Author's Notes: Enjoy.
Words: 648
Rating: T
Summary: Any ideas you would for me to incorporate? How would you, the reader, like to see this romance progress? Let me know in your reviews!
Chapter 3
After the case was brought up, the team were said to meet at the jet in thirty minutes. Spencer sighed, standing up and making his way to his desk. He grabbed his go bag and placed it on his seat, placing the cough medicine inside. He didn't know he brought it up to the circle table with him, but he did. He fished out a few books from his bottom drawer and slid them in his messenger bag.
"Ready kid? I'll give you a ride." Derek said.
"Okay. Thanks." He replied gratefully.
"Let's go."
Twenty minutes later, they were parked after an uneventful car ride and getting out of the truck. They each collected their stuff, Derek locked his truck, and then they both headed up to the awaiting jet. Hotch was already her. Rossi was seen walking up the stairs into the jet. The two men followed him up and discarded their luggage in between the seats and couches. Spencer sat on the couch while Derek sat next to Rossi. Hotch was on the seat beside Spencer. J.J. and Emily walked in at the same time, discarded their belongings and sat opposite of the two men at the table.
Derek hooked up the laptop to live chat with Penelope. With that, they were discussing the case.
After a long and exhausting case, they were back home. Crossing the airstrip, Spencer groggily held onto his bags.
"Spence, come on, I'll give you a lift." Derek said.
Too tired to argue, Spencer followed.
Within fifteen minutes, Derek pulled up in front of Spencer's apartment complex. Spencer opened the door, mumbled a thank you and grabbed his stuff. Derek chuckled.
"Bye, see you tomorrow kid."
"'kay," Spencer sniffled. His nose started to run and he felt achy all over. He walked up to his door and unlocked it, automatically dropping his stuff next to the door and collapsing onto his couch. Spencer's tired brain complained about having the flu but immediately shut off when he passed out with sleep.
A loud banging awoke Spencer. He shot up, ignoring the obnoxious pain in his head. He stood up and looked through the peephole. It was a worried looking Penelope with a dangerous looking Derek Morgan.
He opened the door, "Hi guys," he said nonchalantly.
"Kid, do you realize the whole BAU has called and texted you wondering where you are at?" Derek asked. His anger masked his concern.
"Sorry, I fell asleep on the couch." Spencer said, realizing how hard it was trying to talk and make clear and concise sentences.
"Spence, you feelin' okay?" Derek asked.
"Of course he's not okay. Come here sweetheart," Penelope said, placing her palm to Spencer's forehead. "You're burning up. Come on, inside. Go lay down. I'll make you some tea and soup. You can't go to work."
Derek closed the door and locked it, watching as Spencer laid down, moaning at the relief of pain.
"Where do you hurt?" Derek asked.
"My head, my shoulders, pretty much everywhere. Even in places I didn't know existed." Spencer replied.
"Come now, you know the whole anatomy of a male and female body. Something tells me you know each places sensitive spots to." Derek teased.
Spencer smiled at that.
"Any other symptoms?"
"Runny nose, congestion, sore throat, coughing, body aches, typical symptoms of the flu. Liquids is what is desired." Spencer mumbled through the pillow.
Derek smiled, "Alright. Are you cold? Feverish?"
"I'm cold, yeah. Probably means I have a fever."
Derek rolled his eyes at the coherent man who was having trouble speaking. He pulled the blanket folded on top of the couch and draped it over the lanky man. "I'll tell Hotch you aren't coming in, okay?"
"'Kay." Was the mumbled response he got.
Derek chuckled, turning to call Hotch as Penelope walked in carrying a mug of tea and a bowl of soup.