For SongsAndShadows84

Prompt: Spencer and Derek get together for the first time and have a whole slew of misunderstandings the morning after. Morgan wakes up first and realizes there's no coffee. He goes out to get some, but before he can get back, there's a call and a case. Reid assumes that he's in for the "last night was a mistake, let's just stay friends" speech and starts avoiding being alone with Derek, making him think that Spence has regrets.

Notes: For the sake of simplicity and my (supposedly) innocent writing, I'm going to change the "get together" part to "went on a date." Sorry if anyone's disappointed ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

Music: Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. Sorta fitting I guess.

"Goddammit." Derek sighed and ran a hand over his scalp. Spencer shut the door to his apartment building and looked back at Derek with a pinched brow. He had had one foot in the door when he heard Derek's mutter of distress.

"Everything okay?" he called out softly, aware that it was almost 11 o'clock at night.

"Stupid bike won't start," Derek grumbled, fiddling with the handlebars and ignition.

Spencer was back over to Derek in two long legged steps. "Do you think you can get it running by yourself or do you need professional assistance?"

Derek let out another sigh that was a pinch more gravelly. "I don't see what the problem is. I can't do this by myself." He reached into his pocket for his phone. "Let me just call a cab and I'll be out of your hair in no time. There's no way I can get a mechanic this late."

Spencer snatched the phone from Derek's grasp and easily slid it into the pocket of his jacket. "You don't need a cab."

Derek gaped at him. "What? You want me to walk home?"

Spencer laughed and grabbed Derek's hand, pulling the other man to a standing position next to him. "No, you'll stay with me for the night. No need to waste money on a cab when you don't need to."

Derek looked at Spencer uncertainly. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. C'mon." Spencer tugged Derek to the door of his building and soon enough they were at the threshold of Spencer's apartment. "You can sleep in my bed with me since I don't have a guest room," Spencer said with a lawn, finally letting go of Derek's hand, not that he had minded.

"No!" Derek burst out.

Spencer spun around fully, his eyes wide with surprise and maybe even a little hurt at the shouted rejection.

"I just – I just want this to go right. I don't want to sleep together on the first date. This means something to me – you mean something to me. You aren't just some skank I picked up at a bar. You're worth so much more than that."

Spencer's eyes softened with adoration and he smiled. "Okay," he said simply. He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on Derek's lips before smiling again and turning to walk into his bedroom.

Derek grinned and touched his lips in wonderment.

Spencer stuck his head back out the door. "Oh yeah, I think you should have this back." He smirked and tossed Derek's phone to him.

Derek woke to a ceiling that wasn't his and a couch that wasn't his. For a second his heart stopped, but then his mind rebooted and last night came rushing back to him. A warm feeling filled his chest and he sighed in content. Last night he and Pretty Boy had gone on their first date. After weeks of pestering, Spencer had finally said yes.

Personally, he thought the date was a huge success. The whole night had been filled with laughter and light teasing. Honestly, it wasn't much different from when he and Spencer hung out as friends. But, last night there had been a hell of a lot more open affection and smiles cost almost nothing, as if a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders. The weight of the "friend zone" was gone at long last.

Derek basked in the afterglow of the perfect date for a few more minutes. Finally though, his body overrode his mind and his need for food was more important than his happy thoughts.

"I'm not sure how much food Pretty Boy has, but I know he's got a ton of coffee here somewhere," Derek muttered under his breath, ambling into the kitchen. He yawned and stretched.

A quick assessment of the dusty cupboards and empty fridge showed that Derek was correct in his assumption, excluding one thing. Pretty Boy was fresh out of coffee. Derek raised his eyebrows and searched the kitchen once more, but still no coffee. He let out a low whistle.

I can't let Spencer wake up to no coffee. He grabbed his coat and phone before striding out into the hall, hoping he'll be back before Spencer woke up.

A whatever-looked-sweetest-on-the-menu latte in one hand and an expresso in the other, Derek walked out of the coffee shop and into the half light of the morning, pleased with his time. At least he was until his phone let out a shrill scream.

He jerked and Spencer's latte went down his shirt. The once blue shirt turned a sickly dirty pond color. Derek groaned. The buff agent pulled out his phone, hoping it wasn't Spencer. It wasn't. No, the actual caller was much worse – it was Hotch.

Sighing, he slid his finger across the screen to answer the call.

"Morgan," he said, simultaneously greeting his boss and asking what the hell do you want, it's Saturday morning.

"Morgan, we have a case. Wheels up in an hour." And with that, Hotch hung up, no doubt to call the rest of the team to inform them of their cut day off.

Derek groaned. Time to catch a bus to his house so he can grab his go bag and change his clothes real quick. I'm definitely gonna need this coffee.

Derek arrived last to the air strip. The rest of the team was gathered on the plane, not briefing, but they all were reading over the file.

"Agent Morgan, how nice of you to join us." Which is what Hotch says any time someone is late.

"Sorry Hotch, the bus was slow," Derek said, trying to catch Spencer's eye.

Spencer shifted under his gaze, but didn't meet his eyes.

Part 2 will be up soon.

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