and harm someone in front of Mrs. Quincy. She started to get hysterical so he had to promise her to change it."

"So basically, Mrs. Quincy got him to change it."

"Shush you. Don't ruin it."

Spencer walked past the elevator and went straight to the stairs. "Um…so what floor do you live on again?"

"The sixth."

"Why are we walking? I mean it's not that I mind…"

"The elevator is terrible and I don't trust it. Claustrophobia, nyctophobia and a rickety old elevator do not mix well." Derek chuckled.

When they reached Spencer's apartment, he apologized. "I'm sorry for the mess. I've been meaning to clean," he said as he unlocked the door. As soon as he opened the door, five kittens came and fell over each other and themselves in the rush to see Spencer.

"When'd you get kittens?" Derek asked

"When their very pregnant mother slipped in my open window and gave birth on my floor."

"Is she here too?"

"She comes in and out as she pleases."

"Are you keeping all off these?" Derek asked as Spencer bent down to pet them.

"Why? Jealous?"

"That they get your attention? Yes," Derek confessed.

"Well don't worry too long, once they're old enough, I'll give some away."

"Oh…did you name them?"

"Well, the silver one is Luna, the gold one is Apollo, the black one is Emery, the white one is Phoebus and this little minx," Spencer said, scooping up a gray and black kitten, "is Lilavati."

"Lilavati? Phoebus?"

"Phoebus is Roman for pure and Lilavati is Indian for playful."

"So which ones are you keeping?" Derek asked as Spencer walked into his room.

"Luna, Lilavati and Apollo. Phoebus is going to Mrs. Quincy next door. Mr. Wiggin on the fourth floor is taking Emery."

"You're keeping three cats? What do you do with them when we're on cases?"

"Mrs. Quincy cares for them."

"Right."

Spencer stepped out of his room in chucks, his favorite pair of jeans (he did own a pair of skinny jeans before Garcia's shopping spree) and a shirt that said 'If a pizza has a radius Z and a depth A, its volume can be defined as Pi*Z*Z*A'.

"Do I even want to know about the shirt?"

"Ethan's idea of a joke. Let's go on that walk."