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Spencer Will Be Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 12864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The morning after the shooting:
The next morning Derek and Spencer’s goodbye kiss is brief but passionate. As soon as Spencer leaves the safe house, he’ll have to pretend Derek is dead. With a deep breath, Spencer exits, ready to face the day. Mbizi is silent at his side but his strength and support are almost tangible.
There is a bit of time before the conference and Spencer takes the time to meditate. His heart slows and his mind quiets even if just for a few moments. Centered, Spencer focuses on the feelings he would feel if Derek truly was dead. His chest begins to feel tight, his body numbing with shock, and tears well in his eyes. With the first tear trailing down his cheek, Spencer knows he is ready. His emotion swells up and he welcomes it. Spencer cries quietly for several minutes before banking the grief, the sorrow, and the pain. He goes to the bathroom with Mbizi following him. He rubs his face clean of tears, eying his reflection carefully. His eyes are a bit red, his face pale except for where he had wiped away the tear tracks. Satisfied that he looks like a suitably grieving boyfriend, Spencer finds the rest of the team.
The others all have their game faces on too. Grim and somber, looking every inch like they are grieving the loss of a close friend. With Strauss’ arrival they are ready to go to the press conference. Their guards remain alert but stand off to the side and are not captured by the cameras.
To ensure his grief remains genuine, Spencer floods his mind with all those horrible imaginings of Derek’s death he’s experienced in his nightmares. The horrible images of Derek bloody and unnaturally still overwhelm him. Spencer is barely aware of anything outside himself. Tears wet his cheeks, the pressure of his grief builds in his chest and Spencer feels weak. He leans heavily on Dave, who is strong and comforting without a single word. Too lost in his grief to realize it is time to leave, Dave guides him carefully back inside.
Spencer is too far gone to pull back and within the safe walls on the BAU, he falls to his knees and weeps. The grief he’d shown for the cameras was genuine. A life without Derek is far too bleak to imagine. He sobs harshly; Spencer is unable to stop the images from flashing through his mind, powerless to halt the dark, hopeless feeling that is overwhelming him. Derek is his everything, without him Spencer has nothing, is nothing. He feels the warm embrace of Mbizi. It pulls him back slightly but not enough to stop his sobbing. Mbizi’s arms are comforting, strong and dependable like his love’s arms. But they aren’t Derek’s and what he needs now is Derek. His heart cries irrationally: where is Derek?
Spencer is startled by the abrupt sound of his phone ringing. Tears blur his vision as he checks the number, it isn’t one he recognizes. Spencer sniffs loudly, forcing his grief out of his voice. He answers with a tentative, “Hello?”
“Pretty Boy.”
His breath hitches, “D—Derek!”
“I’m here, Baby.” Derek’s voice is soothing, whispering words of love, assurance, and comfort. His voice brings Spencer back from the brink and he soon quiets. Derek can understand how the lines between real and fake can blur, especially for them. The fear of losing the other is always there in the back of their minds. Every day could be the day that they are killed by some UnSub. Pretending his worst fear has come true is bound to be hard on his Baby. Putting himself in Spencer’s place, Derek knows he’d be just as much a wreck.
“Der…”
He can hear the unspoken plea in Spencer’s voice. “Josh came over with Tito. He brought Clooney, too. Clooney hasn’t left my side the whole time. Seems I’ve got another body guard.” Clooney seems to know something happened to Derek. Despite his gimp leg, Clooney seems fully prepared to protect his alpha with his life; his senses remain open and alert.
“Good,” Spencer says, sounding satisfied.
Derek adds, “I promise I am taking it easy.” Spencer had a long talk with Ty, who promised to keep an eye on him. Derek has the feeling that Ty is one of those guys that seems easy going until you cross him. His injuries are minor but with Ty watching him like a hawk, Derek doesn’t dare to attempt anything strenuous. Derek isn’t happy to have to sit back and hide but it is necessary for this plan to work. He just has to suck it up and deal with it. “We’re having a Riddick marathon.” His voice reveals his complicated feelings for this plan.
Spencer smiles, remembering the last time Josh, Luc, Derek and him watched the series.
“Not looking forward to watching the Chronicles of Riddick with Josh again.”
Spencer giggles when he hears Josh yell in the background, “Hey! I heard that you asshole!”
Derek replies mockingly, “Vaako is so dark and sexy with his mohawk and long braids. If I were Riddick, I’d fuck him right there on the throne. Those were your exact words!”
Josh snorts, “And I stand by them! Riddick needs to get some of that!”
“I know! You wouldn’t shut up about it for the whole damn movie!”
“He’s sexy,” Josh retorts, the pout on his face easily heard in his voice.
“And you want Riddick to fuck him, I know! For the love of god, SHUT UP about it!”
Spencer smiles at the squabbling between the two men; he wonders if the others are enjoying the show. Josh and Derek’s squabbling never fails to make Spencer smile, which is just what Derek intends. Their talk is brief but it restores Spencer’s strength. Derek is alive and that alone is a reason to keep strong. By the time Spencer goes back to the conference room with Mbizi, he feels centered again.
Reid can feel the assessing eyes of his fellow profilers. No doubt each of them is ensuring that the genuine grief they saw at the press conference is gone or at least hidden.
“How’s Derek?” Penelope asks.
His lips curve as he answers, “Derek’s fine. He and Josh are bickering as per usual.”
Garcia has been told about the bromance between Luc’s husband and Morgan but as yet hasn’t gotten the opportunity to see it with her own eyes. The stories she’s heard make it clear the pair can be quite amusing, popcorn worthy. She bounces in excitement, “What did they argue about this time?”
Reid grins, “Riddick. They are having a Riddick marathon today. Derek complained about Josh’s unending gushing about Vaako’s hotness.”
Lucas rolls his eyes. His husband is a little obsessed with Vaako, although at least his focus is more on Vaako and Riddick fucking than Josh wanting Vaako for himself.
Pen imagines Vaako. She is in agreement that he is sexy in a dark, violent kind of way. But her mind is wiped clean when her eyes meet Mbizi’s. Penelope blushes under Mbizi’s heated gaze, peaking at him under her lashes. Her heart flutters when he winks and grins at her, *M-BEE-zee. More like mmmh, dee-licious! Dear heaven, what I wouldn’t give to have his sexy, sexy hands on me.*
“Vaako is pretty sexy,” JJ sighs. At the startled looks she receives from her fellow profilers, she asks, “What?”
Hotch covers his startled laugh with a cough, although from the looks he gets, not very successfully. To get them back on track, he asks, “What do we know?”
Garcia drags herself from Mbizi’s dreamy eyes and says, “The video confirms that Barry Kryupt was the perpetrator of the shooting. The vehicle was a dark gray 2008 Toyota Camry, license plate is registered to a Norman Roberts. The owner discovered his car had been stolen after leaving the movie theater last night. There is an APB out on the car but no one has found it yet. As for the gun, as we all know Kryupt doesn’t have any firearms registered to him. However, his extended family has a few gun collectors. Kryupt mother’s second husband’s brother, Brian Palmer, is a decorated war veteran and has quite the gun collection, including…ding ding ding two Heckler & Koch MP7 PDWs. And Palmer lives…you guessed it in Washington DC.”
Rossi adds, “We better make sure Kryupt hasn’t been given or taken more of Palmer’s firearms.”
“And maybe Palmer has an idea where Kryupt might be hiding,” JJ supposes.
The lecture they had scheduled has been postponed. Strauss had talked to the college. Rossi and Reid are usually the best for lectures and no one would expect Spencer to be in any kind of shape to give a lecture.
Hotch considers who should interview Kryupt’s relatives; Palmer possibly could have a bias against women. He asks Garcia, “How old is Brian Palmer?”
“Seventy-four.”
Hotch decides it is best that an authoritative male is involved in the interview and Rossi being a veteran cannot hurt. “JJ and Dave will interview Palmer. Spencer, are you okay to work with Emily and I on the details of Derek’s wake and funeral for a few hours?”
Spencer answers, “Yes.”
Aaron’s gaze softens a bit, “Are you sure? Emily and I can do it on our own. You and Mbizi could go back to the safe house. You’ve done your job today; we can handle things here.”
Spencer smiles gratefully at his boss’ thoughtfulness. The press conference had taken a lot out of him and within a few days he’ll have the wake and funeral to get through, which will no doubt be difficult to get through. “Thanks Hotch, I appreciate it but I should be involved.”
With a plan of action decided, the group divides and gets to work. Rossi and JJ along with Evelyn and Sean climb in their vehicle and head for the Palmer residence.
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At Rossi’s knock, a silver haired woman in her sixties appears at the door. “May I help you?”
“Ma’am, is Brian Palmer home?” Dave asks.
“Yes, one moment.”
Less than a minute later, a tall, fit man with thinning hair comes to the door. “Yes?” he asks; his brown eyes are clear and full of intelligence. The military bearing is impossible to miss.
Dave unconsciously straightens his posture, making it obvious that he too is a veteran. He can see the recognition in Palmer’s eyes; the man knows he is a veteran like himself. “Sir, I am Agent David Rossi and this is my colleague Agent Jennifer Jareau. Could we speak to you inside? It is concerning your nephew.”
“Which nephew and what did he do?” His tone makes it clear this isn’t the first time one of his nephews has gotten in trouble with the law.
JJ says, “Barry Kryupt. He’s wanted for multiple homicides, including the recent murder of an FBI agent.”
“Come in,” Palmer says with a weary sigh. Brian’s youngest brother had married Barry’s mother when Barry was just a kid. He still remembers meeting the shy, plain boy for the first time. Barry hadn’t changed much as he matured, staying the same socially inept, unremarkable boy.
With a wave, Brian invites them to sit. Brian’s wife is absent but can be heard in the kitchen nearby. Rossi and JJ sit on the sofa, while Evelyn and Sean decide to stand. Palmer doesn’t miss the alertness and ex-military bearing of the two people who had not been introduced. He wonders about that as his eyes focus on Rossi, who is clearly an alpha male and if he is not mistaken (and he’s sure he’s not) a fellow vet. “What can I do for you, agents?”
“You own two Heckler & Koch MP7 PDW?” Rossi inquires.
Palmer quirks a brow, “Yes. I’m sure you already know that.”
“Do you know where they are, Mr. Palmer?” JJ asks.
“All my weapons are in my office, in gun safes.”
Dave isn’t surprised; Palmer appears to be a proud veteran and wouldn’t be careless enough to leave his weapons unguarded. The question is: did he willingly give Kryupt the guns or did Kryupt somehow steal them. Rossi is leaning heavily on the latter. “Have you heard about the FBI agent that was gunned down last night?”
Brian shakes his head, “No. My wife and I just got back from a two week cruise last night. We went straight to bed and haven’t checked the news yet today.”
“One of my team was shot down and killed last night. The guns were identified as Heckler & Koch MP7 PDWs,” Rossi declares.
“You think it was my guns that killed him?”
JJ nods, “The shooter was caught on video. It is your nephew, Barry Kryupt. He doesn’t own any MP7s but…”
“I do. Damn it. Let me check my gun safes.” Palmer hurries to another room.
JJ and Dave share a look. It is doubtful that Brian Palmer willfully gave the weapons to Kryupt. Palmer seems a straight arrow type. It is far more likely that Kryupt stole them.
Brian comes back, looking resigned. His wife, Doris, trails behind him quietly. He must have told her what they’d said so far. She sits in the chair beside him. Brian states, “My MP7s are gone. Barry must have taken them; we gave him the keys to the house, so he could get the mail and water the plants. He must have taken the guns while we were gone.”
Rossi looks grim, “Are there any other firearms missing?”
“Besides the MP7s and several boxes of its ammo, I am missing a 92FS Beretta and a G43 Glock, plus ammo.” Palmer is visibly unhappy that his nephew has stolen four of his guns. He had taught Barry basic gun safety as he’d done with all his nephews and nieces and he fears what Barry could do with four guns. His nephew is far from an expert but you do not need to be an expert to kill someone. If what the agents say, he’s already killed an FBI agent.
Neither agent is happy about this news. Kryupt has four guns complete with ammo. A stalker as someone not completely rooted in reality is a genuine threat especially considering his multiple guns. Kryupt likely sees himself as a one man army.
Palmer asks seriously, “You said Barry is wanted for multiple murders? Who did he kill? Do you know why?” Brian cares for Barry, the lonely child that tends to fade into the background, forgotten. He’d never imagined that the shy, forgettable child would turn into a killer.
JJ answers, “Kry—Barry has been stalking our co-worker for nearly two months. His first murder was one of his neighbors. He had gotten attacked by our co-worker’s dog and needed his wounds tended to. His neighbor was a surgeon; Barry killed her after she treated him. His second murder was more personal. He tortured and killed a man that looked like our co-worker’s boyfriend.”
Brian closes his eyes, horrified at what Barry had done. Doris crosses herself, bowing her head.
“Lastly, he killed Agent Derek Morgan, our teammate’s boyfriend.”
“Dear God!” Doris exclaims. Brian clasps her hand tight in his. Barry is a murderer and has killed three people; in Brian’s eyes those acts are unforgiveable. He asks, “What can we do to help?”
Dave is relieved that they aren’t lost in denial. Families often have a hard time believing that someone they know and love can be responsible for horrible crimes. “Do either of you have any ideas where Barry could be hiding? Friends or other family he is close with?”
“Barry is a loner, an only child, his mother and my brother died in a car accident when Barry was twenty. He doesn’t really have any friends. The only person that might know where he is hiding is Stuart, my sister’s son. Barry followed Stuart around as a kid. Stuart’s in prison though. I don’t know if Barry has kept in touch with him since he’d gotten arrested,” Brian states.
“What is Stuart’s last name?” JJ inquires.
“Wall. Stuart Wall.”
Rossi asks, “Do you know what prison he is incarcerated?”
“Maryland Correctional in Jessup, I brought my sister to visit Stuart last month.”
Rossi hands his card over to Brian, “If you think of anything that could help or if Barry contacts you, don’t hesitate to call.”
Dave and JJ stand, shaking hands with the couple and thanking them both for their time and help. Evelyn leads the way to the SUV with Sean covering the rear. Getting into the vehicle, JJ dials Garcia, putting her on speaker. When she answers, she asks her for the address of Maryland Correctional in Jessup and the number for the warden there. At the mention of multiple murders, including an FBI agent, the warden is quick to set up a meeting. Stuart Wall will be prepped and waiting for their arrival.
JJ calls Hotch to give him an update on what they learned. Rossi makes a quick stop for coffee before they start the journey to the prison.
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Less than an hour later, the two profilers and their two guards walk into the facility. After their weapons are secured, the warden brings them directly to the interview room where a sullen Stuart Wall is waiting.
“Stuart Wall, I am Agent David Rossi of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. This is my colleague Agent Jareau.”
Stuart smirks at Jennifer, “Hello, sweet thang.”
JJ doesn’t react. Stuart then notices Evelyn. “A little old for me, Babe but I’ll let you suck my cock. Bet you are real good with your mouth,” he cackles crudely, offering Evelyn a wink. She eyes him with clear distain. She knows 97 ways to kill Wall with her bare hands alone. Stuart’s mouth snaps shut at the lethal look Evelyn gives him. He can read the dangerous glint in her eyes; she is a woman you don’t fuck with…not if you want to live.
Sean shifts, drawing Stuart’s attention away from the women. Dave doesn’t bother to introduce Evelyn or Sean. The omission is very deliberate, a tactic to make Wall feel insecure and unstable. Evelyn seems to realize the intimidation plan as she stares at Wall with a fierce look on her face and Sean mimics her stance. Stuart cringes and shrinks at the intimidating postures and glares of the two guards. Despite their shorter stature, both are proficient at intimidation.
“We’re here about your cousin, Barry Kryupt,” Dave states.
Stuart asks in disbelief, “Barry? Fucking Barry? Are you kidding me? What could that little pissant possibly have done to get your attention?”
JJ replies seriously, “Multiple homicides.”
“Barry? Really? Barry actually killed someone?” His tone is filled with both disbelief and awe.
“He killed three people, one of them being an FBI agent,” Rossi says harshly.
Stuart looks a little impressed, “Wow, I didn’t know he had it in him.”
Although internally disgusted, neither agent lets it show. Stuart Wall may be a terrible human being but he just might have information on Kryupt. “Have you been in contact with Barry recently?” asks JJ.
Wall smirks, “Wouldn’t you like to know? How many cocks did you have to suck to be an agent?”
JJ restrains the urge to smack the smirk off his ugly face. She says sweetly, “How many cocks have you had to suck in this place? Whose bitch are you this week?”
Stuart surges up but is kept in place by the cuffs.
Satisfied, JJ and Evelyn exit the room. Wall will never be open in the presence of women. Rossi gives himself a moment to push down his revulsion before he addresses Wall. “Don’t mind her. You just struck a nerve. She’s fucking the boss. The ignorant bitch has no place on the team but as long she pleases the boss…”
Stuart grins. “Ever get to tap that?”
“I wish. The Chief isn’t so keen on sharing her.”
“Too bad. Bet she’d be feisty, a real wildcat in the sack.”
Dave makes a noise of agreement. “Listen, Stuart, my boss is riding my ass about this case. Personally, I admire Kryupt. The man has been stalking an FBI agent for months then kills three people, including an FBI agent and he’s still free.”
Wall is eating up every word. “Who knew that little nobody would amount to anything.” He’s proud of his little cousin. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that little Barry, who had followed after him like a puppy, would be capable of hurting anyone and a federal agent at that!
“What say you help me out, huh? Tell me where Barry could be hiding.”
Stuart smirks maliciously, “Here’s the thing, agent. I don’t like cops. I certainly don’t like FBI agents. You’re not getting anything from me, pig.” There is nothing that the pig could say to change his mind. Stuart knows exactly where Barry is hiding. Only he and Barry know about his little cabin hidden in the woods. He sure in hell isn’t revealing his own hiding spot to the fucking feds. Stuart doesn’t trust the government. The land and the cabin were bought and built through a fake company. It can’t be traced back to him. “You could promise to get me out of prison and let me fuck that little hottie that just left but I know all you bastards do is lie. My answer is fuck off.”
Dave can see Wall isn’t going to say anything to him. The anti-government, anti-police types never do…not unless they’re spouting their beliefs. Rossi picks up his stuff and leaves with Sean following.
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Dave and JJ next meet with Wall’s cellmate. Tyler Birch is a repeat offender, hard from his life on the streets and numerous stints in prison. Birch is even more tight-lipped than Stuart Wall. He refuses to speak to either agent and they get nothing from him. After Birch, they talk to a few of Wall’s fellow inmates. Unfortunately, the ones that were willing to talk knew nothing of importance.
Dave and JJ are disappointed; both feel it in their guts that Stuart Wall knows exactly where Barry is hiding. But he isn’t talking.
JJ calls Penelope and asks her to check for properties that either Stuart Wall or Kryupt could be trying to hide from the government.
While JJ calls Garcia, Dave calls Aaron and fills him in on their lack of progress. Stuart Wall is never going to talk to them. Hotch is disappointed but not particularly surprised.
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Organizing the wake and funeral is fairly easy. Both Derek and Spencer have already planned their funerals. Spencer’s near death experience at the hands of Tobias Hankle had forced him to realize the need for planning ahead. Once he’d gotten clean, Spencer had planned his funeral. At the time, his mother was in no shape to plan a funeral should Spencer be killed on the job. Spencer couldn’t bear to lay that responsibility on his mother. Derek, knowing the danger of their job, had planned his own funeral years ago. He didn’t want his mother to have the stress of planning his funeral while mourning his death. Their funerals may have been tweaked a bit over the years, especially since the start of their relationship but all the hard work had already been done.
Between Spencer, Emily, and Aaron, they get everything set up. The wake location is set, the pastor and choir are booked, and the burial plot will be ready. With Emily’s help, Spencer goes through the plan for the wake and funeral service. Together they take care of all the little details.
Wondering about something, Spencer asks Hotch, “What are we are going to do about the casket? Obviously, we can’t have Derek pretending to be dead inside.”
Aaron answers, “Closed casket, under ‘his’ wishes.” The answer is simple enough. No other option is plausible. Witnesses saw him after the shooting, which eliminates the option him being too badly burned. And having him fake being dead is out of the question. There is far too many ways for that to blow up in their faces.
“The wake should be closed to the public. Only family and friends. No press or outsiders,” Spencer suggests.
Emily agrees. “Yes. We can’t let Kryupt into the building, not when he could cause a scene and possibly kill someone in an effort to get to Spencer.” In the chaos, Kryupt could possibly kidnap Spencer without being caught. It is a chance none of them are willing to take.
“I agree. We must force Kryupt into the trap. He cannot be allowed at the wake,” Lucas says.
“The funeral will take place at the cemetery. The crowd will be filled with law enforcement and LM Security,” Spencer states.
Emily adds, “He’d have to be incredibly foolish to try something there.”
Spencer suggests, “We could fill the casket with weight equivalent to Derek’s.”
“That way when we carry the casket, it will look like we are carrying his body and not just an empty casket,” Aaron says. For obvious reasons, they can’t have Derek lying in the coffin.
Spencer excuses himself to talk to Derek’s family with Mbizi and Luc trailing him silently. Everyone but Isiah is coming. He was not allowed leave from the military to attend the funeral. All of them had flights booked for the following day. Sarah and Aki had told Kiaria the truth. The mature twelve-year-old had taken the news somberly, especially considering that her two younger brothers, Darius and Damien, wouldn’t and couldn’t know the truth. The ten-year-old twins are boisterous and lively; neither is especially good at keeping secrets. They aren’t nicknamed the Trouble D’s for nothing.
Spencer also makes some calls to his and Derek’s friends and acquaintances to inform them of Derek’s ‘death’ and of the wake and funeral. None of these people will know the truth about Derek. Any guilt he feels at deceiving them vanishes in the knowledge that the lie could not only save Derek’s life but also Spencer’s and help them to catch a man that has killed multiple times and won’t hesitate to kill again if given the chance.
When Spencer, Mbizi and Lucas come back, Spencer updates Aaron on Derek’s family, friends, and acquaintances.
“Why doesn’t Derek’s family stay with us? Josh and I have a lot of room. It’d be no trouble. Derek would know they are all safe and they wouldn’t have to worry about hotel rooms,” Luc suggests. They won’t all have beds but sleeping bags should be okay for the younger ones for a night or two. Sleeping on the ground is no problem for Luc; he has had to sleep in much worse places while he was a SEAL.
Spencer is relieved; he does not want Derek’s family to be unprotected. It is likely unnecessary but it will make both Spencer and Derek feel better if they are being protected. “Thank you, Luc. Both Derek and I would feel better knowing they are being protected.”
Almost everyone will be there for the funeral. Hotch isn’t thrilled that almost all of Derek’s family know the truth, although he does understand why. He can only hope that the Morgan family can make it believable. For this trap to work, they need to sell Derek’s death beyond a doubt. A single slipup could make the whole plan collapse. Barry Kryupt cannot know the truth.
The three agents, along with their three guards discuss the trap. There are a few vital aspects. First, Kryupt must believe that Spencer is alone. Second, the location must be isolated. They cannot risk innocent bystanders getting in the way. Third, the element of surprise is crucial; Kryupt cannot expect Derek. Fourth, under no circumstances can Kryupt be allowed to escape. They will not have a better opportunity to capture him.
Hotch gets a call from Rossi explaining their lack of progress with Kryupt’s cousin. Aaron is disappointed but not surprised. For Kryupt’s capture to be that easy was too much to hope for. Hotch updates Dave on what they’ve been doing.
Hearing that Derek’s family is going to stay at Luc’s, Dave proposes, “Tell Spencer some of Derek’s family could stay with me. I’ve got a few extra rooms and a couple couches.”
Hotch reiterates the offer to Spencer, who graciously accepts. Rossi’s security system is almost as good as Luc’s. They will be safe there and it won’t be as crowded if the family is divided between the two large houses. Aaron soon hangs up. He looks over at Spencer and suggests, “Why don’t you go back to the safe house, Spencer?” The next few days will be long and hard for the genius. The wake and the funeral will not be easy, faked or not. Aaron realizes that Spencer will react similarly to this morning, using real grief to sell Derek’s death. It makes it all the more believable as it is essentially real but it also will take its toll.
Spencer meets his Aaron’s piercing gaze briefly and accepts. He is weary and wants nothing more than to see Derek. Spencer packs up quickly. He and Mbizi go to a secure garage, taking a vehicle with blacked out windows. No one will even know that Spencer has left. While Mbizi takes extra precautions to guarantee they are not being followed, Spencer calls Fran again to let her know about the arrangements. Fran is happy to spread the news to the rest of the family. Any hotel rooms that have been booked can be cancelled.
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When Mbizi and Spencer arrive at the safe house, the second FBI agent, Branson, greets them at the door gun in hand and a happy, wiggling Clooney at his feet. He lets them in without a word. He sits back down at the kitchen table to continue his card game with Ty. Spencer greets Clooney, who follows beside him limping. The others are in the living room watching the third Riddick movie and show little notice to Spencer and Mbizi. Despite their lack of reaction, every single person is aware of their arrival. They all have their eyes glued to the television as the movie is at the very end. As Vaako bows to Riddick, they can hear Josh ranting quietly about Vaako and Riddick fucking. It is clear that Derek, Tito, and Javier have heard far too much about it through the marathon and are all very deliberately ignoring him.
Derek elbows Josh, interrupting his obsessive ramblings. Josh looks up at Spencer and moves to the arm of the couch without protest. “Hey Spencer, Bee,” Josh greets.
“Hi Josh,” Spencer chirps happily. He sinks into the recently vacated spot next to Derek, giving his love a kiss hello. “Tito, Javier.”
The two men nod back in greeting.
Spencer snuggles into Derek’s side as the credits roll with Clooney resting at their feet.
Josh gets up and takes out the movie, collecting the Riddick films. “Well, I better get back home and get everything ready for your family.”
Derek smiles, “Thanks again, man. I appreciate you and Luc letting them stay with you.”
“Not a problem, Derek. As a bonus, I’m sure I can convince some of your family to tell me all your embarrassing stories.”
Derek’s eyes narrow “Don’t even think about it!”
Josh laughs, “You can’t stop me.” He dodges Derek’s lazy attempts to hit him, laughing the whole time. Josh clips on Clooney’s leash and coaxes the resisting dog out with him. Tito gets up and leaves with Josh.
Spencer mumbles into Derek’s shoulder, “How was your day?”
Derek looks down at his Pretty Boy, combing his fingers through the hair he loves so much. “Pretty good. We saw the press conference; I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Seeing his Baby’s tears and not being to comfort him had been painful.
“It isn’t your fault, Der and it had to be done.”
“I know but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I don’t like not being there for you when you are hurting.”
Spencer smiles softly, “I don’t like it either but at least in the back of my mind I know that even if you are not beside me, I’ll get to see you again. No matter how much it hurts to pretend you are dead, to grieve for you with an audience, in the end you are alive and that makes all the pain worth it.”
“We’re going to get this guy. I won’t let him hurt you.”
“And I won’t let him hurt you either.”
The tender moment is broken when Ty comes in. The doctor has been monitoring Derek all day. “Excuse me, I just wanted to check on Derek,” he says softly.
Spencer shifts off of Derek and allows Ty access. Ty checks Derek’s pupils, carefully probes his head wound, and lifts his shirt to check the bruises on his chest. “Any dizziness, nausea, double vision?”
“No.”
“Confusion, difficulty concentrating? Pain?”
“The bruises on my chest are sore and my head hurts a bit but nothing too bad.”
“Good. Why don’t you take a nap? You look like you need one.”
“Sure, Doc.” Derek stands wearily, realizing how tired he is. Spencer is quick to sling Derek’s arm around his shoulders and together they plod to the bedroom. Spencer helps Derek into bed before getting in next to him. Derek carefully spoons behind Spencer, tucking his nose into the back of his neck. Within minutes, the two men are asleep.
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Within an hour, both Spencer and Derek wake feeling rested. They get up and their stomachs rumble. Time for them both to get something to eat. The testosterone at the table makes for a rowdy meal with a lot of trash talking. It only gets worse when it turns out Ty is a Packers fan. Derek is a Bears fan. The rivalry between the Bears and Packers is legendary. Having them at the table together talking about football is akin to lighting a match in a room full of flammable gas. Spencer watches with wide eyes as the two men gloat and taunt each other. He will never understand sports fans and the passion they have for their teams. Thankfully, the taunts and ribbing are friendlier than one would expect for two hardcore football rival fans. At least Spencer doesn’t have to worry about it ending in blows.
Mbizi catches Spencer’s eyes, quirking a brow in question. Spencer nods. They stand, startling Derek mid-taunt. “Where are you both going?”
Mbizi is stoic while Spencer shrugs, “Bedroom.”
Derek stares at their backs before scrambling to follow. He enters the bedroom and closes the door. Spencer has stripped off his shirt and is working on his pants while Mbizi is gathering supplies. Even after two years together, Derek cannot help staring as Spencer’s body is revealed. He turns to look at Mbizi as he approaches Spencer. “Ready?” Derek lies on the bed to watch.
Spencer nods and thrusts out his wrists to Mbizi, who snaps handcuffs onto his wrists. Mbizi and Derek watch as Spencer reaches for the thick metal cuff bracelet on his wrist. The clever bracelet was a gift from Mbizi and could very well save Spencer’s life. The cuff is beautifully decorated in an Egyptian pattern and is literally locked onto his wrist and cannot be removed without the specially designed key. Reid presses one of the concealed switches, which reveals a hidden compartment. With deft fingers, Spencer quickly picks the lock on the handcuffs.
Mbizi smiles, pleased at Reid’s progress. The Egyptian is thankful for Spencer’s years of doing magic, which has made Spencer’s long fingers nimble and clever. It has made teaching him how to escape restraints all the easier. “Good job.” The cuffs were picked quickly and cleanly. Spencer replaces the tiny pick and closes the hidden compartment. Mbizi then cuffs Spencer with his hands behind his back. Again, Spencer opens the compartment, this time blindly and unlocks the cuffs.
As Reid has no trouble escaping metal handcuffs, Mbizi moves on. Zip ties are next. Spencer employs the techniques Mbizi had shown him to break out of the ties. It takes him longer than the handcuffs but he is able to break them from both the front and behind the back positions.
Mbizi then picks up a thin nylon rope. Derek immediately comes to his side. Mbizi willingly offers the rope to Derek and watches carefully as Spencer’s hands are tied together. Spencer tests the bonds, finding them strong. This time he presses a different hidden switch, which flicks out a sharp blade and Spencer carefully but quickly saws through the rope.
Over and over, Spencer is cuffed or tied with every type of restraint imaginable. He practices escaping under the careful eye of Mbizi and Derek. Spencer gets more comfortable and proficient the more he practices. Derek feels both pride and a tinge of relief at his Baby’s increasing ability to escape bonds. Even if Spencer never has to use these skills, Derek feels better knowing that should the worst happen, Spencer is prepared. And knowing Spencer, sooner or later he will need these skills. His Baby is a danger magnet.
To finish out the training session, Mbizi and Derek cuff Spencer to the bed. Mbizi strips off his own clothing and straddles the genius. While this should not be necessary, there is no harm is preparing for the worse: for Spencer to be kidnapped by Barry Kryupt. With Spencer in his hands, Kryupt will not hesitate to try to rape him. He’ll likely be naked and he won’t play fair. Mbizi can almost guarantee that Kryupt would bind Spencer’s hands in some manner without giving him a chance to escape. He can only hope that Kryupt wouldn’t also bind his legs.
With his hands tied, Spencer uses only his legs to grapple with Mbizi. His legs may not be as strong as Derek’s or Mbizi’s but they are long and flexible. Spencer doesn’t make it easy for Mbizi. Both men grunt as they struggle to subdue the other. Spencer bucks the Egyptian off him and uses his thighs to trap Mbizi’s neck when he lunges forward. Spencer squeezes his legs together. Mbizi taps his thigh and Spencer releases his hold. The Egyptian praises him before giving advice on how to improve.
“Again?” Mbizi asks.
Spencer answers, “Again.”
By the time they finish for the night, both men are covered in sweat. Mbizi releases Spencer’s bonds, gathers his clothing before nodding at Derek and exiting the room.
Spencer uses a towel to wipe himself down. Derek smiles at him and pulls his Pretty Boy close. Their lips meet in a sweet kiss. Although this is the first time Derek has watched one of his training sessions with Mbizi, Derek has been supportive of the training from the start. Anything that will give Spencer an extra edge against a potential attacker and specifically against Kryupt is more than worth having to have a very attractive, almost naked man roll around with his Baby.
Plus, Derek trusts Spencer. He knows his Pretty Boy would never cheat on him, no matter how attractive the person was. And if Mbizi ever tried something…well, Derek isn’t afraid to get physical with the Egyptian.

Shame, shame on those of you who thought Spencer was cheating! LOL :D
Next chapter will be the wake and funeral and will bring the story back to present time. The trap/fight scene should be in Ch 15. The story is fast approaching its end!
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