I own nothing...

I know it's been a while...

I'm stuck so I thought I'd give this a try.

Really should be sleeping though : [

Reid/review/enjoy?

Spencer gives a small smile as he blushes deep; Derek brandishes a black rose.

His smile widens as he kisses Derek on the cheek.

"Did you know that popular belief is that blood red or black roses symbolize death or loss, but in actuality they also mean new beginnings or rebirth?" Reid whispers, twirling the stem between his slender fingers.

"Didn't think the meaning would be lost on you kid." Derek loops his arm through Spencer's as they make their way to the restaurant.

Spencer looks around and spots Hotch parked in a car, a block away from the look out.

Spencer and Derek know that Rossi and Prentiss are somewhere within the building.

Derek opens the door for Spencer, and can't help but brush his hand against his as he lets the door go. It's funny how that simple contact can send shivers down both their spines.

They get themselves seated; Spencer taking a cursory glance around the room- catching sight of Rossi hanging around the bar- toying with the napkin under his scotch...

Prentiss sits at a table alone, staring at a menu.

Spencer closes his eyes for a moment, trying to stave that bubbly feeling tickling his ribcage. He opens his eyes to find Derek staring back at him.

"What?" Spencer blinks at the sound of Derek's voice, all too aware of what their task is.

"Nothing, I was just- this is how I get a date out of you? Work?" Spencer teases.

Morgan leans in, the most devilish grin splitting his face.
"Kid, trust me, what I've got planned for you pales in comparison to this." Derek takes Spencer's hand, marveling at the contrast. He makes a noise of approval, and Spencer sighs.

"Do you think the team-" Spencer hesitates, remembering that they're mic-ed.

"Cares...no. But Broom Hilda might." Derek frowns slightly- the hairs on the back of his neck stands up as he carefully scans the room.

This oddly charming couple are drawing attention- but the right kind?

Spencer straightens in his seat, the waiter appearing at his elbow.

The waiter is brief, taking their order and scurrying off to fill it- not before giving them a weird look.

You guys aren't flash enough- where's the flirting...Morgan? Can you act like each other?

Rossi's voice fills their head sets and a slight frown graces Derek's face. Spencer snorts.

"Eh? Where's the suave Derek that I have come to..." He looks up at Derek with a mischievous smirk on his lips as he toys with Derek's fingertips.

Derek laughs.

"What was that Pretty Boy?" He says as he takes Spencer's hand in his hand and kisses each fingers. Spencer blushes all shades of red.

Spencer clears his throat.

"When did you know that you...you know-" Spencer whispers, suddenly very aware of his own skin. He shivers.

Some one's watching them.

"What can't say it, Re- Spencer?" Derek jokes, a light shining deep and heavy in his eyes.

"I knew there was something...on my part for a while now- 'cept I was scared that I was nuts for even thinking it." Morgan's breath hitches.

"Let's see- the nightmares- I knew I really wanted to be your friend. The train- I wanted to protect you. The cult- I wanted to save you. Hankel...I-" Derek's jaw tightens. " I wanted to save you...I wanted to..." Tension runs through his shoulders and he lets it go. " And then when you got sick- I knew I couldn't live without you. And when you...hurt your knee- I knew I could never let you out my eyesight again." Derek tries to joke- but his throat gets caught. Spencer nods...

"You know during all those moments you mentioned... I can't help but note that one of my major thoughts was 'Derek's going to KILL ME!' Sad right?" Spencer laughs quietly as he looks Derek in the eye.

"Nope. Not in the least." Derek laughs. "Cuz you're right- knowing you makes me want to get a life insurance policy on you." Derek cocks his head as he catches sight of the unsub staring at Spencer with such intent- it was almost palpable.

"Derek?'" Spencer grips Derek's hand as the waiter sets their food in front of them.

"Huh, nuthin' babe..." Derek shakes his head, looking away from the man sitting two tables behind them.

Got 'em...Can you guys leave? Catch him in the act?" Prentiss notes.

Spencer cocks his head. He taps his fingers against the table.

"Der- I'm sorry, but I'm not..."Spencer stares down at his plate- face paling.

"Are you okay? Maybe we should..." Derek whispers, concern pulling at his face.

"Please?" Sperek's voice is weak. He pushes his self to stand- and Derek helps him up.

Derek quickly settles the bill and they make a hasty exit. They round the corner to the dark parking lot.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Derek says and Spencer shakes his head.

"I think...I need to- stop." His voice is thick with sickness as he slumps against Derek.

There are light footsteps padding behind them.

Before Derek can turn, the cold barrel of a gun is pressed against the small of Derek's back- and the harsh smell of sweat and...excitement fill the air around them.

'You're filth. What makes you think it's okay to go gallivanting around town- you're immorality around. You need to be whipped off the face of the earth you...FILTH! The unsub hisses as he digs the barrel harder.

Reid whips around, putting the unsub in a hold that Morgan taught him in one their private sessions of defense training.
Morgan escapes his grasp and pins the man to the ground.

"You're a coward- pinning a grown ass man from behind." Morgan spits as he jerks handcuffs on their man, gravel and dirt biting his face.

The team and police swarm the place...whisking the man to the back of a police car.

Morgan's sighs, wrapping Reid in the tightest of hugs.

Reid sighs.

Morgan kisses the top of Reid's head.

"I love you kid."

"I know...just returning the favor." Reid whispers in Morgan's neck.

The team heads over to them...every thing's going to be just fine.

A/N: I tried...