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Pretty Boy: Reprise	By : Wagamama_hime Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5108 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter One
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. It is the sole intellectual property of the CBS Corp. This is a work of fiction and I am making no profit from its publication.
A/N: Hello, everyone! And welcome to Pretty Boy, Part Two! Or, what happens after Derek leaves Spencer in Vegas. You didn't think Spencer would just let it go, did you? ;p This story will be different from the first part in that the drama/angst will focus more on that which stems from trying to establish a relationship. It won't be anything like a sketchy Unsub lurking in the shadows, haha. But, I hope you will enjoy it just as much! As for setting, this story takes place about 6 months after the events in Pretty Boy (during the winter Holidays) and is set in Virginia/D.C.
And welcome to anyone who's 'new' to this series as well! I would say you should probably read the original to get an idea of what's going on, but, hey, that's up to you! I explain a little bit of the events from the first story, but I don't go into very much detail. You could totally read this as a 'hook-up' story if you want to skip the original, but I think you might be a bit lost. And for those of you who have come back to me after our first romp, welcome to you as well! I hope I didn't take so long that you'll need to re-read the original as a refresher! (But, by all means, please do if you'd like to :3)
Lastly, this story has an explicit rating, so general warnings for the entire story include: SEX (male-male); coarse language; and references to past abuse. I have no intention of warning for every chapter, so, obviously, read at your own risk.
And a super shout-out to my new beta-buddy, A_WarriorZ_Haven!
So, off we go! I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts!
Xoxo

Derek Morgan set down his freshly-refilled cup of coffee, before pulling out his chair and taking a seat in front of his desk. He reached over to start on the next case he needed to work up and stopped for a moment, staring at his pile. When he had gotten up for more coffee, he could've sworn there were only five files left there. Now there were definitely eight.
With an unimpressed look, he glanced across the top of his desk and stared at the bowed head of Emily Prentiss, who was sitting at the desk opposite his. The brunette didn't flinch as she worked studiously on the open case in front of her. Derek continued to stare, and after a few more minutes Emily slammed her hands on her desk and looked up at him.
"Fine, fine! Don't death-glare me," she said, with exasperation, as she held her open hand out to him, expectantly.
"Don't go slipping extra files into my pile," Derek teased as he grinned at her and handed the extras back to her.
When the thick pile landed in her hand, Emily looked at them with confusion.
"Hey! I only gave you three extra files, why do I suddenly have five now?" she asked.
"That's the tax you pay for trying to get one over on me, Prentiss," Derek said as he winked at her.
Emily just rolled her eyes but kept her complaining to herself.
Chuckling at his victory, Derek leaned back and happily took a sip of his coffee. The last few months had been quite hectic at the Bureau. After the difficult time they had in Vegas chasing Adrian Moore, better known as 'the Judgment Maker'—an obsessive and delusional, morality-driven Unsub—the team had come back and tackled almost twenty more suspects. Among the most notable had been six serial killers, two serial rapists, a domestic terrorist group, and a slew of kidnappers and spree killers. It had been more than anyone had wanted to deal with.
But now that the Holidays were approaching, the higher-ups were making a concerted effort to reduce the number of cases they were assigning. Of course, no one could stop emergency, or time-sensitive, cases that popped up now and then, so there was always the possibility they could be called away at any moment. But it was a nice gesture that they were going to be given a break for the holidays, at least in theory.
And Derek was definitely looking forward to his holiday plans. He was going to take off two full weeks. He intended to spend at least half that time visiting his mother and his sisters in Chicago, and wasn't yet sure if he wanted to dedicate the rest of it to a staycation and renovating houses, or if he just wanted to get on a plane and escape somewhere. It would be a nice change of pace, since Derek really hadn't had any time to himself since Vegas. But, there were definitely pros and cons to having 'time' to oneself. While he had kept himself busy with work and chasing Unsubs over the past few months, he wasn't sure what topics his thoughts would wander to once he had nothing to distract himself with. And there was one particular topic he had been trying very hard to keep out of his mind.
The ringing of his phone drew him out of his mini coffee-break and he placed the mug down on the desk as he leaned forward to lift the phone off the receiver.
"Derek Morgan," he answered.
"H-hey Agent Morgan… uh… Derek," he heard a familiar, hesitant voice say.
Derek's eyes widened. It was Spencer Reid.
It had been almost six months since he had last seen Spencer. The thought of the boy, and especially the last moments they spent together, hot and sated, curled up next to each other in Spencer's bed, sent a rush of emotions through Derek and caused his face to flush. He really hadn't expected to hear from the boy ever again.
After Spencer had called Derek, upon finding out the older man had engineered a $100,000 windfall for him, the boy had only followed up with him once, via email. A few weeks after receiving that phone call, Derek walked into work one morning and an email was waiting in his inbox. In it, Spencer had explained that, just days after he had spoken to Derek on the phone, he had quit his job at Mon Petit Chien—the strip club he had been working at when Derek first met him. Then, a few weeks after that, he had managed to become readmitted to his bachelor's degree program, on full-scholarship, and the professors had pulled some strings so that he would be able to start at the beginning of the fall semester. Which also happened to be the day that Spencer was writing Derek.
Spencer's email had gone on to effusively thank Derek, again, for all his help. And when he was done, he had signed it 'With love, Spencer Reid.' Derek had lingered on the term of endearment—probably far longer than he should have—wondering if he should read anything into it. But Spencer was quirky and always said and did things that others tended to misunderstand. So, Derek had not allowed himself to get his hopes up. Instead, he had written back that he was happy to hear things were working out so well for him and he wished Spencer all the best. He had signed his, 'Sincerely, Agent Morgan.' And he hadn't heard anything from Spencer Reid after that. Until now…
"Hey, kid! How're you doing?" Derek asked in a quiet voice, genuinely happy to hear from him, but suddenly concerned about his colleagues overhearing him.
"I'm good!" Spencer said, his voice sounding chipper and excited. "School's been going great and I really… well, I love being back here. I didn't know how much I missed it but… and don't call me a nerd… but, I just really love learning."
Derek laughed warmly.
"I wouldn't dare call you a nerd. You're probably the smartest person I know. So, if you think something's fun to learn, it most likely is," Derek said.
Spencer didn't respond, and Derek could just imagine the kid blushing in embarrassment at the praise he was receiving.
"So, would I be correct in assuming you're getting straight A's over there? Kicking ass and taking names?" Derek asked, teasingly.
He heard Spencer laugh lightly.
"Well, I wouldn't say that, but… yes, I'm getting A's," Spencer said humbly.
"I wouldn't expect any less than that from you, kid," Derek said, fondly.
"So, to what do I owe the honor of getting a call from Spencer Reid?" Derek asked with a smile. He almost kicked himself when he saw Emily's head shoot up and she turned to glance at him curiously. She tried to mouth a question at him, but he turned away from her, pointedly telling her to butt-out.
"Well… the semester's coming to an end, and I've got winter break coming up…" Spencer trailed off.
"Yeah, ok?" Derek asked, as he absentmindedly twirled a pen between his fingers.
"Um… So, I was thinking I really want to take a trip to D.C. You know, they have so many great museums, and all this research going on down there… I think being able to see all that could be really interesting," Spencer said, rushing his words.
"That sounds great, kid. I think you'd have a good time down here," Derek said.
"Well… I don't know anyone there, so I was wondering if I come by…um… do you think you could show me around…? Maybe? Y-you know, if you're not too busy with work, of course," Spencer asked.
Derek blinked in surprise, but then smiled.
"Sure, that sounds great! I know some great places around here," he said, already getting excited about taking Spencer around and helping the kid loosen up. From what he knew about Spencer, the boy barely ever went out and let himself just have 'fun.' Derek knew that Spencer would have a good time if he spent his vacation with him.
"Really?" Spencer asked, the lilt in his voice reflecting how happy he was. "Thanks! That'll be a big help."
"No problem. Where will you be staying?" Derek asked.
"Um… I'm not sure yet. I guess just at some local hotel," Spencer mumbled.
Derek frowned.
"Spencer, I know money's probably tight for you, especially now that you're a college student again. I don't want you wasting it on paying for an expensive D.C. hotel," Derek said.
Spencer was silent on his end of the phone. Derek could already imagine that the boy was probably nibbling on his bottom lip. Then Derek had an idea.
"Look, why don't you just stay with me? I've got a few weeks off from work coming up, so it wouldn't be any kind of inconvenience. Besides, I'd prefer you stay with someone you know than be all by yourself in a city you've never been to," Derek explained.
"Wh-what? Are you for real?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah, why not? I've got an extra bedroom, so there's more than enough room for you. And I think it'll be a lot of fun," Derek said with a smile.
"Wow… Ok! Yeah, that sounds really good. That sounds perfect, actually!" Spencer said, sounding excited. Derek's smile grew wider hearing the eagerness in the boy's voice. He wished he could see Spencer's face right now.
"Great, so just let me know the dates and everything and we'll make a plan," he told him.
"Ok, sure! I'll send you an email. Thanks again… Derek," Spencer said.
Derek smiled to himself as he heard Spencer hang up the phone.
When he turned back to his desk, he was met with the inquisitive eyes of Emily Prentiss.
"What was that all about? Did you say Spencer? How's he doing?" Emily asked, eyes bright with excitement.
Derek sighed to himself. He didn't think he could lie to her about who had been on the other end of the line. It had been pretty apparent. But, for some reason, he felt reluctant to share with her. Even though the whole team had worked on the case, he felt that there was something special about his relationship with Spencer. He didn't necessarily want to let anyone else in on it.
"Morgan?" she persisted, eyebrow arched in confusion.
"Yeah… that was Spencer," he said.
"Ok… So, is everything alright with him?" she asked, now sounding concerned.
"Yeah, he's great. He was just telling me about school and stuff like that," he told her.
"School?" she asked, perking up. "He was able to go back to school? That's so great! I wonder how he managed that."
"Um… his situation changed a bit after we left so he was able to quit working at the club," Derek said, feeling somewhat hesitant. Looking back on it, it had probably been extremely unconscionable for him to have threatened Danny Wallace into giving Spencer that money. Especially seeing as he was a federal agent. So Derek was going to be as vague as possible when it came to the details.
Emily's eyes widened.
"Oh my God, that's so wonderful for him," she said, looking genuinely delighted.
She then tilted her head and looked at him curiously.
"But… did he tell you all that just now in that short conversation or… have you guys been keeping in touch?" she asked with a smirk.
Derek flushed, not quite sure what her smirk was meant to imply.
"He got in touch with me a few weeks after the case and told me he had re-enrolled in school," Derek said as he closed the case file in front of him with a bit more force than he had intended. "I haven't spoken to him for months since then."
Emily shrugged her shoulders as she sat back, sensing Derek's obvious annoyance.
"Ok… Well, it's nice that he thought to update you. So what'd he call to talk about today then?" she asked.
Derek glanced at her, wishing she would end her line of questioning, and feeling like just telling her it really wasn't any of her business. But he knew Emily Prentiss well. The more evasive he was, the more she would push. And if she was forced to push she'd likely get more out of him than he'd want to divulge.
"He… told me he was thinking of visiting D.C. over his winter break," he said.
"Oh, that's a really good idea. Spencer's such a curious kid, it'd be good for him to broaden his horizons a little and see new places," Emily said as she nodded.
Derek sighed in relief as he re-opened his file, assuming the conversation was over.
"And I can't wait to tell J.J. She'll be so excited. She's been so worried about him since we left," Emily mentioned.
Derek froze.
"Uh… Wait. Just hold off on telling the others about this for now, ok?" he said.
Emily's brows furrowed in confusion.
"Why?" she asked.
"Well… I mean, there's no telling if everything'll work out as planned. He is a student. Things could always pop up last minute. You know? Let's just wait until he's really finalized things and actually booked a flight before we go broadcasting it. Don't want to get anyone's hopes up just yet, you know?" Derek said.
Emily stared at him for a second, eyebrow arched inquisitively, as she considered his words.
"Huh. Ok. I guess that makes sense. J.J. would probably be really disappointed if we told her he was coming and then he ultimately had to back out. So… I guess I'll hold off for the time being. But, just keep me posted, ok?" she asked.
"Sure thing," Derek mumbled as his eyes dropped back down to his file.
He could feel Emily's eyes lingering on him and he thought, for a second, she even seemed as if she wanted to ask him another question. But then he heard the rustling of papers on her desk, and he let out a sigh of relief as she went back to working on her case write-up.
Now, left to his own thoughts, Derek's mind quickly strayed from the report he was supposed to be working on. He was beyond excited that Spencer was going to be visiting. But, it bothered him that he wanted so badly to keep the boy's visit a secret from his colleagues. It almost seemed as if he wanted to keep Spencer all to himself. Even Derek had to admit that that didn't really make sense if he was actually 'over' the boy, like he thought he was. Derek had told Spencer to put him out of his mind, take some time and distance and 'think' about what he wanted, in the hope that the boy would come to his senses and see that he didn't really want what he had professed to want. But Derek hadn't seemed to be able to follow his own advice.
After returning from Vegas, Derek had spent more time thinking of Spencer Reid than he was proud of. Spencer's eyes, the smell of his hair, the way his face scrunched up when he was annoyed… it was relentless, and distracting. But, being back home had been sobering as well. Once the stark reality of their situation, and the lines he had allowed himself to cross, had sunk in, the other thing Derek had found himself thinking about, at length, was that it would be better if Spencer just forgot about him. Not… forget that they had ever met. No, the way he had been able to get Spencer to trust him, rely on him, and open up to him would always be a proud moment in his life. But, he wanted Spencer to forget that he had thought he wanted to 'be' with Derek. Derek couldn't shake the feeling that, if the situation was different, Spencer would never have fallen for him.
Spencer had filled his mind for weeks, but with the distance, Derek had convinced himself that it was merely infatuation. He had to. He couldn't see how, in reality, anything could really work between them. And that had allowed him to throw himself back into his work—concentrate, and work on making Spencer a memory. He didn't want to think about why his heart had sped up a few moments ago when he heard Spencer's soft and hesitant voice on the phone, or how his mind had had no trouble flooding his thoughts with images of Spencer moaning and gasping as he kissed and touched him. He didn't want to think about how hard this would be on him to have to see the kid again, knowing that there wasn't going to be anything between them. Derek needed to give Spencer a chance to be normal, and he was going to start that off with letting the boy enjoy his winter break.
So, putting out of his mind the thoughts of what Spencer's visit would mean for him—or what it would do to him to have the kid here, and then have to say goodbye to him yet again—he began to think about all the things he would plan for the boy's visit.
He couldn't wait to see the kid.

When Spencer hung up the phone, he was giddy with excitement. That conversation had gone a lot better than he had planned. Well, he hadn't had any real 'plan,' actually. He had been struggling to hold himself back for months, trying not to call 'Supervisory Special Agent' Derek Morgan. But he had just confirmed his winter break schedule and the first thing that crossed his mind was that he wanted to see Derek—badly. But Spencer didn't know exactly what he wanted from Derek, or why he wanted to see the man, at all.
Thinking back to the last time he had seen Derek, Spencer remembered how hurt he had been when he woke up that morning, months ago, and saw that Derek had left him without even a word of goodbye. On one hand, he understood why. Knowing himself, and the emotional place he was in at that moment, Spencer was sure he would have cried like a baby if Derek had tried to say goodbye. But, it was still a painful shock to wake up the night after having done that with the other man and find that he was all alone.
He had tried to convince himself of the truth of Derek's words from the night before—that the man said he cared about him, and that he wanted him, but for the moment, it was best for them to have some space. So, Spencer had fought the urge to call Derek moments after he had woken up, assuming the older man was already on a plane headed back to Virginia. He figured that was the mature thing to do. But it didn't do anything to help the heavy feeling that hung on his heart.
As soon as he woke up he had felt the emptiness left behind by Derek's absence. He missed him. His days had been full with the man's broad smile and his hearty chuckle. But there also were moments when Derek looked so mad at him, when he did something reckless, that he looked like he wanted to shake some sense into him. But, he liked that too. He liked knowing that there was someone around who thought he mattered enough to even bother getting mad when he did something stupid. Spencer loved the way the older man's dark brown eyes would flash with whatever emotion he was feeling. And he just loved Derek's good-naturedness. Derek talked to him—never at him, and definitely never down to him—and he cared about him. Derek had been the only good thing that had happened to Spencer in years.
He had made Spencer feel things that he just didn't know how to deal with. And his absence left a big void—bigger than Spencer wanted to admit to himself. So that morning when he got up, feeling empty and saddened, he had no idea what his future was going to look like. Derek had been a burst of sunlight, and now with him gone, things looked drearier than they ever had before. And when he went to look at himself in the mirror, cringing at the ugly bruise around his sore neck, Spencer was even more convinced that things could never be the same—that he couldn't just 'go back to the way things were.' The bruise was a stark reminder of what this life had led him to. And just thinking about Adrian Moore sent shivers of terror down his spine. He didn't know how soon—or, if ever—the image of the enraged man, looming over him as he tried to squeeze the life out of him, would go away.
He hadn't thought he would have it in him to go to work later that day, especially since he knew many of his coworkers had seen him get wheeled out on a stretcher the night before. They probably would have been able to piece it together by that point that he was, in some way, involved with the man the FBI had had to lethally take down inside the large mansion. He didn't think there was any way he could cover up the bruising on his neck and he didn't want to have to explain to them, in detail, what had happened.
So he was more than relieved when he had received a call from Lindy Roth, his manager, about an hour after he woke up. The woman's voice had been shaky, as if she was on the verge of tears, as she told him how shocked she was that Adrian Moore, one of the club's investors, had been the person responsible for the slew of killings. Spencer wondered if maybe she was close to the man, but her voice sounded more horrified than morose. She had gone on to tell him that she understood he must have gone through something really terrible and that he didn't have to come into work that day. She also said that he was still going to be paid for the night, even though the party had had to be cut short. Spencer couldn't deny that he was surprised by Lindy's contrition and generosity. The woman had been less than kind to him over the past days, her actions bordering on malicious, more often than not. So he couldn't help but to be suspicious and wonder, briefly, if maybe she felt guilty for some reason. But while he didn't quite trust her, he wasn't going to jinx himself by asking any questions, and he had politely thanked her before hanging up.
After that, and knowing that he would be left to his own thoughts all day, that stifling feeling had returned to his chest as he began to think about Derek again. He hated the thought of being alone in his apartment; things still felt so strange since he hadn't been back there in two nights because of the ever-present threat of Adrian Moore. And with all the confusion and discontent he was feeling, all he really felt like he wanted to do was go see his mother. But, he didn't want her to see him like this—a mopey, disheveled mess. And if he showed up there in a turtleneck—which was about all he could probably do to cover up his bruises— when it was summer in Vegas, she would definitely have questions. So he had done the only thing he could think of—he had called. Bennington didn't usually allow the patients to take personal phone calls outside of firmly delineated hours, but they knew Spencer so well that one of the nurses had conceded and brought a phone over to Diana's room.
And when his mother picked up, that was when he really had started crying. Diana Reid had been shocked by her son's reaction, but she quickly adapted. Remembering back to her supportive words, and thankful that he had caught her on a 'good day,' Spencer knew it had been the right decision to call her:
"Spencer, Spencer… Baby, what's wrong? Calm down," Diana said in a soothing voice.
"M-mom… I just… I can't deal with all of this. Why does everything… why does everything always go so wrong?" he asked her, sure he wasn't making very much sense.
"What happened?" Diana asked.
If her son was anything, it was definitely not openly emotional. He always put on a strong front, as if he thought he had to show everyone else that he could handle anything and everything life threw at him. She especially knew that the one person he never wanted to see him struggling was her. So she immediately knew that whatever it was that was bothering her boy, it must be serious. Spencer seemed to be in crisis.
"I… I just feel so alone. H-he left me and I don't… I don't know how to deal with it," Spencer explained.
"Who left you, baby?" she asked, her confusion apparent.
And then Spencer wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know how to tell his mother any of this—or if he even could. How could he explain to her that he had recently spent almost every waking hour under the protection of the FBI because a deranged killer was stalking him? And, oh yeah, that killer was associated with the strip club that he had been working at for two years without her knowledge, in addition to the numerous other seedy things he had done to make money over the years. And how could he then tell her that, while being pursued by said-killer, he had fallen head-over-heels for the male agent who had come to town to solve the case and now that man had left him?
"Spencer… you can tell me anything," Diana's voice came after Spencer had gone silent.
That simple sentence was enough to alleviate some of Spencer's distress and he let out a small sigh.
"I… I met someone? And um…I think I d-developed some…uh… f-feelings... But he was only here for a short time because of w-work and I didn't think it'd hurt so bad for him to leave. B-but now he's gone and I… I feel so alone," he said, tears filling his eyes again.
"Spencer… this person… did he seem to return your feelings?" she asked carefully.
Spencer blushed, remembering back to the night before when Derek had touched him, kissed him, held him and… frankly, blew his mind. But, of course, he couldn't, and wouldn't, share any of that with his mother.
"I… I think he feels something. At least that's what he made it sound like," Spencer said hesitantly.
Diana smiled to herself. She could hear the confusion and uncertainty in her son's voice. And she already knew, without Spencer having to say anything to her, that this was the first time he had ever experienced 'feelings' like these. That was exactly why he was so worked up, and also so unsure, about how to handle his feelings. She didn't care at all that her son had practically admitted to her that he was interested in another man. She wasn't even sure he was aware he had made such a big 'announcement.' All she cared about was making sure Spencer felt better about what was probably a very frustrating and bewildering experience.
"So, he had to leave because of work?" she asked, trying to parse out as much information as she could.
"Y-yeah… he left this morning," Spencer said.
"And he didn't say he was leaving because of anything to do with you, did he?" she asked.
"N-no… I guess not," Spencer said.
"And where is home for him?" she asked gently.
"D.C.," Spencer said, voice hitching again, as he thought about how futile this whole thing was, considering the drastic distance.
"You make it sound like he's on Mars, Spencer," Diana teased. "You're my brilliant boy who was talking circles around his teachers by the time he was four. You've always been able to solve any problem put in front of you."
"Wh-what are you saying?" Spencer asked, furrowing his brows.
"Don't give up if you think there might be something there. Love is so precious, Spencer. And, especially for you, to be able to even admit out loud that you have these 'feelings'—even if you might not quite understand them right now—that tells me that this means something. Right now it might be difficult to decide what you want to do, but that doesn't mean all hope is lost. If something's meant to come from this, it will. Ok, baby? You don't have to have all the answers right this very minute," she said softly.
The call had ended shortly after that, with Spencer feeling much more reluctant to talk after his mother had said the 'love' word. That was something he wasn't quite sure he was ready to think about. But his mother's words had been supportive and comforting, and had really helped him to surmount the first big hill he was dealing with, which was how to even function. And after that, he had told himself to put Derek Morgan out of his mind for the moment—like his mother had said, if something was meant to come of it, then it just would. In the meantime, Spencer had told himself that he would toughen up, hoping to protect his heart from any further pain or distress.
So, days later, Spencer was shocked to have received a mysterious letter, accompanied by a check for an egregiously large amount of money. And when he had called Derek in Virginia—after being led to inquire with the older man because of the letter's mention of a "Fed friend"—he had been brought to tears when Derek had explained that he had gone out of his way to arrange it so that Spencer could have the money to 'start over.' The man's words had ripped off the fragile defenses Spencer had started to construct around his heart. His heart had, in actuality, swelled at hearing Derek's voice and hearing the man's reasoning for his altruistic act. And Spencer knew he was done for. There was no way he was going to be kicking the habit that was Derek Morgan.
But, Derek's words the night before he left Spencer made it clear that Derek wanted Spencer to take their time apart to figure out his feelings. Even though Spencer's heart had been almost bursting, and he had wanted to just let Derek know over the phone, he knew Derek would never accept any kind of profession of love so close in time to the aftermath of the Adrian Moore incident.
Derek had said he wanted Spencer to live his life and to take advantage of his opportunities. Spencer knew he needed to show Derek that he had thought about what he really wanted. That, now because he didn't have to worry about his, and his mother's, financial stability, he had been able to remove himself from the fear and unhappiness that came along with working at the Club. And he had re-immersed himself in what he really loved to do—learning. He would show him that he was finally happy. And that, even without needing Derek to protect him—like he had all those days Moore had been stalking him—Derek, out of anyone else in the world was still the only one for him. Derek was the only thing missing. The only thing he wanted.
So, Spencer was going to D.C. And he planned on showing Derek just how serious he was.

A/N: Ok, and we're back in the game, y'all. (I'm from NJ; I don't know why I'm pretending I can say stuff like y'all, hahaha!) I'm excited to take on this sequel and I hope you guys are interested in seeing how things progress between Derek & Spencer. All the issues and 'what ifs' from the original will be addressed here, and of course I'll throw in some additional struggles ;p. This will probably be a 'feels'-heavy story, and I'm a very dialogue-driven writer so you'll probably have a lot of really in-depth convos between the characters. Just a heads up.
And, a few logistical things since this is this first chapter: similar to my 'lack of knowledge' of locations when I was writing about Vegas, I don't know very much about the DMV area. So, please bear with me. The point of the story isn't for my info to be super-factual, since the 'setting' really isn't that important. I will try to make an effort to look up some info about the area, though. Also, I know the BAU is located in Quantico, VA. But I'm having Derek live in D.C. since it's just easier for them to find things to do if he lives closer to the city than to his job. Seems it's only about an hour away and I think that's believable for a commute. (I know some of you probably really don't even care about any of this (these are all the crazy little nitpicky things writers think about, haha ;p), but I'm just explaining it for those who might have questions.)
Ok, please let me know your thoughts on the first chapter and I'll get cracking on chapter 2!
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