Chapter 15
Spencer was sitting at his desk watching as Derek talked with Hotch in the unit chief's office. Three months had passed since the case that had brought them to New England. Ever since those few days in the hotel room Spencer couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between Derek and him. Every time he thought about it he found that his body began to burn and his heart pounded. In the months that had passed Derek had convinced Spencer to enroll in an outpatient drug rehabilitation program that allowed him only to come a couple days a week in the evening after work. Derek usually went with him and then would bring Spencer home. They hadn't had sex since the first couple times when they were in the hotel room; Derek said that he wanted to take things slow. Smiling to himself, Spencer turned once again to watch his boyfriend talk to the unit chief. They were gesticulating wildly and seemed to be having a disagreement about something. From where he was sitting Spencer couldn't see either man's lips, so he couldn't utilize his lip reading skill. He watched as Derek stormed out of Hotch's office, his face stormy. Flicking his gaze between Hotch (who was watching Derek storm out of the bullpen) Spencer darted after his lover when he saw the unit chief turn around and head further into his office.
"Der!" Spencer called after the receding back of his lover. He followed Derek into one of the men's bathrooms. The younger man watched as Derek locked the door than slide down the wall to rest on the floor. The older man looked tired and worn, lines appeared around his eyes that hadn't been there that morning. "What's wrong?" Derek looked up when Spencer asked this, looking even wearier than the moment before.
"Hotch is thinking of transferring to desk job so he can be around for Haley and Jack. He wants me to take over for him." Derek's voice was quiet, barely audible over the noise from the overhead fan, his head was resting in his hands and Spencer thought that he had never seen his lover look more defeated. Sighing, Spencer sunk down next to the older man and rested his head against Derek's shoulder waiting for the older man to finish talking. "I told Hotch that I didn't want to job and that he would be stupid to transfer so soon after Gideon took off. He just said that if I didn't take it they were going to bring in someone from the outside and that I would know how to keep the team together." Spencer sighed, thinking that he could understand where Hotch was coming from when he thought promoting from the inside would be a better option than bringing in someone new. Knowing there was nothing that he could do to ease Derek's pain, he simply sat there in silence. After five minutes had passed Derek straightened and sighed before getting to his feet. Reaching out he helped pull Spencer to his feet, planting a kiss on the younger man's lips when they were at the same level.
"You coming to dinner tonight pretty boy?" Derek's voice was husky from the kiss and Spencer wished more than anything that they weren't at work right then.
"Your house or mine?" was the only thing that Spencer said before pulling Derek into another kiss. Responding in kind, Derek pushed Spencer against the wall, devouring his mouth with his own. Just as the older man's hand slipped under his lover's shirt there was a loud pounding on the door signaling someone's presence on the other side.
"Shit!" Derek whispered, breathing harshly. Nodding in agreement, Spencer let his legs slide from their position around his boyfriend's waist to the floor.
"Spencer! Derek! Hotch wants us in the conference room for a briefing." Prentiss's voice calls from the other side.
"Guess we have to finish this later pretty boy." Derek's voice is breathless and harsh. "Dinner, my house then we can head to the hospital." Spencer groaned, he wished that the whole ordeal with Hankel had never happened. He was required to go to a meeting twice a week now. When he had first started he had been required to go 7 nights a week, but after he showed improvement the number of times that he was required to go had gone down, until now it was only twice a week. Glancing in the mirror, Spencer straightened his hair and made sure that he didn't just look like he had been making out with someone.
"Let's go; the team is waiting." The genius called over his shoulder as he unlocked the bathroom door.