On Monday morning, JJ woke up to the sound of Spencer moving around in the kitchen. She walked out and looked at him with a slight glare as he turned on the coffeemaker.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, taking out a coffee mug.

She shook her head. "I'm always up at 6:00 a.m. when we don't even need to be at work until 9:00."

He paused, eyebrow raised. "Sarcasm?"

"You bet. Can you keep it down while I go get another hour of sleep?"

He gave her a thumbs up and she trudged back to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Meanwhile, Spencer grabbed the newspaper, flipping open to the ads and trying to find an apartment.

When JJ had actually woken up, she walked out to the kitchen and saw Spencer already dressed for work, ready to go.

"You do realize that we don't need to leave for another hour?"

He gave her a quick nod before looking back at the ads. "Can you blame me for wanting to get back to work?"

"Oh, not at all." She poured herself a cup of coffee before sitting in front of him. "Anything?"

"There's a few places that are sticking out, and a few of them have garages so I'd be able to start driving my car into work, instead of taking the subway."

"Are the Spencer Reid subway days over?"

"Considering my last experience didn't go so well? I don't think I'll ever set foot in a station again."

She smiled slightly. "So you'll drive around the dinosaur?"

He rolled his eyes, setting the paper down. "You call it a dinosaur. I call it a classic."

While they were in the elevator, JJ looked over at him. "Do you have your knee brace?"

"Yes."

"And Tylenol?"

"Yes."

"And you can see just fine?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, mother."

She laughed softly, patting his back. "Come on, let's get to work."

They walked into the bullpen, and once JJ was at her desk, Spencer was unsurprised to see a present waiting for him.

"Let me guess, Garcia?"

Emily shook her head. "Guess again."

He raised an eyebrow, sitting down and setting his bag on the floor. He opened up the box and was intrigued when he saw a pair of boxing gloves waiting for him.

"First lesson's Saturday," Derek said, sitting down at his own desk.

"…You do realize I have limited mobility right now?" he asked, motioning toward his shoulder.

"I can train you one handed."

He set the box under his desk. "True to your word."

Derek smirked. "Good to have you back, Pretty Boy."

After the work day started, Spencer immediately buried himself in his work, making up for lost time.

Emily glanced over at Derek. "He's going to make the rest of us look bad."

"…So, you're complaining that everything's going back to normal?"

She smirked, shaking her head and looking down at her case file.

John walked up beside Spencer, clearing his throat. "Agent Reid, could I talk to you for a moment?"

Spencer turned around to face him. "…Yes, sir." He stood up, bracing himself on his desk.

Emily eyed Derek, whose attention was also off his work.

"I'd just like to take this opportunity to apologize for your suspension." He set Spencer's badge and gun on his desk, before holding out his hand.

Spencer took it, shaking. "It's no problem, sir. It's good to be back."

He gave Spencer a nod, before shaking his hand one last time and turning back to his office.

Derek raised an eyebrow. "A personal apology from the director? Strauss really messed up, didn't she?"

"Something like that," Spencer said, putting his ID into his pocket and sitting down again.

The week at the BAU had been uneventful, and before Spencer knew it, it was time for his training session with Derek. He put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, before grabbing the box and walking out of JJ's house, closing the door behind him and getting into Derek's car.

"Is a training session while I still have an injured shoulder really necessary?"

Derek put the car into drive as Spencer pulled on his seatbelt. "You can fight with one fist, and something tells me you won't be in that sling much longer."

"Let's hope not anyway."

Derek pulled up to the gym, parking. "Since it's so early, we probably have the place to ourselves, so you don't need to worry about appearances or making yourself look like a fool."

"Good, because I'm definitely going to." He got out, following Derek inside.

He set his bag down beside a punching bag and turned to Spencer. "Make a fist."

"…Excuse me?"

"Step one to a good punch? Knowing how to make a fist."

"How does a fist help with a boxing glove?"

Derek shook his head. "Because if you're ever going to fight someone, you're not going to have the gloves handy. Those are for when you're working on this," he said, pointing to the bag. "Now, make a fist."

Spencer set his own bag down, holding up his right hand and making a fist.

Derek looked at him. "…Are you trying to break your thumb?"

"What? How am I doing it wrong?"

He made a fist with his own hand, holding it out. "Squeeze your knuckles together."

Spencer did as he was told, showing him.

"Don't have too much tension, or you'll hurt yourself."

He sighed, shaking his hand and making a fist again, showing him.

"Perfect. Now hit me."

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You heard me. I want you to hit me."

"Derek, that's completely barbaric. I'm not going to punch my instructor."

"How do you know you're punching and making the fist right if you don't practice?"

He groaned. "You're already a pain in my ass, and it's not the fact that it's early on a Saturday."

Derek smirked. "Good, it's ammunition. Now hit me."

Spencer rolled his eyes, before reaching out, attempting to punch Derek. He was surprised to see Derek holding up his arm, blocking the shot. "I thought you told me to hit you!"

"Making a fist is lesson number one. Lesson number two is knowing how to avoid a hit."

"…And just how many lessons are there?"

"Enough to take up plenty of Saturdays."

A while later, Derek stood in front of him. "Now, I'm going to teach you an Uppercut."

Spencer looked at him, confused. "There are punches with different names?"

"You bet. And you're not leaving this gym until you can do it."

Spencer shook his head. "Fine, show me."

"First off, take the sling off."

Without complaining, Spencer pulled it over his head, throwing it down. "If I end up in that thing any longer than I have to be, it's on you."

"Fine by me." Derek held his fists in front of his face. "Mimic me. Bend your knees, chin down."

Spencer looked at his position. "You know, I read about boxing before, and-"

"And all the reading in the world isn't going to teach you how to fight. Now mimic me."

He eyed Derek before mimicking his position.

"Now, twist your left side to get momentum, and go with the right arm. Not too low, and not too high."

"Derek, I swear if Garcia gets the video footage of this-"

"This is why we're not at my gym. Now, do it."

Spencer did as he was told, before turning back to Derek.

"And really quick, hit me in the chest."

He nodded slightly, throwing his fist out and hitting Derek in the chest, which caused him to stumble. He gasped. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

Derek shook his head, regaining his balance. "And that's how you throw a punch."

Spencer looked proud of himself, smiling. "Seriously?"

"You could use a little work on the follow-through, but keep that up and you'll be done with this training in no time."

After a few hours, Derek drove him back to JJ's.

"Hey, Derek?"

He turned to face Spencer as he was stopped at a red light. "What's up, kid?"

"…Thanks for sacrificing your Saturday mornings to teach me how to fight. We all know that I can stand up for myself on an intellectual level, but it feels good to do it on a physical one as well."

Derek smirked. "No problem, kid. I'll know the lessons paid off when I see you take down an unsub."

His eyes widened. "When I what?"

Derek smiled as he drove, parking the car in front of JJ's house. "You'll do it before you know it, believe me."

"Well, I appreciate it." He put the sling back on. "…and I'm really going to appreciate putting some ice on my shoulder when I get in."

"You're not going to rat me out to mommy that I had you out of that, are you?"

He shook his head. "Considering I told mommy that we were just going running so I could exercise my knee? I'm not saying a word, and you're not either."

"Sounds good. See you Monday, Pretty Boy."

He gave Derek a nod, before grabbing his bag and walking inside.