A/N: This chapter title will eventually make sense.

Love,

Blue

Raising the Barre

CHAPTER TWELVE: Crouching Tigers and Sexy Radcliffes

After finding out that it was, indeed 8:47pm at night and the cameras had been off for hours, the pair breathed easier. Derek had walked back into his hotel with an effortless grin on his face that night. He'd just dropped Spencer off at his apartment. Yet, Spencer didn't go inside the moment they pulled into the parking space. Spencer pulled Derek in with a smile and kissed him for like five minutes before saying goodnight. Then, Spencer turned and headed back into the car, opening the driver's side and settling himself in Derek's lap so that he could initiate one more kiss. Just one more. Or five. Or twenty. Pulling apart was hard, but they promised to think of the other until the next night, the sappy bastards.

By the end of the night, half of Derek was all blissed out and perky, and the other half of him was stuck in a constant state of "holy shit that was so fucking crazy I can't believe we did that in the studio what the fuck is wrong with us". He slept on a happy cloud and woke up bright and early. Brushing his teeth in the morning with a smile on his face, Derek decided that he was going to go for a jog and embrace the beautiful, beautiful sun. He just feels awesome today. Fucking high on life.

He strapped on a pair of Nikes and made his way out of the revolving door and ran for a half hour. It felt good to do it again, truthfully. He hadn't done long-distance runs and conditioning since he'd left the NFL, and he was surprisingly good at keeping his breaths even and his heart rate leveled after all of the constant physical pressure dancing put on him. He smiled again. There was just nothing wrong in the world. He was in love. The children are smiling, the grass is a beautiful green, and he totally got Spencer naked last night.

Like, seriously, wow.

He actually did that.

As he settled down for a cool down walk and raised his hand to some random teenager walking the opposite direction. The teenager paused, gave him a funny look and hesitantly slapped his hand. Derek pointed at him and grinned as he strode past him, "It's a great day, my man! A great day!"

The teenager started walking faster, pushing past a couple people to get away from him while wiping his hand off on his jeans.

Needless to say, his mood was still sunny by the time he made it to his dressing room. Not a moment later, there was a knock on the door. Derek opened it. Greg the PA was on the other side and half walked, half pushed his way into the room, asking frantically, "Have you seen Doc?"

Derek paused, "…sadly no, not yet. Why?"

Greg pushed his glasses up his nose and brought his clipboard up to Derek's face, "He didn't check in! We have two hours until show time, and we don't know where he is! He's not in his dressing room, he didn't speak to Margie. No one can find him and if he doesn't show up, we're going to have to—"

"Greg, Greg! Calm down, I'm here," Spencer's voice called from the hallway as he squeezed his way through the crowded hallway in one of his little old man outfits. He was wearing a grey tie, a purple shirt and grey waistcoat over black slacks and those ever-present Chuck Taylors. The dancer pushed his hair out of his face and approached the PA, "Traffic was a literal bitch, I'm serious. I was stuck on the highway for twenty three minutes and the little girl in the car beside me kept calling me ma'am."

Greg handed him a pen and Spencer took it, signing the sheet, "It won't happen again, I'm sorry."

"Whatever," the PA paused and pointed to Spencer's neck, "…what's that?"

Spencer slapped his hand over the red mark on the underside of his jaw, "Bee sting."

The PA rolled his eyes before waddling away, "Sure."

"He's got his panties even more in a twist than usual, huh?" Spencer leaned on the door frame and chuckled with a quieter whisper as Greg walked off, "Thanks for biting all over me last night, by the way. Now, I'm walking around with a neon sign on my neck that says 'slut'."

Derek winked, "You're welcome."

Spencer glared at him, "Megan in make-up is going to tease me until I die."

Derek answered easily, "Well, if you hadn't Wolverine'd my back, maybe I would have gone easier on you."

Spencer licked his lip and smiled devilishly, "You liked it, you kinky son of a bitch."

Derek looked Spencer up and down, "You liked it more."

"Oh, shoot! Before I forget, I have something to give you!" Spencer pushed Derek into his dressing room and closed the door, locking it behind him. Derek paused as Spencer let his eyes roam all over him like he was Thanksgiving dinner.

Derek asked worriedly, "What… is it?"

"This," Spencer grabbed Derek by his tee shirt and pulled him close until their lips touched. His arms wrapped around Derek's body as he stilled his partner under the attack. Spencer kissed him deep and slow, tongue flirting with the edge of Derek's lips. Derek melted under the embrace and impromptu make out session Spencer seemed eager to start. Derek grabbed at Spencer's tie to pull him in even closer, their chests colliding as Spencer pushed a breath away from Derek's lips to pant out, "Just so you know, I never do that, dude. I don't screw around on the ground like that. I'm not that impatient, I swear. I can usually make it to a bed at the very least, but… Jesus, man. What we did… what we fucking did… on the sacred studio floor nonetheless… I deserve to be hung with an arch stretcher. We both do."

Derek held tightly onto his waist and kissed him back, "Oh, trust me I know. The gods of dance are frowning down upon us."

"Goddesses actually, Terpsichore if you were going to be specific to one. Greek, one of the nine muses," Spencer pressed into the kiss, moaning against his dance partner's lips.

Derek whined, "Spencer."

"Sorry, sorry! Kiss me," Spencer replied, pulling them closer and sighing out in relief, "Mmm... yeah."

Derek kissed him back as he obliged, looping Spencer's tie around his hand and tugging, "Somebody's still heated from last night."

Spencer groaned into the kiss and breathed, "I am. It's me. I'm sorry. I just can't stop thinking about what we got up to. How you made me feel. How hard I came."

Derek whispered against his lips, "Felt good, didn't it? Getting nasty with a student? Being a little bad for a change?"

Spencer added, "No, seriously, Derek. You don't understand. I cannot physically stop my mind from wandering to it. I dropped coffee on myself twice this morning thinking about your lips... and your tongue... and your hands," Spencer let out a soft moan, "I can't focus. At all. I missed an exit on turnpike that's why I got caught in that traffic jam and I'm late on top of it I mean, Christ, man. You're fucking me up here."

Derek cuffed Spencer's chin playfully, "I can't believe I turned you into even more of a weirdo than you were before."

"Well, you did, and…" Spencer pulled away and tugged on his own hands, wringing them a few times before starting, "You know what, fuck it. I'm an adult. I'm just going to say this before I lose my nerve… come home with me tonight."

Derek teased him, "For what?"

Spencer stammered, "W-well, for… not for sex, obviously—well, not obviously, because if it turns into that, you know, hey—I just… uh, I was j-just asking you to… like chill, because I want to bond and… God, I don't mean like 'brotherly bonding', but I kind of do, but not in an incest way, I… I, uh... shit."

Derek jumped in, "We could order some pizza, watch a movie, and play some Mario Kart. Maybe check out an episode of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Ogle some titties."

Spencer nodded easily, considering Derek's proposition, "I do like titties."

Derek winked, "Who doesn't? Sound like a plan?"

"Y-yeah. That sounds… yeah." Spencer agreed quickly and his hand raised to push the hair out of his face, "Whew. Alright. Glad that's over."

Derek chuckled, "You're really bad at asking people out."

"I am," Spencer blushed, asking, "So… eleven o'clock?"

Derek asked, "It's a… date?"

Spencer scrunched up his face.

Derek tried again, "It's a... casual friendly get-together?"

Spencer shook his head, "No, that insinuates I don't want your tongue halfway down my throat at some point in the night," Spencer corrected himself, "Several points in the night," he rolled his eyes and added, "Mostly… all of the night with clothing being an optional factor."

Derek interjected, "It's a… thing?"

Spencer grinned, "Yes! There we go. Perfect."

"Well, awesome. I can't wait for the 'thing', then," Derek replied, leaning in for a kiss. Spencer smiled into it and wrapped his arms around Derek's shoulders, leaning his head to the side. Derek's arms came up to fit around Spencer's waist. The dancer opened his mouth a little bit and Derek laughed darkly, deepening the kiss nice and slow.

Spencer parted their lips, "Would you object if I asked you to sit on the vanity counter?"

Derek made an indecisive sound, "Ehh…"

Spencer ran his hand down Derek's chest and looked up at him through his eyelashes, "Please? I'm barely containing the urge to rip your clothes off. All I want in return is… you know."

"Feisty little wildcat," Derek kissed Spencer again, "We've got like twenty minutes to be changed and downstairs for final rehearsal."

Spencer pouted against Derek's lips, hands falling to his chest, "We're just going to make out for a couple minutes. Then we'll change really really fast. My costume's in my duffel and my duffel is right next to you, this will totally work out."

Derek sighed and sat himself up on the counter, "It better."

Needless to say, it did not indeed "totally work out". It failed miserably. The two got tangled up in each other very easily. Derek sat on the counter just like Spencer wanted him to, and it felt kind of nice, giving the dancer the reins for a chance. Spencer's quite the alpha male when he wants to be-which is surprisingly often. Looking at him, one would assume that he's more submissive and docile when it comes to his sexuality, but that's not necessarily the case. He's deliciously rough with his hands, deep with his kisses, and he enjoys the act of seduction. When they're alone, he play fights Derek for the sexual upper hand, and sometimes he uses his cuteness to cheat. He'll pout his lip, or peek out under those bangs with his big brown eyes and in Derek's moment of weakness, he'll push him against a wall and just… mmm.

Like a man.

It's so hot.

God, he likes hooking up with Spencer. He really, really likes it.

Together, their kisses were filled with so much passion, their touches so ballsy, their breaths so hot. It was like setting foot in a tornado. A sexy, sexy tornado that whipped and trapped and consumed the two men in the eye of lust. Before they knew it, Spencer was shoving himself between Derek's legs and the football player was dry humping them to completion with one hand in Spencer's hair and one grasped firmly on his ass. Their lips were pressing and parting, their heads turning and leaning, tongues tangling and rubbing. Spencer tried to pull Derek's shirt off, but didn't want to move from his spot right against his chest. He managed a few buttons by the time they were coming in each other's laps, panting out exhalations as quietly as they could. As per usual, Spencer was first, biting on Derek's lip and growling out, "Yes! Uhh!" Derek followed, lower lip still trapped in Spencer's teeth as he called out Spencer's name a shockingly loud moan.

Spencer released his lip and leaned against Derek, pressing little kisses to the side of his neck as he tried to calm himself down. The dancer's hands roamed all over Derek's chest and he breathed softly into his skin. Derek closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Spencer, burrowing his face into his hair and breathing in that vanilla shampoo. Spencer whimpered shakily, "Fucking shit, man. I just came so hard."

Derek gasped out a laugh as he tried to catch his breath, "Sure sounded like it."

Spencer panted out, "It's kind of disorienting, to tell you the truth."

Derek asked, "You don't like it?"

Spencer kissed Derek's neck gently, "No, that's not what bothers me. It just doesn't seem scientifically possible to have such an intense orgasm. Especially twice in a row. There has to be an explanation; some sort of biological trick. How do you do it?"

Derek nibbled on Spencer's ear, "Have you considered the fact that I'm sexy as hell and turn you on beyond all reason?"

"Of course," Spencer laughed.

Derek snickered, "That might have something to do with it, kid."

"Duh, I'm just saying. You might have some kind of technique or something." Spencer's head popped up and he looked right at Derek, his face flushed in a beautiful glow, "You've probably cracked a scientific code! Dude! High five!"

Derek slapped his hand and grinned, blissed out as he came down from his high, "Is this post-fuck high five going to be a thing, because I've got to be honest… it's corny as hell."

Spencer wrapped his arms around Derek's shoulders, looking into his eyes before leaning in and kissing his partner's lips, "I think it's cool."

Derek kissed him back, "Your mom's cool."

Spencer kissed at Derek's rough cheek, "Your mom's hot."

Derek gasped, pressing a kiss to Spencer's lips, "Damn right, she's hot. I had to get it from somewhere."

Spencer chuckled through his kiss, "I'd call you a pompous jerk if you weren't right. You are pretty cute."

"Come again?" Derek winked.

Spencer breathed against his lips, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Hyper-Masculine. You're an awe-inspiring Greek God carved out of sex, desire, and soiled panties."

Derek smiled back as the dancer pulled him in for a hard, searching kiss, "Better." Their arms wrapped up around each other and Derek felt his blood pound in his ears as his spent dick gave a weak twitch. Holy shit, he doesn't know how Spencer does it, but his kisses make Derek grow skin grow feverish, sensitive, and all pins and needles.

"If I tell you something right now, will you promise to not tell another soul?" Spencer growled into the kiss.

Derek licked his way into Spencer's puffy mouth, "Depends, will you stop kissing me?"

Spencer scoffed, "Dude, if you haven't noticed, I'm kind of addicted to your lips. That would be hard for me."

Derek chuckled into his mouth, "Go on."

Spencer climbed onto Derek's lap, running his lips down Derek's neck, "Warning. It's kind of strange and kind of dirty at the same time."

Derek panted out, grabbing the dancer, lifting him, and pulling their hips to a meet, "Wouldn't be you if it wasn't."

"God, it's hot when you do that grabby lifty thingy," Spencer chuckled, locking eyes with Derek.

Derek chuckled darkly, "I know. Now, get to confessing, altar boy."

"I just…" Spencer's voice got a little quiet, "… I really want to I dance for you."

Derek replied, "You dance for me every day."

Spencer's voice got even quieter as he added, "Not that kind of dance, Derek."

Derek started to smile, "I'm listening."

Spencer wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and pulled himself closer, breathing out as he let a hand trail slowly down his partner's broad chest, "I want to slip on something really… really… really hot. I want to sit you down on the couch. Get nice and comfortable on your lap. Sound good so far?"

Derek kissed higher on Spencer's neck, lips chasing his jawline, "A lap dance? From you? Not at all what I expected, but I'm not going to question it."

"Is it so difficult to imagine?" Spencer asked quietly.

Derek laughed out, "Yeah. I mean… I can't see it. At all. You're a ballet dancer, you do ballroom, you have an encyclopedia brain. You're a good boy. Good boys don't strip."

Spencer smiled as Derek's lips made their way to his neck, "Well, I'll have you know that I'm very experienced in several forms of exotic dance. Don't let my classical training fool you." Spencer lowered his voice to a whisper, "I can get pretty wild if there's not someone around to tame me. Want the reigns, Football?"

"Baby, do I?" Derek pressed a kiss to the dip of Spencer's collarbone, "Mmm, I like this side of you."

"Just wait until I get you alone," Spencer continued, "We're going to put on some sexy music," Spencer kissed his lips, "I'm going to start taking things off nice and slow," Spencer kissed him again, "I'm going to get you so close, babe. Rub against you in the skimpiest thing I can find," Spencer kissed him a third time, "Then, I'm going to get on my knees for you. Show you a real good time. Hmm?" Spencer brushed his lips against Derek's ear and asked softly, "You like that, baby?"

Derek groaned against his lips, "Fuck."

Spencer laughed boyishly, pushing Derek back a moment to look into his eyes, "In exchange, you do the same for me."

Derek made a face, "What? Are you kidding? I've never stripteased in my life."

"You'd be incredible at it," Spencer breathed, eyes glazing over for a moment as he looked Derek over, "… your neck and your chest and your fucking tattoos, I swear to God."

Derek waved a hand in front of Spencer's face, "Bro."

Spencer looked up at him with a slightly dazed look on his face, "Biceps…"

Derek added, "You with me, here?"

Spencer blinked rapidly, "Y-yeah. What were we talking about?"

Derek laughed, "Exotic dancing."

"Man, I'm sorry," Spencer leaned his head over, offering his neck for more kisses, "I haven't had sex in eight months. You underestimate how horny I am."

Derek pulled harder on his hair, "Damn, that's a while."

Spencer's neck snapped up further, and he snickered darkly, "It gave me way too much time to think. You don't want me thinking."

Derek whispered into his ear, "I really do."

"No… you don't," Spencer looked into Derek's eyes with a mischievous glint in them.

Derek kissed along Spencer's jaw, "I'm not sure if I'm scared or turned on or both."

"Oh, you're both. Trust me," Spencer breathed out with a sly smile.

There was a sharp banging on the door as Greg's voice rang out from the other side, "Derek Morgan?"

Derek and Spencer jumped in each other's arms.

Greg continued, "You're past due for make-up. They're getting upset. Are you in here?"

Derek kissed Spencer quickly and the two scrambled up. Derek shoved Spencer behind the door and opened it, breathing heavily with a damp face, "Hi. Greg. 'Sup, man."

The PA growled, "'Sup. 'Sup? You're late. You're sweaty. You're not changed. Your lip is bleeding. And all you've got to say for yourself is 'sup?!"

Derek wiped at his stinging lower lip, "Yeah. I'll change and I'll be down there in two minutes, alright?"

Greg grimaced, "Alright. Red Room in fifteen. I'm going to go off and tell your partner the same thing. Seems like both of you are acting out today."

Derek held out his hands, "Wait, no!"

Greg paused, "…why?"

Derek lied easily, "I saw him just a second ago. He's on his way to make-up."

Greg folded his arms, "You sure about that?"

Derek nodded, "Yeah."

"…I'm watching you, Morgan," Greg narrowed his eyes before stalking off.

Derek slammed the door shut and Spencer cackled out, "Holy shit. We almost got caught."

There was a knock on the door and Derek slammed a hand over his partner's mouth and opened the door with his free hand, grinning with one arm behind the door, "Hey… Greg."

Greg glared, "I came back to remind you to pick up your mic pack from Larry."

Derek gave him a thumbs up.

Greg added, "Then, I heard something that sounded a lot like Doc."

Derek bluffed through his teeth, "That's his ringtone. He's probably texting me right now asking why I'm not downstairs."

Greg placed his hands on his hips and replied disbelievingly, "Your ringtone for your instructor is 'holy shit, we almost got caught'?"

Spencer peeked around the edge of the door, "Hi. We'll be down in a sec, Greg. Just… calm down. Remember that yoga pose I showed you?"

Greg's eyes widened, "What are you doing in his dressing room? Why are you two so sweaty and rumpled?"

Derek piped in, "We were rehearsing and got caught up in it. I lied because I didn't want him to get in trouble."

Greg nodded and laughed, "Oh, you should have said. I wouldn't have given you heat for that. Good luck, guys."

Spencer waved, "Later, Greg."

Greg headed down the hallway, "Break a leg."

The men waved and grinned and as the PA disappeared, Derek shoved them back into the dressing room, "That was way too close."

Spencer chuckled quietly, eyes glazed over in fear, "It really was. I can't believe we got away with that. This is nervous laughter, by the way. I can't control it."

"I know. You get all giggly when you're nervous. And you do that hair thing," Derek grabbed his duffel and ripped it open, pulling his costume out.

Spencer's hand paused on his way to his hair, "…and sometimes my bladder becomes unstable, but that only happens in extreme cases."

"Eww. You've pissed yourself?" Derek asked incredulously.

Spencer shook his head quickly, "No, I've made it to a lavatory."

"Yeah, okay. Get dressed," Derek rolled his eyes and snickered, tugging his own shirt over his head. He unzipped his jeans and paused, noticing that Spencer hadn't said a word in response. Spencer was staring at him. While flattering, this really wasn't the time. Derek snapped his fingers in front of Spencer's face, "We're late, dude. Move your ass."

Spencer clapped, "Yeah, you're right."

Derek stepped out of his pants and dug out a fresh pair of boxer-briefs, stripping his dirty ones and cleaning himself off on them before sliding the clean ones up his legs. He rifled through his costume pile for his black dance slacks, glancing over at Spencer whom was fumbling with his vest as he watched Derek search his bag in his underwear. Derek rolled his eyes and headed over to Spencer, "Need some help, kid?"

Spencer shook his head, pulling his vest off easily with a blushing face, "I-I got it."

Derek walked back to his clothing pile, pulling the pants out and waving them out before stepping into them and fastening them. All he needs is the red tee shirt. Where's that shirt? He searched through the pile, feeling Spencer's movement behind him. Within a moment, Spencer was standing right at his back, holding him around his waist and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. Derek looked into the mirror in front of him and saw his partner's chin rested on his shoulder. Spencer looked back at him through the mirror, "You're... beautiful, Derek."

"Awwh," Derek turned in his arms, pulling Spencer close and kissing him softly, "Thank you for telling me. You're sweet, you know that?"

"Whatever," Spencer asked as Derek kissed him, "On a totally unrelated topic, do you have my white tunic? Because I have your costume tee."

Derek replied, slapping his partner's ass, "Yeah, I do. I was looking for my shirt just now."

Spencer smiled back, "Awesome. So… considering we almost got busted just now… we need codenames and buzzwords, fast."

"I've been waiting my whole life for a code name," Derek grinned, "I call Crouching Tiger 007."

Spencer laughed, "Okay."

Derek pointed at him, "I'm serious, man. You can't take this from me."

Spencer grinned, "I won't. I was gunning for Sexy Radcliffe."

Derek asked, "And if we're referring to our… arrangement in public, we call it…"

Spencer jumped up and down, "Mission: Impossible!"

Derek nosed against Spencer's neck, "Perfect."

Spencer questioned, "What's going to be our buzz word for sex?"

Derek chuckled, "You really are a closet horndog, aren't you?"

Spencer jumped again, "That's it! Corndog. I can hear it now. 'Hey, Derek, I could really go for a corndog right now'. 'Yeah, sure Spencer. I've gone one right here in my pants'."

"You're way too into this," Derek shook his head disapprovingly.

The group of eighteen waited in the balcony as the first pair of the night went up to dance. Spencer and Derek were the sixth pair to dance, so they had four pairs ahead of them if they didn't count Sharna and her failure of a star. Spencer walked right over to Karina and the two hurdled into conversation about modern dance or something. Derek shrugged and took a seat right between Emily and Penelope, wrapping his arms around the backs of their seats, "'Sup, bitches. Papi's here."

Penelope wrapped her arms around him and laid a head on his shoulder, "Oh, have I missed you, my sexy chocolate Adonis. I need you more than words can speak."

"And I, you, Baby Girl," Derek grinned, kissing her forehead and turning to Emily, "Missed you too, Miss Prentiss. What's new?"

Emily pointed across the couch at her partner, "Hough and I got the Argentine Tango."

Derek tutted out, "Ooh, tough break."

Emily leaned in, "Mr. Stick Up the Ass acts like you guys were no threat last week, but he became a drill sergeant on Wednesday. Team Wild Card's scaring the shit out of him. He respects your pairing and all, but he really doesn't want to lose to two dudes. It's already bad enough being beaten out by one male professional, add another man trumping him at the same time and well… Hough no happy."

Derek spoke haughtily, "Well, he's going to deal with it. Spencer and I have a really good dance in the bag this week. We're going for the sympathy vote."

Penelope gasped, "How? Isn't this about the best year of your life?"

Derek nodded, "Yeah, I picked the year before my dad passed."

The girls cooed, "Awwh!" and hugged him, apologizing for his loss and rubbing his back. Derek briefly wondered why he didn't use this more often to get chicks. As the girls were consoling him, he felt eyes on him. Derek glanced up to see Derek Hough glaring at him. Derek winked from his spot on the couch, lounging without a care in the world, covered in bitches. Weekday. The professional dancer gestured that he was watching Derek. Derek flinched and Hough did it again. The football player may have stuck his tongue out at him. Ha! Take that, Derek Hough.

Emily asked, "Was it recent?"

Derek put on his bashful sigh that was 96% bullshit and answered, "No, I was ten."

Penelope gasped, "You were just a kid? Aww, honey!"

Emily worried, "Poor baby!"

Derek chuckled as the girls moved closer and patted his chest, cooing consoling words. Hough narrowed his eyes at Derek. What now, bro, Derek thought at him, I've got your girl.

Emily looked up at him added, "We're doing our Tango on the year my band got together in college. It's not going to be nearly as deep and emotional."

Penelope sighed, "And Gleb and I are doing a Jazz piece on me and Kevin's engagement. This must have been such a hard week for you. What dance are you doing, Derek?"

Derek answered, "Viennese Waltz."

"Whoa!" Emily furrowed her eyebrows, "You're way too calm to be doing the Viennese Waltz."

Derek replied, "It's all about how you look at it. When I was worrying before the Quickstep, I messed up. I just have to let go and let God, you know? We worked hard this week, and if we knock it out of the park, we do. If we fall flat on our face, that's what happens," Derek added, "Besides, Spencer thinks it's my 'spirit dance' or some shit. Whatever makes him happy..."

"Speaking of 'Spencer'," Penelope gasped, poking at Derek's sides, "Are you two still fighting?"

Derek gave a poorly concealed smile, "No."

Emily asked, "Did he change his mind about your question?"

Derek shook his head, "No."

Penelope shrieked, "Then how the hell did you two make up?!"

Derek waved his arm over his head until Spencer caught his eye. He asked him, "They already know about Mission: Impossible. Can I tell them about the corndogs we had yesterday?"

Spencer blushed and made an angry face at him, "Derek!"

"Please? I want to brag," he grinned, "They were really good, man, you know what I'm talking about."

Spencer folded his arms, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, "Fine. No… giving the away secret ingredients. I want to keep the recipe as private as possible."

Derek blew him a kiss, "Thanks, Pretty Boy."

Spencer narrowed his eyes at Derek before continuing his conversation with Karina.

Derek looked at the two girls beside him and gestured them close. They crowded his space and he whispered to them, "We got naked last night."

The girls screeched and everyone on the couch looked over at them, including a red faced Spencer. Derek shushed them and waited until everyone's heads were turned to continue, "It was passionate, sexy, borderline illegal, and at some point, I think I saw God."

Penelope shook his arm, "Details, man, details!"

Before he could say anything else, he heard Karina gasp out, "Shut! Up! You didn't! Doc, you slut!" Spencer locked eyes with Derek and challenged him. Whoa, Spencer just told Karina. Just like that, the playing field is leveled.

Spencer spoke, "You have two people, I have two people. It's fair now."

Derek shrugged, "I guess it is."

Karina leaned in and whispered something in Spencer's ear, glancing at Derek.

Spencer replied, eyes on Derek as he answered her question, "…very, very small."

Derek gasped, "He's lying. He's lying!"

Spencer tossed a wink his way, "Tell Carlisle I said 'hi'."

Derek pointed at him, "Don't you fucking bring up Carlisle after what you just said about him."

"Hey, back to us," Emily pawed at Derek, "Who the hell is Carlisle?"

Derek rolled his eyes, "My penis."

Emily paused, "…I don't understand."

Derek shrugged, "You kind of had to be there."

Penelope butted in, "Then, let's move on. Where, when, how, why? We need details here, Derek. Our significant others are on the other side of the country. We are suffering from No-Dick Syndrome and your stories are the medicine."

Derek gave Spencer one last glare and the two girls moved in closer as he spilled, "After he left the ballroom, I looked for him to apologize. I found him in the studio after hours. He was waiting for me because he kind of knew I'd look there."

Emily asked, "Isn't it locked at night?

"Yeah, we broke in," Derek replied.

Emily sighed with a smile, "How romantic."

"Then, we yelled at each other until we made up. We started goofing around, dancing and chasing each other and stuff." Derek added.

Penelope grinned, "Aww. That's adorable."

Derek smiled and continued, "Then, he kissed me and… we just… didn't stop."

Emily giggled and wrapped her arm around Derek's, whispering, "So… how was he? Fumbly and nervous, or sexy stallion?"

"Neither," Derek felt his face gather blood, "He was himself and it was perfect. One of the best nights I've ever had. But, don't let him know I told you that."

Penelope squealed and grabbed Derek's other arm, "I love it! You guys are so cute! I totally dub me and Emily your fag hags!"

"I've never had one of those before," Derek asked, "What are they?"

Penelope informed, "It's when a straight girl is total besties with a gay guy. She becomes his fag hag."

Emily added, "And it's a lot of fun, because we all get to go shopping together, and get our nails done, and watch Sandra Bullock movies, and—"

Derek interrupted her, "That sounds like torture, can we literally do none of that?"

Penelope pouted, "Then, what are we going to do together?"

Derek shrugged, "Watch hockey, play Madden, see how fast we can finish three boxes of pizza without barfing."

Emily sighed against Derek's arm and said to Penelope, "Wait, so you're not the swishy type?"

"Swishy type of what?" Derek asked her.

Emily prodded him, "You know… the swishy, girly gay guy. That's not you?"

Derek laughed loudly, "Are you kidding? I used to beat those dudes up in high school! Hell no, that ain't me."

Emily gasped, "You used to—"

Derek spoke up in his defense, "I had a lot of deep seated issues about myself. I'd always tossed the pigskin, hung with the boys, played the protector when it came to my family. It wasn't an act or anything, it was just who I was—who I am. I also happened to have the biggest crush on Kenny Washington, who also happened to be the school… you know," Derek flicked his hand in an effeminate way.

Penelope pushed at Derek's side, "Ooh, drama!"

Derek added, "My God, he was cute, you know, for a nerdy redbone boy. He was smart, he was sassy, and he could run real fast which totally helped when my boys went after him every Monday."

Emily grinned, "Seems like you have a type."

"Shut it, you," Derek said fondly, continuing with his story, "So, one day, I faked like I needed help in math so I could get away with hanging out with him. He'd never give a guy like me a chance, I mean, I'm a dick and he was… way out of my league. Within a couple of sessions, he knew I was pretending to be shit at my studies, but for some reason, he kept letting me hang out with him. Then, one day, I got sick of looking at him. I just grabbed his face and went for the grand smooch."

Penelope squeezed Derek's arm tighter, "What happened?!"

Derek laughed, "It was the best three seconds of my pathetic teenage life. And when I let him go, he made this face and went, '…you know I'm straight, right'."

The girls giggled at his side and he sighed, "I learned what the word 'metrosexual' meant that day, and I booked it out of that house like my ass was on fire. Man, you wouldn't believe how embarrassed I was. I could barely even look at him in school. It was just an awful mess.

"He came after me after classes, telling me it was no big deal, but I made him swear he wouldn't tell anyone. To sweeten the deal, I punched him in the face. Just to prove that I was still manly or whatever. And every time one of those dudes came near me trying to get some… pow. I was too scared of that part of myself. Thought it would turn me into something I never on my last breath ever wanted to be. Hell, I was scared of a lot of things back then," Derek said, head in his hands, "My high school years were a real shit show, I just… I don't know. I had issues. I didn't know that I could be who I am and still, you know, be who I am. I liked beer and basketball and boys? It just didn't fit. Lots of things didn't fit. I didn't make sense to myself, but I just figured… fuck it. This is me. It's not changing, so I might as well get used to it."

Emily patted Derek's shoulder, "Ugh, you're so mature. If you were straight, I'd date you."

Derek wiggled his eyebrows flirtatiously, "Oh, baby, I'm bi."

Emily gasped, "Really?!"

"Yeah, I just got out of this relationship with a woman. We dated for three years, and the first two were off the chain," Derek laughed, leaning in, "Before you ask though, I'm not the 'I'll have a threesome with you' type of bisexual. I'm more of the 'I'll steal your boyfriend and fuck your sister' type of bisexual. For the cause, you know? Pride."

Penelope piped up, "Can I ask a few questions?"

Derek shrugged, "Go nuts."

"What's gay sex like?"

"Very sweaty, very passionate, very messy."

"Is the butt stuff as weird as it sounds?"

"If you've got someone who knows what they're doing, holy fuck. No words."

"Which gender do you prefer?"

"I generally lean towards female, but I've still got a massive thing for dudes. So, I'd say 60/40."

"Have you ever been in a relationship with a guy?"

"Define relationship."

"Monogamous and committed. Doesn't have to be in the public eye."

"Then, yeah. I've been in two," Derek stole a glance at Spencer, "And I'm hoping for a third…"

"When did you first find out you liked Doc?"

Derek hid his face in his hands, "God, first rehearsal. I mean, look at him."

The three looked over at the dancer whom was trying and failing to stick a spoon to the edge of his nose. His tongue was stuck out and his eyes focused on the tip of his nose as he did it, hands outstretched with his fingers doing God knows what as he steadied himself. Emily and Penelope laughed at the sight and Derek smiled fondly.

Emily laughed, "He's weird."

Penelope giggled, "He's gross."

Derek breathed out a sigh, "He's perfect."

Emily added, "Damn, love really is blind."

"And deaf, and mute, and stunted," Penelope chuckled.

The spoon fell into Spencer's lap and Karina laughed beside him. They high fived and started talking about something that the trio couldn't decipher. Karina asked him something and Spencer started to push his hair behind his ear tellingly. He paused, wringing his hands as he tried to answer a question of hers. He motioned her to come closer and leaned close, whispering something into her ear. Her eyebrows skyrocketed and she pushed him, laughing. Spencer chuckled, his ears going pink as he added something to what he had said. She was in stitches as he continued to elaborate. Karina looked up at him and pushed his shoulder again, pulling her legs up on the couch to lean into him and say something to him with a grin on her face. Spencer scratched the back of his neck and got close, whispering something else into her ear, glancing at Derek and holding eye contact as he spoke.

She laughed out, "Oh, my God! No."

Derek grinned, "Yeah, definitely perfect."

Time came for the dance and the two (dare we say) lovers made their way down the long flight of cascading stairs. They didn't say anything to each other this time. This was more of an exercise in maintaining confidence than it was they had nothing to say. Derek, for one, had lots to say. "I hope I don't drop you during that lift", "I'm not entirely sure we won't get booed at again", "That white shirt looks really good on you, but it would look better on the floor". He couldn't read Spencer's mind, so he had no clue what the dancer would say back. But, there he walked, chin raised high, barely managed hair hung in caramel curls at his jawline, the edge of his lips tilted up in the beginnings of a smile. Spencer felt good about this coming performance. Derek could just tell by looking at him.

Spencer tugged on Derek's wrist and led him to the center of the dance floor as the commercial break winded down. Derek chuckled to himself. It seems like a much longer stretch of time when you're watching the television, now doesn't it?

The men landed with a stop right at the center, nowhere to hide. They stood opposite each other and Spencer immediately made a face, reaching up with his thumb to wipe something off of Derek's cheek. He smiled over at Derek, "Lipstick on your collar. Should I be jealous?"

Derek smiled back, "You got me. I'm cheating on you with Greg."

Spencer let out a loud laugh, shoving Derek in the shoulder, "Eww, Greg? Really? You could have done better."

Derek continued, "I don't know why, but that unruly beard, those thick rimmed glasses, his inability to keep his crooked nose where it belongs. Mmm. Does it for me."

Spencer snickered, folding his arms, "You're not funny."

"Weird that you're laughing then, huh?" Derek added, placing his hands at his hips for a moment as he paused and asked, "Wait. Legit question though, how old is Greg? If he's underage, what I just said is going to be like ten times more sick."

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows, "Why would I know how old Greg is?"

Derek replied, "You know everything."

Spencer rolled his eyes, "Saying that every day doesn't make it true, Derek, I don't know everything."

"Oh, yeah?" Derek challenged, "What's the distance from the sun to the earth?"

Spencer pursed his lips, "That's not fair."

Derek added, "In kilometers."

Spencer hung his head.

Derek's jaw dropped, "You don't actually know the answer to that."

Spencer sighed, waving it off with his hand, "149 million 600 thousand kilometers. It's shortened off and used as the term Astronomical Unit. Even though an astronomical unit is technically 149,597,871 kilometers in measurement, astronomers use it anyway as an approximation of distance in space. Like Mars is how many AUs from Jupiter?"

Derek nodded, "Yeah, you know everything."

Spencer scrunched up his nose tightly, "I do not! That was an easy question."

"Easy question? No one knows the answer to that off the top of their head, nevertheless how to convert the answer out the metric system," Derek defended, "If you would just admit that you're a mutant, we probably wouldn't disagree as much about this."

Spencer poked Derek's chest, "I'm not a mutant, pal. I'm a superhero. Get your facts straight."

Derek retorted, "As straight as you?"

"You fucking went there, didn't you?" Spencer pushed at Derek with a smile, "I am a proud pansexual, okay?"

A PA waved in their direction, holding up five fingers. Commercial was due to be over in five seconds. Spencer raised his palm wordlessly and Derek let out a laugh. Spencer sternly held the hand up, and Derek gave Spencer a look. He's fucking with him. He has to be fucking with him. The definition of a high five has changed dramatically between them, and Derek's pretty sure it doesn't hold the same meaning as it once did. So, why was he asking for one now of all times.

"Don't you dare start with that," Derek replied, pushing Spencer's face over with his open palm.

Spencer laughed, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Derek pushed at Spencer and Spencer pushed him back, chuckling softly. It didn't take long for their flirtatious shoves to settle in along with Spencer's blush and laughed, "Stop it!"

The PA hissed at them to quit it and the theme music started pouring in. The host started introducing them and their week of practicing the Viennese Waltz. Spencer whispered under his breath, "You'd better not have said anything mean about me up there."

"You better not have told America how hot you think I am," Derek responded.

Spencer pouted, "That was one time."

Derek made a face at Spencer and the house lights went down. The video started to roll behind them as Spencer shoved at Derek again.

The video clip recording the past week started to roll. On Wednesday, Spencer sat on the floor, among piles and piles of CDs, sheet music, and pencils. Beside him was a dated ACER laptop. His hair was sloppily pulled back into a weird sort of ponytail off center on the back of his head and it had—yet another—pencil stuck into it. He seemed in deep concentration as Derek entered the studio and regarded him with a big, bright smile, holding up a steaming cup of coffee as he sat down. "Okay, so I figured out what our best moves are regarding this week and its challenge," Spencer began, pencil waving in his ponytail, "Say for instance the year you choose is a sad one. We have the options of the Jazz, Contemporary, and Viennese Waltz left—which would be fantastic in and of its own if you're willing to work for it. Then, if it's happy-go-lucky, the Lindy Hop, or the Foxtrot would be the ideal. Not very difficult, but quite jumpy. You'll need to save up some energy for those. If it's more of a successful thing, then you can grab the bull by the horns and go with a Samba. Just be careful with it, or we'll bomb-ah the Samba" Spencer laughed, "Get it, I made a joke."

Derek gave Spencer a long, searching look, "Is it really that hard for you to be normal just one time?"

Spencer nodded emphatically, "Yes. Yes, it is."

Derek chuckled, "You've done a lot of homework on this."

Spencer answered, "'Homework' is my middle name. Now reveal unto me your most memorable year."

Derek let a moment pass by before glancing over at the dancer, "The year before by father died."

Spencer paused for a moment, "Oh. I'm… I'm sorry."

Derek waved it off, "Man, don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. I just remember the whole family being together, you know? My mom having him in her life. The stories he'd tell me and my sisters when he came home from work. The way he never let us go to sleep without giving us a hug and telling us he loved us. My dad was a spirited, soulful, nut job of a guy—and I worshipped him… he needs to be remembered, you know? This would be the ultimate tribute. Not to his death, but to his life. How he made me feel when he was still moseying around, not how he made he feel when he wasn't. I want this dance to be happy, because he was happy. Is this making any sense..?"

"Yeah, total," Spencer's lips quirked up as he scooched his way across the thick pile of papers to sit closely beside Derek, "Actually, it's a brilliant idea. I like it a lot."

Derek laughed and wrapped an arm around Spencer's shoulders, the dancer fitting so well against him as he replied, "You do?"

Spencer hesitated and leaned his head on Derek's shoulder, "It's beautiful."

Clip after clip was shown of them waltzing. Derek got the technique very quickly, seeing as the tape edited around Derek stepping on Spencer's foot, and they sailed across the floor together in ease. Then, Spencer's confessional ran.

"I hate our waltz," Spencer sighed at the camera, "I hate it so much. It's horrible. And it's not like Derek and I can't manage it. It took him like half a day to get the general steps. He's got the moves down pat. It's me that the problem. The moves I choreographed… they're a mess."

*under him speaking, Derek was waltzing around the floor with Spencer.*

Spencer shook his head, "It's boring, it's flavorless, and… it's just… frustrating in the fact that I know it can be better. I just don't know what to do to make it better," Spencer pushed his hair back in his hands and held them there on his head, "I don't know what to do. I don't. And, it's killing me."

The two were in Saturday afternoon's rehearsal when Spencer stopped their spinning.

Spencer pushed away from Derek, "This isn't working."

Derek asked, "…what do you mean?"

"The dance. It's s*beep*it," Spencer wrapped his arms around himself, "Please tell me you hate it."

Derek looked away from Spencer, his voice raising in pitch as he bluffed, "What do you mean, it's awesome."

"That's your lying voice," Spencer said, walking back up to Derek, "I'm going to regret asking, man, but I need your help. I want to change it. The whole thing."

Derek's eyes widened, "Dude, it's Saturday. You do know it's Saturday, right? Final rehearsal is tomorrow. We're—we're performing. In front of America. In two days. And you want to change the whole dance?"

Spencer replied, "…yes."

Derek asked worriedly, "Does this have anything to do with what I said yesterday?"

"Yes… no… I don't know," Spencer sighed, his head falling to Derek's shoulder, "When we talked yesterday, this dance… it doesn't represent the father you told me about. He loved you, he was a great man, and he deserves better than this. He deserves better than my best. And I think together, we can give that to him. So, how about we give it a shot?"

Derek mussed Spencer's hair as he looked up, "Kid, you're insane."

Spencer answered, "I've been told."

Derek smirked, tapping the bottom of Spencer's chin with his fist, "Then, I guess we've got work to do, Slim Shady."

"Thank you!" Spencer jumped and wrapped his arms around Derek. Derek twirled him around, Spencer breaking into a laugh as he did so and smacking Derek's shoulder as he gave halfhearted "put me down"s.

Derek was next shown in a confessional.

"Spencer does this thing where he just... cutes his way into getting whatever he wants," Derek stated with a smile, "It's either the little hair twirl, or the quiver lip, or those big stupid eyes… f*beep*ck. I can't NOT give in. Whatever he asks, I don't care how crazy. It's his. He can have it," Derek added with a laugh at the old quote, "And now, we're re-choreographing and performing a dance in two days. Because he is strong and I am weak," Derek added quickly, clasping his hands in prayer, "Oh, and speaking of this tragedy I placed on myself. Let us pray. Lord in Heaven, my Savior and Keeper, everlasting Father. Please bless me with the strength to deal with this son of a bitch. Please. I am only a man. And this freaking assh*beep*le… he's testing me, Lord. He is the reason that I have rage in my heart, anger in my soul, and displeasure with the universe. He is the reason my blood pressure is up. He is the reason I have to remind myself that I am a child of God every day before I walk into the studio, because Lord… he wants to get smacked. He really does. So, I am asking you, Almighty Father. To stay my hand, because I am not beneath hitting him across his smug little—"

Spencer's voice rang out from off-camera, "DEREK, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR NEANDERTHALIC ASS BACK IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW, I'M GOING TO KICK YOU SO HARD, YOU AREN'T GOING TO REMEMBER WHY YOU ENTERED THIS COMPETITION!"

Derek yelled back, "I FORGOT WHY AGES AGO, YOU HELL-SPAWN!"

Spencer screeched, "DEREK, I AM NOT KIDDING! YOU! THIS ROOM! NOW! DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!"

Derek roared, "COME IN HERE THEN, TWINK! I'M GOING TO GET 1980'S CHICAGO PROJECTS ON YOU! YOU DON'T KNOW ME, MAN, I'M CRAZY AS HELL! I'LL BURN THIS PLACE DOWN!"

Spencer hissed, "GO SCREW YOURSELF THEN, D*beep*CK!"

"YOU FIRST!" Derek replied, glancing back at the camera with a smile on his face, "It entertains the crap out of me when he gets all mad like he's fixin' to jump, when I know he doesn't have the balls. He's going to have that angry little pouty face on when I go back in there. I bet you. It's all he's got. Dude couldn't scare a kitten." Derek stepped out of the confessional booth and sure enough, Spencer was standing at the barre with an angry looking pout on his face. His lips were poked out, his arms were folded, and his eyes were narrowed.

The dancer pointed at Derek and then to the floor before him, "Get. Over. Here."

Derek walked loosely over to his partner, placing himself in front of him and stretching his arms wide before asking, "What?"

Spencer pressed a finger into Derek's chest, "I'm being mean, I know. But, we really have to get this down."

Derek replied, "What? You think I don't know that?"

Spencer groaned and hissed, "If you could just… stop making me want to hurt you for like five seconds…"

Derek scoffed, "Not gonna happen. You got us into this mess, man, and it's a boiling hot mess."

"This isn't a mess. It's going to be great," Spencer replied.

Derek blinked at him, "It's the asscrack of dawn, Sunday morning. We go to the ballroom for final rehearsal in five hours. We dance live tomorrow. And we don't have shit."

"Yes, we do," Spencer answered, unfolding his arms to squeeze at his temples, "We're going to bust our asses for the next hour and a half. And if we get through that with no complaining, we're going to stop, shove carbs and Gatorade down our throats, and keep dancing, okay?"

Derek smiled, moving closer to wrap his arms around Spencer, "Promise?"

Spencer's arms raised to hold Derek around his waist, nuzzling his face into Derek's neck, "Yeah, whatever."

"Yeah, whatever," Derek mocked in a goofy voice, pulling out of Spencer's embrace loosely to take a look at his partner's face.

Spencer glanced up at him and let out a soft smile, pushing him away as he turned his back on Derek to walk toward the stereo, "Jerk."

Derek followed behind him as the dancer pushed his hair behind his hair nervously. So obvious. He grabbed Spencer by the waist, pulled him into his arms, and spun around with him a little bit. Spencer yelped and started to laugh, giving weak playful smacks to Derek's strong arms as he was hoisted around the room. After a few moments, Derek let his feet touch the ground and as he did, he pressed a gentle, hesitant kiss to Spencer's neck. The camera caught Spencer's blush as he pushed his curls back and shoved Derek back with heatless ease as he bit back his smile, "Watch yourself, slick. I'm not one of your little fangirls, okay? You have to buy me dinner first."

"Damn," Derek replied with a hearty laugh.

The lights went down and the time came for the announcement of their pairing. Derek looked across the stage to Spencer and the dancer smiled, winking at his partner and raising his thumb up. He took a deep breath as the music started, falling into the beat just like they practiced. The crowd fell away as the lights went up to drown the dancers into a soft, hazy yellow. Birdy began to sing from the speakers and as Derek touched Spencer for the first time, he saw nothing but his partner. No audience, no judges, no cameras. As far as he could see, it was just the two of them; laying in Spencer's bed, holding him close, breathing in his scent, and laughing as the dancer's soft words breathed into his ear. With the way Spencer made him feel, Derek knows that his father would be proud.

Derek lifted Spencer and the dancer beamed as they followed through, the light hitting his soft-featured face just so. Yeah, Derek smiled to himself, Dad would have loved him. As he waltzed with Spencer, he imagined his father in the front row. In his mind, the man hadn't aged a day-still looks the same as he did when he'd go to Derek's Little League games, call into the kitchen for a beer, and read him bedtime stories. The vision of him was smiling, sitting in his big easy chair right where Derek would sit on his lap and listen as he explained the football games to him, telling him that one day when he gets old enough they're going to throw a ball around. His father clapped as the men swept across the stage in the refined pose and when they finished and Derek looked up at the spot, all he saw was a big, dusty broken spotlight carrier. His chest heaved as Spencer hugged him at the end of the dance. One of his arms snaked around the dancer, patting him noncommittally as he stared at the empty space in reverence. But, he was gone again. Just like he had been for the last thirty-one years.

Kissing Spencer's forehead, he shook himself out of it as he headed up to the judges' table to hear the verdict. Or, he tried anyway. He wasn't all there. Hotch had something nitpicky to say about the two not making adequate use of their space. Jennifer called them cute, and David stood up and did one of his disturbing hand-flailing things. Derek didn't really care this time, but he tried to smile as genuinely as he could manage. Beside him was Spencer, a strong arm around his waist anchoring Derek to the ground.

Jennifer asked Derek something about how he felt his father would feel, if he could see the dance and it was all Derek could do to keep it cool. He let out a blasé, "Dad was watching it right over there by camera 3. He winked at me, said Spencer was a handsome son-of-a-bitch, and asked me to hurry up and grab him a beer before the Bears game came on."

The crowd laughed and Spencer chuckled, giving him a nudge. Kid knew exactly what Derek meant somehow; Derek could just tell. Spencer rested his head on Derek's shoulder and let Derek push a tendril of his hair into his face. Derek continued, "I just hope I've made him proud, you know? Haven't seen him since I was a kid, so I don't know how he might feel about me now. Definitely done some stuff he'll whap me upside the head for in the afterlife though, that's a given. But, I think he liked it, you know, for 'one of them pansy-ass tuxedo' dances."

Jennifer added, "Well, good. I'm glad you still know him so well. Not everyone have such vivid memories to look back on."

The host ushered the pair toward the stairs and Spencer didn't let go of his waist.

They walked up close beside each other in silence until Spencer asked quietly, "How soon is it?"

Derek replied, "Next Thursday."

Spencer nodded, "Just let me know if you need time off."

Derek answered, "I won't. I've never taken a day for his anniversary and I won't start now."

"Understood," Spencer said, pulling him closer as they reached the top of the steps, "You know I'm here if you ever need to—"

Derek spoke up, "Thank you. Kid, really. You're a gem."

Spencer chuckled, "Fine, I'll shut up about it."

A/N: Hey, you Sexy Radcliffes,

Just reminding everyone that this story was nominated for a 2013 Profiler's Choice Award in the category of Best Crossover! If you like how this story is going so far, feel free to go on over to the Profiler's Choice Awards Fanfic Forum and vote me up, lovlies!

See you all next week.

Love,

Blue