Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas.

This is my Christmas Gift for MelloJason, as part of the gift exchange on Chit Chat on Author's Corner. Thank you to everyone who has alerted, favourited or reviewed. Sorry if I haven't been able to reply to your reviews but I have had trouble replying through ff the last day or so. So please except a huge thank you now instead.

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Spencer had spent ages coping Derek's lead and created a handmade card. He had always enjoyed doodling and drawing, and the combination of the festive music and chilling while he drew, had almost forgotten the situation they were in - if it was possible for him to forget anything! Though he had to admit Derek had help calm him and banish his torent of case related thoughts alondside the additional burden of how his Mom had been recently and the ongoing niggle that his future may mirror hers.

However, now his attention was drawn to a sweet aroma filtering through from the kitchen. Intrigued by what Derek was doing in the early hours of Christmas morning Spencer made his way towards the kitchen to join Derek.

Reaching the doorway, Spencer suddenly found himself blocked by the huge form of Derek Morgan.

"Out," he ordered.

"I need a drink," Spencer said, all innocently while trying to look around Derek at what he had been doing.

"Your wish is my command, what would you like?" Derek smiled sweetly at his friend's attempt at gaining entry.

"Water would be good," Spencer replied, straining to see over the large shoulder currently blocking his view.

"Well you go and sit down, I'll bring it through," Derek said not moving from the spot he was in.

Spencer huffed turning away and returning to the couch. Slouching into the corner, arms folded and a sullen expression on his face.

Derek sauntered through, placing a glass of water on the coffee table, laughing at the teenage like strop manifesting bfore him.

"I'm going to clear up then hit the sack," Derek stated, once he had regained self control.

Spencer nodded, sipping the water, glaring at Derek over the rim of the glass.

"Hope you got on with your end of the bargain," Derek threw over his shoulder as he walked away.

"Of course," Spencer answered, slight panic tinged his voice as he realised Derek had been more serious about presents then he initially realised. It was then he guessed just what Derek had been upto in the kitchen.

. . .

Stretching his aching muscles Derek had to admit it had not been the best night's sleep he had ever had, though he had a hell of a lot worse. Padding along to the kitchen, Derek rubbed his hands over his face as he began making coffee.

Peering into the lounge, he wasn't surprised to see Spencer curled up on the couch. He should have guessed the genius would keep going until he fell asleep exactly where he was. Leaning against the solid wood frame Derek watched the peaceful sleep of his young colleague. He had lost count over the years how many times he had seen Spencer fast asleep in what should be some of the most uncomfortable positions. It amazed Derek how the kid could curl up anywhere and just sleep - the plane, police station chairs, lounge floors, you name it. But equally Derek remembered the times he has seen the restless and disturb side of Spencer's sleep, and he guessed that was more often the case then Spencer liked to admit. 'Troubled Genius' was a phrase coined for his friend.

Taking a pot of fresh coffee though, he placed it on the table, noting that the smell had been enough to makes Spencer's nose twitch. It soon roused Spencer from his slumber.

"Happy Christmas, Pretty Boy," Derek said then playfully pushing aside Spencer's feet so he could sit down.

"Urgh," Spencer managed as he rubbed his bleary eyes, as the truth of the situation dawned on him.

No it wasn't another bizarre dream - Yes it was Christmas morning and yes he was stranded in a cabin with Derek Morgan!

Instinct made Spencer reached for the coffee, acknowledging the need for the caffeine. As he went to grab a mug, he noticed the 'card' leaning against it. Without looking he knew Derek was smirking as he took in the colourful creation. It was more kindergarten then FBI, but it was enough to make Spencer smile.

"That's, urm, very festive," Spencer managed as he lifted the tree shaped card, excess glitter sprinkling across every surface as it moved, "Yours is just here." Spencer passed his black and white creation, a pencil sketch of the team on the front.

Derek's grin widened, he appreciated the effort that had gone into the gesture. Nothing half hearted from Spencer, perfection or nothing.

"Thanks," was all he could manage, before he distracted himself pouring the coffee.

It didn't take them long to work their way through the pot, and as Derek made the effort to go make another he returned with a plate of cookies, which he handed to Spencer.

"My mom's special recipe. Enjoy."

Spencer looked sheepish, he had half guessed what Derek was up to last night, but somehow facing the home-bakes Spencer felt he had should have done more.

"Here," Spencer said sheepishly shoving a notepad towards Derek.

Derek looked down at the improvised gift and back at Spencer, who seemed to be embarrassed by the gesture. Glancing back at the cover he read the label – Words of Wisdom. Flicking open the book, he read the handwritten prelude.

This little book is full of phrases and thoughts to help when nothing else can.

Derek flicked through a few more pages pausing periodically to read the perfectly referenced quotes, all that had been sorted into sub categories. Closing the book slowly he steadied his gaze on Spencer.

"Thank you, you obviously put a lot of time into this last night."

Spencer shrugged, looking elsewhere to save having to find a response.

. . .

Rossi stretched awkwardly as he rose from the sorry excuse for a couch he had used as a bed. Looking around the room they had been using as a base, he realised he was alone. Glancing at his watch, his eyes squinted to make out the specific time. Groaning he stood, this was not his idea of the perfect Christmas morning.

Flicking open his phone he realised he finally had a signal, he decided to put off calling Hotch, to find out where he had gone to, instead he thought he'd try Morgan.

Listening to the hollow ringing sound, he was encouraged to have a form of contact.

. . .

Derek was startled when his phone rung, he couldn't believe he hadn't even bother to try it that morning. Answering it he had a brief conversation with Rossi before turning to face Spencer.

"Rossi is going to see what can be sorted for getting us down today. Sounds like Hotch has been having kittens all night and Rossi said the only good thing about the networks going down was that no one had to listen to Pen's panicked rants."

"Is everyone else okay?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah, sounds like it. Rossi and Hotch spent the night at the station, JJ and Em managed to get to the hotel. I'm going to go and take a look outside, see if there is any chance of us getting down to the SUV."

Wrapping up in all the layers he owned, Derek made his way to the door. Stepping outside into the freezing air, Derek took a moment to take in the beauty of the setting they were in. The blanket of snow covered the surrounding fir trees, the breath-taking scene was Christmas card worthy. As he scanned the panoramic view he noticed something lying on the ground further down the path back to the Larson's cabin. He couldn't make out what it was, but decided to go and investigate.