Chapter Nineteen: The Reflexive Unit

A/N: Just FYI, the story will be coming to a close soon. I have plans to end it by the end of the month, and I wanted you all to know so you won't be shocked in October like, "Blue, what the fucking hell, we didn't see this coming." Now you do. Thanks for all of your love and support and reviewing and favoriting and following! It's been truly wonderful writing for every single one of you thus far.

-B. Ollie

P.S. Rayne McKenna, I'm starstruck when you review because I've been reading your stuff for months and it's so much more brilliant than anything I've written. Ever. Honestly, I started this fic after reading all of yours because I figured, hell, if I really try I can almost be as good as her. Just felt like you needed to know that I'm a fangirl over your stuff.

Sorry if I creeped you out just now.

I kind of do that sometimes.

God, this is awkward.

Uhhm...

Bye.

Spencer strode up to JJ's closed office door the next day, knocking patiently thrice. He heard her rise on the other side and her heels made small thumps across the floor as she made her way toward the door. As it opened, her face lit up, "Am I about to get a detailed recalling of your hot homo sex today?"

"A detailed recalling of my what?" Spencer sighed, fully prepared to stop trying to understand her.

She grinned brightly and thrust the door open, "Don't worry about it, enter!"

Spencer walked into the door and eased into the chair before her desk. He was still a little sore in all the right places from Derek and his make-up sex. Speaking of make-up sex, Spencer thinks it would be a good idea for them to pick fights with each other if only for it. He watched with patience as JJ scampered over to her side of the desk, sat, and pulled her knees up as if she were a child, waiting eagerly to hear a fairy tale from her babysitter. Spencer grimaced, "I didn't come in here to say anything about Derek… well, not particularly. He's not really the star of the story here."

JJ asked quickly, "Then, who is it? Is it you? Oh! And who's the antagonist?!"

Spencer replied calmly, "The antagonist is my bed. I think it's cursed."

JJ paused, "…"

"…" Spencer replied.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "You're not serious, are you?"

"Yes, I am. This bed causes fights. Like real, possible relationship-ruining fights," Spencer stated.

JJ gasped, "I refuse to believe you fight."

Spencer replied, "Sorry to break your heart, but we fight just like everyone else. Well, actually, we don't. On average, couples fight 312 times a year. We've had about nine fights in one month, so if we keep on this stride we'll be in a extremely healthy relationship. All in all, we're perfectly normal."

JJ rolled her eyes, "Just...not the bed part. That's a little weird."

Spencer shrugged plainly, "I don't know what else it would be. Derek and I rarely ever bump heads. And when we do, it's about something stupid like where we're going for dinner, or why he always picks the hotel room miles away from mine. But, every single time we try to do something in my bed, it crashes and burns. I mean, we were full-scale yelling at each other last night. It was horrible."

"Oh, Spencer," JJ said with a worried expression on her face.

He sighed, "We got over it. Talked it out. Had make-up sex. It was all very nice in the end, so it's really no big deal."

JJ nodded, "Are you sure?"

Spencer scratched behind his ear, "Yeah, I am, it's just…the bed. Do you think it's the bed? I think it's the bed."

JJ mumbled, "I think it's the people in the bed."

Spencer pleaded, "JJ, come on. Focus, here. This is a cursed object we're talking about! For all we know, my bed is some fucked up version of the TV from Poltergeist!"

She shrugged, "Well, you did say once that things don't happen when it's least convenient, it's just the moments in which it's least convenient we remember most."

"We've only seriously fought in that bed or because of that bed; literally nowhere else."

JJ asked, "And you're being honest with me?"

Spencer replied, "I wish I was lying."

JJ sighed and leaned her hand across the table toward Spencer's, "Maybe it's psychosomatic. Do you have any deep seated issues about sex? The location of your bed might trigger some of those because it's where you do the most thinking."

Spencer nodded at JJ's question, "Yeah, I do."

She gripped his hand patiently, "What are they?"

Spencer looked away, "I don't want to talk about it."

She asked quietly, "Has someone ever hurt you?"

"No! No. Never," Spencer replied, "It's just… I have… please, tell no one about this. Can you promise me?"

JJ raised three fingers on her free hand, "Girl Scout's honor."

Spencer ran his fingers through his short hair nervously, "I… well, I'm sexually confused."

She cocked her head to the side, "Is that really possible? Like… does that… exist?"

Spencer played with the frayed edges of his waistcoat, "It's very real, I assure you."

JJ inquired, "What is it?"

Spencer bit his lower lip before responding, "It's when an idiot like myself doesn't know if I'm homosexual, heterosexual, bisexual, animal, vegetable, mineral, I could go on. I have no clue what I want and it's pissing me off!"

JJ took in the information, "That doesn't mean you're an idiot, that just means you don't know."

Spencer glared toward her, "To someone who knows more than the average person, it's quite disconcerting to be completely unaware of what's common knowledge to everyone else."

JJ snickered, "Oh, please, Spence, there's a lot of things that everyone knows that you seem completely oblivious to! Have you seen your people skills? Or lack thereof."

Spencer grimaced, "I'm learning, alright. Now, please. Help me out."

She shrugged, "Why don't we just be on the safe side and say you're bi until proven gay."

Spencer sighed, "But, Jayje, I like having regular sex with a guy. Doesn't that make me gay?"

JJ scoffed, "So? I like salad. Does that make me an herbivore?"

"…no. It doesn't," Spencer replied.

"Well, there you go," JJ said, patting his hand and pulling hers away, "If a person likes eating veal and chicken as well as salad, what does that make them?"

Spencer said quickly, "An omnivore."

JJ nodded, "And, there you go. Bisexual."

Spencer asked, "But I've never… eaten veal before, how would I know if I liked it or not?"

JJ stood up and walked over to Spencer's chair. He gave her a strange look and asked, "What are you doing?" She straddled his legs and ran a finger down to close his lips. JJ began to slowly unbutton his shirt and grab hard onto his tie. Spencer gulped and felt his face grow hot as she began to unbuckle his belt and run the zip of his pants down. The blood had now left his face, and he could feel it heading downward with arousal. Her hair smelled so good. Like strawberries. He touched it and combed his fingers down the blond tresses. It was beautiful. She locked eyes with him, her large blue orbs staring back at him as she sat perched on his lap all soft and warm and inviting. Fuck. JJ leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Are you turned on right now?"

He nodded quickly, his ears going red, "Oh, my God. Am I cheating? I don't want to be cheating. Get off me before I start cheating." Spencer closed his eyes.

She chuckled, getting off of his lap, "I still got it."

Spencer hurriedly fixed his shirt and tie, buckling up his pants as she sat back into her seat and took a sip of coffee as casually as she'd just walked down the street. JJ smiled, "Do you feel like that when Morgan straddles you?"

Spencer nodded.

JJ asked, "Do you feel like that when other guys straddle you?"

Spencer nodded.

JJ paused, "Wait, other guys have straddled you?"

Spencer nodded, looking toward his feet in embarrassment.

JJ sighed, taking another sip, "Congratulations, Reid, you're bisexual. Would you like a firm pat on the back, or an outright handshake? We could even hug. At this point, I don't mind."

He blinked, "It's just that easy?"

JJ scoffed, "Fuck yeah."

Spencer cocked his head to the side, "What about pansexual, or omnisexual, or monosexual?"

JJ replied, "Well, isn't pansexual more of an 'I fall in love with the person, not the gender' type thing?"

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows, "Technically 'pan' means all, which gives the allusion to being attracted to all genders. But, let's be honest since there are only two genders, they're just bisexuals who think they're free thinkers."

"Whoa, Spence! You're staring to sound a little Romney there. Before we get into this big argument about sexuality, let's just agree to disagree."

Spencer replied, "Fine."

There was a knock on the door and JJ called out, "Come on in."

"I'm going to need that bunch of files from the last paper trail we did, because we're missing a shit ton of signatures." Derek stuck his head into the room and spoke simply, "Speaking of things that need insane amounts of work, have you seen Reid?"

Spencer turned around in his chair, "Hey!"

Derek smiled innocently, "Oh, you didn't hear that, did you?"

JJ reached into the side of her desk drawer and pulled out a small pile with a thick red rubber band around it, "Is this the one you need? The Stevens-Lawrence case, right?"

Derek nodded, striding into the room and closing the door, "Yep. Thanks, Jay."

As she handed it over, JJ flashed Derek a smile, "Just thought you should know that your boyfriend told me all about the overwhelming hotness of your passionate, lust-driven sex last night."

Spencer squeaked, "No, I didn't!"

Derek patted Spencer's shoulder and let out a smile, "Oh, so you're already bragging, huh?"

Spencer shook his head, "No! I never said anything about it!"

"Fine, he's right. He didn't say anything today, but a few weeks ago, he told me about the chocolate sauce." JJ grinned, "You should have seen how much he blushed when he told me. Good job, Morgan. The world needs more men like you."

Derek winked, "Just doing my job."

There was another knock on the door. Derek yelled over to it, "It's open!"

Prentiss strode in with an arm full of papers, "Hey, Garcia called in and wants Morgan and Reid to check something out, but I can't seem to find any of—wow, the whole gang is in here!"

Spencer stood and headed to the door, "Well, there's my queue to leave."

Derek slapped him playfully on the rear as he walked past him and Spencer turned and gave him a very angry, very impatient look before continuing out of the room. As he exited, Derek sighed with a smile on his face, "He hates it when I do that."

Prentiss scoffed, "Pipe dream."

Spencer stuck his head back in the room with a face of sheer innocence, "What's a pipe dream?"

Derek and Prentiss went still for a moment until one of them spoke, and that one of them happened to be Derek, "Nothing—"

"Morgan doesn't have a crush on you!" she said quickly.

"Well, no shit, Sherlock." Spencer chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Morgan, are you coming or what?"

"Yeah," Derek smiled, walking out of the room after Spencer while raising his middle finger to Prentiss so that he could whisper into the door, "Fuck you very much for that."

She called back, "Well, telling him would only be a problem if he didn't love you back!"

As Derek shut the door, Derek strode quickly up to catch up to Spencer, "Did you hear her—"

"Yeah, she thinks I don't love you. Let's ride on that, okay, it's the only thing that's keeping her from exposing our asses right now," Spencer muttered over his shoulder, "Garcia can know, JJ can know. That's all fine and good. I love Em, I swear I do, but she'll tell the whole fucking world."

Derek sighed, "What if she doesn't?"

Spencer replied with a whispered, "You wanting to prove to her that I'm in love with you really wouldn't help anything but your ego in the long run."

Derek grinned, "I can't help it, my ego needs stroking."

Spencer stopped short and slowed Derek as the back of his hand collided with his well-built chest hissing under his breath, "You're brilliant, you're sexy, you're good in bed. Is that enough?"

"It's a band aid on a bullet wound, but I think I can handle it for now." Derek replied with a chuckle of glee.

Spencer began to walk again, "You're not off the hook for smacking my ass."

Derek sighed, "Fuck."

Spencer laughed cruelly, "Yeah, you're not getting any of that for a while as payback for what you've done. Consider it my final word on the matter."

Derek paused as they reached Garcia's office door, "Spencer, no."

Spencer's grin grew near Satanic, opening the door, "Yes."

Derek walked through it, set to do something about that as he closed the door behind him, "Baby girl, he's threatening me."

Garcia didn't even look up from her several computers as she replied, "What's he threatening you with that won't reflect off of your gleaming, shiny muscles?"

Derek glared in Spencer's direction, "He's withholding."

Garcia's head slowly rose from where it was buried in the big pile of monitors, "What did you do, Derek? Start the Apocalypse? You know how much Spencer loves dick."

Spencer sputtered, "How—how do you even know how much I love—I mean it's not like I do! It's just a little nice when—goddammit, Derek, what did you tell her?"

Derek shrugged, "That you love yourself some peen."

Spencer's face flushed and he hissed back at Derek, "Derek! What the hell?! Who said I loved it?!"

Derek replied, "You. Like seven times last night. During."

Garcia squealed with excitement, "No freaking way!"

Derek grinned over at his best friend, "Oh, yeah. He was loud as fuck too. It was really hot. We got three broomsticks to the ceiling that night because of his loud-ass love noises."

Spencer blushed, "So what? I'm vocal, okay?"

Garcia asked with a mischievous grin, "You're vocal, huh, Reid? Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, just how loud you were last night?"

Spencer hid his face with his hands, "Eight."

Derek laughed, "More like twelve."

Spencer growled through his fingers, "You know what, fuck you, Derek."

"I will happily fuck you, Spencer," Derek replied instantly.

Garcia mediated, "Ooh…"

Spencer felt his face get darker and he turned his back to Derek, "I'm so upset with you that I can't even look at you."

Derek said to Garcia, "That's Spencer's way of saying he's blushing."

Spencer lied, "I'm not blushing!"

Derek continued, "That's Spencer's way of saying he's definitely blushing."

Spencer groaned into his hands, "Derek."

Derek began to smile, "Love you too."

Garcia clapped her hands together with a grin, "You two are so freaking cute. I swear. I just called in to see how you were doing. Apparently you're alright. Your banter is adorable as well, so, I'm very much pleased."

Derek replied, "So, am I."

Spencer growled, "Don't worry, Garcia, he won't be as chipper when he realizes he's not getting sex for the next month of our relationship."

Garcia chuckled, "I'm pretty sure Morgan can get you to change your mind."

Derek walked over to Spencer and wrapped his arms around Spencer, cradling the back of his head with his large hands, "It's fine. You know I'd wait until you weren't pissed at me to strike."

Spencer's arms slid up and around Derek's shoulders as he embraced him back, saying tentatively, "Okay."

Garcia giggled, "Aww! You're hugging!"

Spencer tried not to enjoy it too much, growling, "I'm still mad."

"You're always mad," Derek whispered into his ear, "Except for when we're doing it."

Spencer attempted to pull away from Derek's arms, finding himself trapped, "Shut up…"

Garcia frantically clicked at her camera as her coworkers embraced. She grinned as the picture appeared on her camera phone and replied, "I'll just edit out Reid's tantrum face."

Spencer growled, "I'm not having a tantrum. I'm being squished by a gargantuan."

Derek smiled down at his ever cranky lover and ran a hand through his hair, "You're just jealous because I'm bigger than you."

Spencer murmured, "So what? I'm taller than you, so I don't really give a shit."

Garcia gasped, "Aww, man!"

Derek and Spencer paused their bickering to look over at Garcia whom was hissing at her Smart Phone. She groaned, "I accidentally deleted it!"

Spencer said under his breath, "Serves you right."

Garcia raised her phone and took a picture of the grumbling Spencer as he stood limply in Derek's arms. Derek countered that with a, "Hey, baby girl, see if you can get this!" Before Spencer could ask what his clever boyfriend was talking about, his lips were captured in a warm kiss. Spencer struggled for a moment against that melting feeling in his chest that rises when Derek kisses him as his eyes closed slowly. He was pissed at him, and he was set on being so for the next half hour. But, his arms were tightening around him and his lips were going lax against Derek's. He lifted a hand to press lightly to the side of Derek's face keeping him close. Spencer tries to hide it as often as he can, but he's so in love with him. The last thing he wants Derek to think is that he doesn't. Then, it was over and he was brought back to Earth, hearing a screech from Garcia that would rival the mating screech of a bat. She was hopping around in her seat and speaking in gasps and points. All Spencer could understand was "so sweet" and "adorable as hell" and "Spencer's little moan was so cute!" Wait, huh? He didn't moan, did he? That wouldn't have been at all the most brilliant thing to do in the presence of the perpetual fangirl that was Penelope Garcia. But, she didn't seem to care, none the less dislike it.

Derek grinned, "I think we rendered her speechless."

She pleaded, "Can I send this to JJ? Pretty, pretty please with every color sprinkle in the Sperek rainbow on it?!"

Spencer raised his eyebrow, "Sperek?"

Garcia raised her hand in explanation, "Yeah, Spencer and Derek. Sperek. Clever, right? I know. Jayje and I coined the phrase last week and you can't take it from us, it's our only source of happiness in this cold, cruel world."

Spencer looked slowly up to Derek as his arms loosened, "What the fuck is even happening?"

"Lord knows," Derek replied, his eyebrow raised and ready to judge, "Baby girl, you two might have a problem…"

She giggled, "We can stop whenever we want, my Chocolate God of All That is Sexy, but if you keep giving us large doses of guy-on-guy like that we just might OD."

Spencer buried his face in Derek's shirt, "Please tell me she didn't catch that on camera."

Garcia replied with a grin, "Dude, fuck pictures, I got it on video. There will be gifs in ten minutes."

Derek shook his head, "Girl, you a mess."

She winked, "A hot mess, you're loving it, hell yes."

Spencer found himself lying alone on his bed around one o'clock at night. The bookstore across the street was closed as well as the library. Sleep wasn't even an option after all those crime scene pictures ridden with splayed innards he'd seen that late afternoon. There was nothing on TV but reruns, and even the radio stations were playing crap music. So, he grabbed his laptop. Maybe he could look up some dissertations online and check them out. He did hear a new dinosaur exhibit was coming to the local museum, so there were bound to be new essays and updated research about velociraptors out. He doesn't really tell people this but… he's a major dino geek.

He clicked around his dated computer and found several websites claiming to have the most information on the new exhibit. Most of them were probably bullshit, so he decided to save time and go onto the museum website. Wow, there it was. One huge velociraptor was staring up at him from the square screen, calling him with his hooved hand. Talk about badass. He grinned and clicked on it. Holy shit information. There were seven theses on it, two essays of depth about dino eating patterns and a professorial observation. Spencer nearly wet himself with excitement as his eyes scanned the page greedily for information. Apparently, they were near insatiable omnivores that liked to stalk their prey before they—ring ring ring…

Spencer rolled his eyes and pushed the laptop to his side, glancing at his phone. This better be pretty goddamn important. He scowled and unlocked his phone to find that JJ had sent him a text message asking how he was doing. Spencer growled and silenced it. Fuck that. He's not responding. He loves JJ, he swears he does, but what she did today confused the living hell out of him. Sure, now he knows that he's bisexual and that helps a whole lot, but did she have to prove it quite like that? Did she have to touch him, breathe his air, and unzip his pants? Was that really fucking necessary? Spencer can still feel her light, tiny hands running down to put pressure below his belt, her soft, sweet smelling hair falling through his fingers, her warm, cushiony breasts pressing into his chest. He worried his lower lip between his teeth and shook his head free of the thoughts, trying with all of his might to will away his hard-on. Derek, he thought, I'm not in love with JJ, I'm in love with Derek. Spencer closed his eyes and thought back to the hot, passionate sex they'd had the night before. Fuck. Spencer hates thinking about what they do since he feels just as dirty as he is hungry for more. There is a full-on sexual complex going on in his head every time Derek enters his mind! He's gone decades without sex! Why can't he spend five minutes without it infiltrating his thoughts? Derek is irresistible and sensational and the moment their lips touch, he's insatiable. Bloody fucking hell. Derek's rough hands, strong arms, and musky scent turned him on so quickly. Every time he felt that touch, and saw those arms, and smelled that sweat, he knew he was going to get it. Hard.

Spencer sighed, a shaky hand running up his chest, mimicking the course way Derek touched him last night. Spencer's will do for now. His hand traveled into his hair and he let out a more uneasy breath and he tugged hard like Derek only does when he's really, really into it. Then, Spencer would moan into his ear that he loved it and Derek would pull and yank mercilessly. God, it hurt so good. Spencer gripped his hair again and keened softly as he felt his back arch into the palm he had subconsciously pressed to his crotch. He swore and ran the hand down the back of his neck, grabbing at the soft, sensitive hair above the skin like Derek did, rough and passionate. Fuck! Spencer was so turned on. He shoved his hand into his pants and stroked hard, forgetting his equation and feeling the pressure change with each slide like Derek does it. Unpredictable perfection. His free hand traveled up and down his chest as he thought of Derek claiming his hips in that bruising grip and fucking the shit out of him right there, right then. Spencer moaned aloud, "Derek, mmh! Oh, Derek! Yeah… yeah!" His breath picked up and he impatiently ran his tongue down his hand before shoving it back into his pants because like it or not, he was starting to chafe. Not sure if he liked it or not, he shrugged it off and continued. The need for release smacked Reason in the face and she took it like a whore. Spencer called out Derek's name again in a quivered voice as he stroked harder. He shoved a hand into his hair and hissed at the contact. His hips collided with his fist again and again, his fingers alternated attention between his clothed chest and his rumpled hair, and his breath came in shallow puffs.

Spencer could almost see Derek above him, face clear with concentration, brown eyes trained on his. As he gained more and more pleasure from the thought, one leg stretched out to lean over the side of the bed and give him a better angle. His striped socked foot made its way down the sheet. Yeah. Perfect. "Ahh, Derek, fuck!" Spencer gasped out, "Fuck, Derek, so good! Just like that!" Spencer desperately wanted to reach up and touch him, but he knew he wasn't there. So, he imagined his hand traveling up Derek's chest, past his neck, and along the side of his face. "Yes! Derek, yes! Yes!" Spencer breathed. He was so close. He whispered that into Derek's ear as Derek pushed hard against him in his mind.

Spencer was shocked into his orgasm as it ripped through him like a ghost. He didn't even give himself time to breathe as he murmured swears mere moments after it happened. Spencer yanked his hand out of his pants as if there was lava in there and wiped it off on a tissue, looking down at his body as if he was disgusted. Did he seriously just do that? Spencer wouldn't be so disappointed in himself if it wasn't the third time today. Sadly, he didn't have much more time to react before there was a calm, yet strained voice easing into the room, "Um… Reid? Morgan?"

Spencer ran his hand angrily across his face. Before picking up the phone that seemed to have mysteriously eased underneath his back and called someone while he was… uh… busy. The young doctor can't seem to catch a break today, so of course something like that would happen. He gave a curt, "Hello." to the person he'd probably just mind fucked into oblivion. Or disgust, he really doesn't know which. At this point, Spencer wasn't even going to make note of it. Whomever was on the other end of the phone had borne witness to way too much of his night, making it way worse than it had already been. Spencer sighed into the phone, "Yeah... sorry about that."

That familiar deadpan voice replied, "I need to see you and Morgan in my office first thing tomorrow morning. Is that clear to the both of you?"

Spencer paused, "Okay, look, I pocket dialed you, I understand. And I'm absolutely mortified. But Morgan has nothing to do with this, Hotch, please don't punish him because of my lapse in judgment!"

"What do you mean 'Morgan has nothing to do with it'? He was there, wasn't he?" Hotch asked.

"Oh, Hotch... you think..." Spencer felt his face flush as he answered quietly, "No, I… I'm on my own."

Hotch quickly responded, "Oh, thank God. I didn't want to have to fire you two."

Spencer sighed, "Yeah, well, don't worry about it. I'm still a lonely, pathetic loser, no difference here."

Hotch let out a chuckle, "Alright. Well, if you two ever… well, you know… let me know. We'll work on creating transfer options so that we don't have to let you go."

Spencer took in a deep breath, "Wait, you would potentially be okay with it if we were together?"

"Sure. You are both two consenting adults that can make your own decisions, and if you two decide that you want to enter a serious relationship, I trust that you will have made the right choice." Hotch replied.

Spencer pulled his knees up to his chest, and said with a smile, "So, you mean to say you think we're great together?"

Hotch retorted, "I said no such thing."

Spencer paused, "…do you ship us, Hotch?"

Hotch growled, "No."

Spencer began to laugh, "Oh, my God. That's… that's the funniest thing I've ever heard."

Hotch hissed, "All I'm saying is… you two are obviously sexually aware of each other and the tension is getting annoying. I very much enjoy having the both of you on our team, but if that means watching the two of you coexisting unhappily than I would rather you resolve it, and let me know your decision so that I can move one of you to a reflexive unit."

Spencer cocked his head to the side, "A reflexive unit?"

"Yes. There are some units of the Bureau that's main purpose us to service other ones. Say, if the BAU just happened to require the use of a residential genius, you would technically belong to a reflexive unit, but still work closely with us. It would be as if you never left except for the fact that a relationship between you and Agent Morgan wouldn't be forbidden. Looked down upon, yes, but technically not punishable by law."

Spencer's face broke out in a grin, "That's… amazing."

Hotch replied simply, "Loopholes are a hobby of mine."

Spencer sighed, realizing that he would need to talk to Derek before they even considered transferring him. He lied, "That would really help if we were actually together, but… there's a reason why I'm in this bed alone, you know. He doesn't love me, and I know that. I accept that."

Hotch responded, "Have you ever asked him?"

Spencer paused, "…no."

Hotch said, "You should get on that."

Spencer shook his head quickly, "I can't."

Hotch replied, "Or you could sit in your house, moaning and complaining like a scared little bitch."

Spencer gasped at Hotch's response, "Um…"

"What," Hotch replied, "Do you want the truth, or a lie?"

Spencer sighed, "The truth would be nice."

Hotch chuckled, "Good. I want a full report by Friday. Okay?"

Spencer saluted to the empty room, "Okay."

"Goodbye."

Spencer ended the call and stared at his phone. There's only one thing to do now. And he's going to do it.

A/N: Ermahgerd what's gonna happen next! Find out next week, my sexy zebras!

-Rhythm and Blue