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 ;)

Sorry for glossing over the case part. I just really really don't want to write a case fic. I'm just too lazy. Anything I could come up with right now just wouldn't do the show justice.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

Music: Well… I'm listening to Pandora so no repeat. I guess my music would be Ed Sheeran radio then.

For the first time in a log time, Spencer woke up with a smile on his face. Just the thought of his successful date with the handsome agent made him flush. The little Chinese restaurant Derek had taken him to was amazing and the company had been even better.

But his bubble of happiness was burst pretty quickly when he walked out into an empty living room. No sign Derek had even been there, except the creases on the leather.

He slumped into the kitchen, wondering what he had done wrong. Maybe I talked too much… But he never seemed to care when we were just friends.

He reached into the microwave for his coffee beans. Spencer knew it was weird that he kept his coffee beans in the microwave, but, hey, it keeps bugs and other things out.

Maybe he realized just how ugly and boring I am… Took him longer than most, but I guess he's finally figured it out.

Spencer poured the coffee beans into the coffeemaker, savoring the rich smell. It helped to brighten his mood a little, but not much.

I can't believe I pressured him into staying here. I stole his phone for goodness sake! He probably just wanted to get away, but didn't want to be mean. I even told him he could share my bed.

He shook his head in self disgust.

And then he had to make up a lie to cover up his repulsion. I mean, who would want to be that close to me anyway?

Spencer laughed hollowly, the sound echoing around his empty kitchen.

"That's enough of my little pity party," he muttered and his coffeemaker beeped. Spencer grabbed his favorite mug, the one that has all the daleks on it. He filled the mug to the top and ran his nose along the beautiful liquid. "You won't ever leave me right?" he murmured.

His coffee's answer was cut short by the chiming of his phone coming from the bedroom. Spencer groaned. That phone call could only mean one thing – a case.

Spencer trudged to his bedside table and picked up his phone with a heavy arm.

"Reid," he said upon answering.

"Reid, we have a case. Wheels up in an hour," Hotch gruffed.

"O-," Spencer was interrupted by the click of Hotch hanging up.

He sighed. Even if he had to spend this day off alone, it had still been a day off.

Optimally, seeing Derek is going to be uncomfortable. It's probably best that I avoid him. I can't stand to hear the "I'm not really interested. Sorry, but let's just stay friends." I especially can't bear to hear the "besides, you're just not sexually or romantically appealing" tacked onto the end.

When Derek climbed onto the plane, Spencer pretended he was reading.

Don't be awkward. Don't. Be. Awkward. Don'tbeawkwardDon'tbeawkwardDon'tbeawkwardDon'tbeawkward.

"Agent Morgan, how nice of you to join us." Spencer tried not to snort – typical Hotch.

"Sorry Hotch, the bus was slow," Derek said and Spencer tried not to squirm under the other agent's scrutiny.

Messaged received. Pretend last night never happened. Spencer mentally nodded and read over the case file for the fifth time.

Garcia's image on the screen started talking as soon as Derek sat down.

"Now that my sexy Chocolate Thunder has arrived, let's get started."

She presented the case and the rest of the plane ride was filled with work talk and possible MOs and psych stuff.

The case itself was pretty uneventful, considering they were dealing with a serial killer. It was what happened after the case that was eventful.

Spencer was packing up his maps and cleaning off the boards at the local police station. He hummed to himself a bit, thinking of all the sleep he was going to get (alone) when he finally got home. He almost fell asleep just thinking of his comfy (empty) bed.

Spencer turned to the door with his box and rolls of things, but before he could make it through, he tripped and stumbled into a passing cop. Spencer flushed and sputtered as the cop just laughed. He had freckles speckled all over his face and green eyes that shone in the light. His chuckle was light and airy, making Spencer think of a careless afternoon in warm sunlight.

"Sorry, sorry," Spencer said, ducking his head and wishing his hair was still long enough to cover his red blush.

"Not a problem," the officer said warmly. "I'm officer Colby McDarvy and you are handsome."

Spencer was sure that if he blushed any harder, he might just catch on fire.

"Well, I, un, uh, actually, you see, my name, um, is Dr. Spencer Reid, but you don't, don't call me that, just Re-Spencer is fine," Spencer tripped out. He chuckled nervously. He didn't notice Derek entering the room.

Colby's smile widened, if that was possible. "A doctor huh?" He bumped Spencer's shoulder playfully. "Sexy and smart - a perfect combo."

Spencer thought he might just implode, no matter how scientifically impossible that is. He opened his mouth to answer, although he had no idea what he was going to say. But before he could speak, Colby was bowled over by a certain someone. That certain someone being Derek Morgan.

The genius could only gape as Derek forcibly pushed himself between the other two men. Derek glared at Colby. Colby's eyes widened and he slowly backed out of the room, palms up and out.

"Alright, alright. I know when I'm not wanted," Colby muttered.

Spencer snapped his jaw shut and tried to calm himself down. He walked back to the table with purposefully measured steps. He set the box and rolls down, careful not to slam them down like he wanted to.

That done, he rounded on Derek.

"And just what the hell was that?" Spencer burst out.

Derek looked affronted, like how dare Spencer act like he was doing anything but being a perfect gentleman in every single way. "He was coming onto you!" Derek tried to defend himself.

"Why do you care who is interested in me? You made it pretty obvious this morning that you aren't interested," Spencer growled, frustrated.

"What are you talking about?" Derek looked genuinely confused under all the outward hostility. "If anything, you made it pretty clear that you want to pretend last night never happened."

"Me?" Spencer almost shouted.

"Oh can you honestly say you don't think I didn't notice that you wouldn't meet my eye all day? Or that you made Hotch change what you were doing when he told you to interview suspects with me?" Derek snapped.

"That's only because I thought you had finally figured out what a terrible romantic pursuit I am!"

Derek's anger seemed to melt. "Why would you think that?"

Spencer's anger and hurt was far from gone and his sass came out to join the party. "Oh, gee, I don't know. Maybe it was the little disappearing act you pulled this morning. Couldn't stand my mere presence in the other room any more, huh?" Spencer spat.

"I went out to get coffee for us."

Spencer deflated and his face went slack. The fire in his eyes was smothered. "You, uh, but, I already had coffee…," he trailed off.

"Where?" Derek looked incredulous. "I looked everywhere. Twice."

Spencer suddenly laughed. The tension flew out of the room like someone had just opened a window. "I keep my coffee in the microwave."

"What? Why?" Derek raised his eyebrows.

Spencer shrugged. "It keeps insects and other organic organisms out."

"Huh." Derek chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "So to clear this all up - I am still romantically interested in you, Spencer Reid. Do you feel the same way about me?"

"Yes," Spencer grinned, relief washing over him like a tsunami. "I am romantically interested in you Derek Morgan.

Derek smiled and pulled Spencer to his chest.

You get an invisible pie (hint, hint) if you guess who I based the cop off of. Although, it is a bit of a stretch.

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