The Very Nice, Very Lovely Derek Morgan
He woke up to the sound of laughter next to him. Soon, the laughter turned into uncontrollable tears.
“Spencer?” Something’s wrong, Morgan thought to himself. Reid was sweaty, and tears streamed maniacally down his face. “Wake up!” He told him. No response. “Spencer. Spencer! SPENCER!” He screamed at the other man, and he finally shot up, awake.
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As he wandered of to the bathroom, Morgan picked up his phone that was charging upon his nightstand, and opened his notes.
Title: Spencer
Text: So far we know he can freeze and melt stuff with his bare hands. But I think he has the ability to manipulate his own body temperature as well and I don’t even think he’s aware of it! Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. It’s already scary as it is, there’s no need to make things worse. One problem at a time.
He shut off his phone, automatically locking the notes, and went back to sleep.
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He couldn’t go back to sleep after his shower. He just watched Derek. He seemed so peaceful. So calm. There were no worries. No problems. No super powers. No nothing. And in the dim lighting of the room, Spencer found himself staring at the older man, sleeping safe and sound, in front of him.
I wish it could always be like this
Just you and me
I wish I wasn’t such a burden
And I wish I could set you free
I wish there was no pain
And we lived in a fairytale
I wish your hands would caress
My skin, so soft and pale
I wish you were happy
Truly, truly, happy
And I wish our lives were nothing
But a simple romantic movie
I wish you’d see me
So that I wouldn’t have to lie
I wish you wouldn’t have thought of me
As but a sweet pumpkin pie
And, oh, how I wish I could hold you
In my arms, oh so tight
And I wish I could hold you
Restlessly though the night
He didn’t even realize he’d been staring all night, until Derek started to shift awake. In a panic, Spencer shut his eyes and pretended to be sleeping, as Derek turned to face him.
“I know you’re awake, pretty boy!” He said sleepily. “I can tell, cuz you do that thing where your eye twitches when you’re pretending to be asleep.” He continued, but Spencer didn’t move. Ok, Derek thought to himself, and sighed, moving closer to Reid, and wrapping and arm around him.
“Guess I’ll have to kiss you awake, huh?” he said, in between the kisses he was placing all over Spencer’s cheeks. Sill, he go no reply. This went on for about five minutes, until Derek slowly stopped. Instead, he placed his head on Spencer’s chest, and played with the soft fabric of his shirt. “You know,” he started, “we’re gonna have to get up soon...” that earned him a sleepy grunt, from Spencer, in protest.
“I don’t wanna get up!” He finally said, sleepily, ruining his cover. Derek chuckled lightly, as he pressed soft kisses on Spencer’s chest, over his shirt. Spencer wrapped an arm around Derek, the other bent next to his head, his hand under his pillow. The light started to shine through the window as Spencer felt himself falling asleep.
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“Hey pretty boy! Get up!” Derek was no longer in his arms, instead he was already dressed, and standing next to the bed, as he hit Spencer lightly with his pajama shirt. Spencer shifted to face the other side, waving Derek to go away. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late!” He lightly grabbed Spencer’s arm, lifting him up, so that he was seated on the bed.
Spencer wabbled lightly, “I don’t wanna go to work!” He told the other man, in a sleepy and grumpy voice. “Can’t we just call in sick, or sometin’...” he suggested, and Derek laughed, sitting on the bed next to him.
“No! No we can not!” Despite his words, Derek sounded sweet, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face, making Spencer smile back. “C’ mon, I think I have some clothes that don’t fit me anymore, you could borrow them.” he said, sliding off the bed, dragging a sleepy Reid along with him.
“How long was I asleep?” Spencer yawned as he leaned against Derek for support.
“About 2 hours...” He shrugged off.
“2 HOURS?! WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP?!” Spencer’s tone turned angry as stood up-right.
“You looked so cute, I didn’t wanna disturb you!” Derek responded with a smile, and Spencer groaned.
“I did not!” He protested and punched Morgan’s arm playfully. Derek chuckled and handed Spencer a plain, black button up, and black slacks. “Great! Now I’ll look like I’m going to a funeral...” he mumbled under his breath.
“I could always give you one of my long sleeves, but I think the team’ll know...” Spencer just sighed, and took the the clothes.
“Sorry,” he apologized, “I’m just a little grumpy before my coffee, I didn’t mean it...” he trailed off.
“Yeah, I kinda got that,” he chuckled again, “imma make you some coffee!” He finished, and Spencer’s face lit up a smile that went from ear to ear.
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They were holding hands when they got in the elevator, and once they were about to leave, Morgan took his hand back and shoved it in his pocket.
“I just think—” he started, and the elevator doors opened. Spencer nodded at him in understanding, telling Derek he didn’t even need to finish his sentence.
JJ waved Spencer over to her desk, as soon as Morgan left his side. He walked hesitantly towards her, looking around for any of distraction.
“So.. how’d it go?” She asked with a grin. “Did you guys talk?” She emphasized as he sat on her desk.
“Yeah...” he said smiling at the floor. “Yes we did...”
“You really like him don’t you?” She asked, her tone shifting from playful to fondness, and he shook his head up and down.
“Nice shirt!” He attempted to change the subject, and it worked.
“Wha- huh?” She stuttered, looking down. “Oh, yeah, it’s, umm, it’s nothing...” she tried to shrug off.
“Oh, I don’t know...” he said with a skeptical tone. “I don’t think wearing your “co-worker’s” clothes is nothing.” he pressed.
“You’re one to talk!” She scoffed, and they both laughed. Hotch walked out of his office, and waved JJ over.
“We got a case?” Spencer asked her.
“I think so.” She said walking away. They all met in the conference room a few minutes later. Morgan brought Reid his second cup of coffee, and sat between him and Rossi at the table. JJ sat next to Emily, and Garcia walked in with the controller in her hand.
Spencer brought the cup to lips and wicked a little at the contact, before starting to drink it.
“How the hell are you able to drink that?!” Came an shocked voice from his side. “Seriously, I’ve had my coffee for a half an hour, and it burns my hands if I hold for more than ten seconds!” Emily continued. “And I just saw Morgan make that, so, how can you just drink it?!” She was angry, but not at him, at her coffee. Morgan noticed the panic start to appear on Reid’s face, as he looked at him for help.
“I put a few ice cubes in it, maybe you didn’t notice it...” He covered for Spencer, and notice his expression start to relax, and nodded, silently thanking him.
“Ok, settle down, Garcia!” Hotch interrupted their conversation, waving at Penelope to start.
“Yes sir!” She said playfully, “Three bodies have been found in Provo, Utah. Jamie Lakewood, our first victim, was found by her girlfriend when she got home.”
“Girlfriend?” Spencer asked furrowing his eyebrows. “Were the other two queer?” He asked
“Yes, Charlie Isabel Williams, the second victim, was intersex, and pansexual, and John Martins, our last victim was bisexual, and had a boyfriend, which was also the one who found his body...” she trailed off.
“Do we know the cause of death?” JJ asked softly, snapping Garcia out of her thoughts.
“Huh? Well, they had all been stabbed twice, but the COD was dehydration. Also, if you look in your tablets, you’ll see they were all missing their hearts. The PD asked us to take the case a few days ago, before the third body dropped.” She finished.
“Why are we only hearing about this now?” Rossi asked, shaking his head in confusion, and shifting his gaze back and forth between Garcia and pictures in front of him.
“Well, with the amount of cases we get, it only made it to my desk this morning.” JJ interrupted.
“Is there anything else we need to know about these victims?” Hotch asked, looking at Garcia.
“All the victims had been missing for a week, and died within the first 72 hours of their capture.” She responded.
“How long between each of the captures?” Prentiss asked.
“Two days, and the latest victim, was dumped yesterday.” Garcia answered.
“We need to get down there before our unsub chooses his next victim! Wheels up in 30!”