Summary: A filler chapter. Sorry.

Words: 588

Rating: T

Author's Notes: Okay, let's get this show on the road.

Chapter 5

When Spencer walked back out, dressed comfortably in his jeans and beat up Star Trek t-shirt, Penelope and Derek had grown silent. Derek was mulling over what to say to Spencer. Penelope eying her favorite man from the couch. Spencer looked between the two, noticing that they were still unaware of his presence.

"Did you guys fight or something?" He asked. He could read their body language if he wanted to, but he was exhausted.

Penelope looked up, smiling at him. "No, we're fine."

Derek looked up, "No, we're good. Even if we were, I can never stay mad at her for long. Actually, I have to go. Clooney needs to be fed and all of that. I'll swing by tomorrow morning, okay?"

Spencer shrugged, "Okay. Have a good evening."

Derek smiled, standing up to ruffle the kids hair, "Feel better." He took his leave.

Spencer glanced at the door closing behind his friend than at Penelope. "What'd you tell him?"

Penelope smiled, "Nothing. Come over here and rest some more. Looks like you'll be able to go to work tomorrow."

Derek had gone out to dinner at a local Chinese place a couple of minutes away from his house. He was unsure of how he was feeling. He was mulling over what Penelope had said to him. His phone beeped in his pocket. He pulled it out and unlocked it. It was a picture message from Penelope. It was of Spencer fast asleep on his bed, cuddling under his blankets. The text said: 'Wouldn't you like to be the one he was cuddling?'

Derek sighed, letting a short laugh escape him. The kid was definitely adorable when he was fast asleep. He looked younger, more his age. He typed a reply: 'Don't be getting any ideas.'

He placed his phone back in his pocket and finished eating. Clooney would be hyper when he got home. The sooner he did, the faster he could play with his dog and relax for the night.

The next morning, Spencer woke up to an empty house. Penelope must have taken her leave after she put him to bed. He rubbed his eyes. He felt a lot better. The body aches were gone all that was left was a slight runny nose and a sore throat, nothing that would hinder him from doing his job.

He took a quick shower and dressed in a pair of form fitting jeans, a baby blue button up shirt, and a white and black sweater vest. He styled his hair so it looked somewhat decent. He was thankful for cutting it, it didn't take as much time and effort to make it look presentable.

After brushing his teeth, he grabbed his messenger bag, phone, revolver, and headed into his kitchenette. He was surprised to see that it was clean. Penelope, or Derek, made sure to take care of the dishes and cleaning them and putting them away.

He began the preparations for coffee making and waited the allotted time before taking the pot and pouring it in his travel mug-which was also clean. He took a sip, but was interrupted with a soft knock on his door. Grabbing his keys as he walked to the door, he opened it to reveal his co-worker holding true to his promise.

"Hey Kid, how you feelin'?" Derek asked.

"Pretty good, nothing that'll disrupt my work. Thanks for picking me up."

"Anytime kid, let's go. Hotch just called. We have a case."

And so it begins, Spencer thought.