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Chapter 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. It is the sole intellectual property of the CBS corporation. This is a work of fiction and I am making no profit.
A/N: First off, as always, thanks for all your reviews and support! It has been so fun (and motivational) to hear from those of you who are enjoying this story, and I probably wouldn't have been able to create this without you guys :). And a big super-duper thank you to my beta-reader, Eskimita, for her help throughout this process! This chapter is unfortunately not beta-ed, so please forgive any craziness, haha.
So here's the final chapter! Ah! This story started off as this tiny (crazy?) little idea, and it turned into a 13 chapter (almost 300 page) undertaking. But I definitely enjoyed it and I am so happy this was my first foray into writing for Criminal Minds! You guys have been the best! I hope you've enjoyed everything so far and will like the way I've chosen to end it. One little heads up: this story was categorized as Angst & Drama; I never actually said it was a 'Romance.' So, maybe some of you won't be so pleased with my ending. My main goal in this story was to try to keep things realistic, and this, to me, seemed like the most-fitting ending. However, I do give you a smattering of some (much awaited?) smut in this final chapter (although, again, maybe it's not exactly what you were hoping for, but the story has definitely earned its rating, hehehe).
Please also make sure to read my closing author's note as it talks about what I intend to do after this story!
Thanks as always! I hope you've enjoyed the ride!
xoxo

Derek watched on as Spencer obediently sat on the back of the ambulance while an EMT shone a light into his eyes. By the time they got outside, Spencer had insisted he was fine and didn't need to be on the stretcher. His vitals had checked out and the techs had allowed him to get off the stretcher as they needed it for other people. Apparently the presence of the FBI had caused a bit of a stampede and a few of the party guests had been injured while trying to escape the premises. Derek cynically wondered if those people had been trying to get away because they knew they had been involved in criminal activities and were just trying to save their own hides.
He continued to watch silently as the techs wiped Spencer's face down with an antiseptic cloth to make sure that none of the blood spatter on the boy's face was actually coming from any open wounds on him. Once they were satisfied that Spencer wasn't bleeding anywhere, they had switched to inspecting the bruising around his throat. Spencer had protested when they suggested he ride with them to the hospital to get a thorough examination. He said he felt fine and he just wanted to go home.
The EMT sighed as he stepped back from Spencer and clicked off his penlight.
"It seems everything's fine from my cursory examination, but I'm going to reiterate that I really think you should still come by the hospital for a full workup," the technician said with a frown.
Spencer rolled his eyes, but smiled at the concerned man.
"I said I'm fine," he said, wincing as he heard the croak in his voice.
"Kid, don't be so stubborn," Derek said as he stepped up closer to them and leaned down to take a better look at the developing purple marks mottling the boy's slender neck. "These look painful. And your voice already sounds messed up."
Spencer flushed at the agent's proximity. For some reason he could handle it when he invaded Derek's space, but not the other way around. It made him all fidgety and nervous. Sitting back slightly, the boy crossed his arms over his chest.
"It's not like they can do anything at the hospital to make it any better," Spencer said matter-of-factly. "It's bruised. There's not some magic cure-all for that. The most they're going to do is give me some painkillers and tell me to rest. I can rest in my own bed, and I definitely don't want the kind of drugs they're going to give me at the hospital. So I'd rather just go home."
Derek blinked in surprise at hearing Spencer's disinterest in the hospital-grade drugs. His subconscious couldn't help quickly flitting to the conversation he had overheard on the wire, and the obscure discussion about drugs. He would have to remind himself to follow up with Spencer a bit later about that. He was sure that would be yet another difficult conversation—as most were with Spencer—but if the kid had a problem and needed help, Derek would try to be there any way he could.
"Fine," Derek said begrudgingly as he shoved his hands into his pockets, "but I'm not letting you go home alone. You need to be watched over, at least for tonight."
Spencer looked up at him, cheeks softly flushed, and Derek's heart leapt slightly in his chest.
"I was hoping you'd say that, Agent Morgan," Spencer said shyly as he nibbled on his bottom lip.
But Derek wasn't a fool. Even though Spencer was acting demurely, he knew it was a show for the other man standing with them. Derek certainly hadn't forgotten Spencer's unabashed advances and seductive promises over the last few days. They would be constantly at the forefront of his mind if he didn't actively try to push them aside. Knowing that, it probably wasn't the best idea for Derek to go home with the kid, but he also knew he didn't want him to be on his own tonight. Especially now that the case was over.
Derek wouldn't admit it to himself, but this was the last night he'd be spending with Spencer. He didn't care if caution dictated he should leave the kid alone, or even ask another one of the agents to escort him home in his place. This would probably be the last time he would ever see Spencer and he wanted to go out on his own terms.

Half an hour later, Derek and Spencer were walking through Spencer's front door. Derek had insisted on carrying all of Spencer's things and had been watching him carefully the entire ride over and as they ascended the stairs, to make sure that Spencer was really as "fine" as he said he was. As Derek locked the door behind him, he watched quietly as the boy strolled nonchalantly into the room. His eyes were easily drawn to the dark bruising around Spencer's neck which stood out in glaring contrast against the boy's pale skin. They had already grown darker since the last time Derek had looked at them.
His mind wandered back to the scene he had walked in on. The image of Adrian Moore—looming over Spencer, pressing his hands into the boy's windpipe with murderous intent, a crazed look on his face—would forever be burned on to Derek's retinas. He had felt his breath leave him when he saw Spencer like that, lying prostrate on the couch, struggling for air and fighting for his life. Derek had panicked. Thinking back, he wasn't even sure if he had followed protocol. Had he given Moore enough of an opportunity to relent, or had he just pulled the trigger, blinded by his rage and fear—too afraid of the idea of losing Spencer to wonder about saving another person's life? He shuddered at the thought. It didn't sit well with him that this case had affected him so—that he had all but unraveled because of some skinny, teenage boy he had only known for a matter of days and likely would never see again. But the thought of that—never seeing Spencer again—made something squeeze painfully in his chest.
"Are you going to stand by the door all night?" Spencer asked from in the kitchen. Derek hadn't even been aware that the boy had moved there. He could hear the sound of running water and guessed Spencer had gotten himself something to drink.
Spencer leaned over the breakfast bar and glanced at Derek, who still hadn't moved from his position.
"Are you all of a sudden afraid of me, Agent Morgan?" Spencer asked in that teasing voice.
Derek rolled his eyes and pushed away from the door. As he walked into the tiny kitchen he threw an unimpressed glance in Spencer's direction, watching as the boy leaned smugly against the counter.
"I don't see much to be afraid of," he responded.
Spencer frowned at him.
"Really? Last I checked, I single-handedly infiltrated a highly exclusive event that not even the FBI could gain access to and led you to a serial killer. I think the term people use for that is 'pretty bad ass,' if I'm not mistaken," Spencer said with a pout.
Derek laughed.
"I think a better term for that is reckless, kid. You shouldn't be so eager to throw your life away," Derek said as he shook his head and smiled softly at Spencer.
Looking up at the agent who had, at some point, drawn closer, Spencer was sure he could see something hesitant in his eyes.
"You jump head first into danger all the time, Derek. Don't you think that sounds like someone being eager to throw their life away?" Spencer asked softly as he looked down at his hands.
"It's different for me. I signed up for this. You didn't." Derek said simply.
Spencer frowned.
"Oh, so that means it's ok if you die, but not if I do?" he asked, giving the agent a disbelieving look.
"Basically," Derek responded.
Spencer looked at him with wide eyes.
"Unbelievable," he said as he threw his hands up. "You're probably one of the most irrational people I've ever met. I don't know what I see in you."
A beat of silence passed through the kitchen as each man looked at the other and absorbed those words.
Before Derek could open his mouth, he felt Spencer lean closer, closing the gap between them, and press his body against his.
"I wasn't kidding Derek… I want this. Come on, I know you do, too," Spencer breathed against Derek's neck, as he moved his hands under the agent's shirt and pressed his cool hand to the hot flesh of Derek's back.
"Spencer… you don't know what you want," Derek groaned out as he tried to disentangle himself from Spencer's grasp, but found that he was finding it difficult. He wondered if he was putting up any real fight at all.
"Why do you always think you need to tell me how I feel…? I'm a 'genius,' Derek, don't you think I understand my own brain?" Spencer asked, a slight hint of indignation in his tone. Apparently his annoyance did nothing to cool his advances because Derek felt Spencer shift so that their hips were pressed flush against each other. Derek stifled back a moan. This time he really did have to separate them.
Placing his hands on Spencer's shoulder and applying pressure, Derek gently pushed the boy away from him. Spencer gave him a look of exasperation.
"This isn't about being smart, Spencer… and it can't be about whether I want this." Derek said smiling sadly. "Being a genius doesn't mean that you can't get hurt, or that you're ready to make such big decisions on a whim. You've been through a lot and I think you need some time to just process all of that-"
"Stop patronizing me," Spencer said, cutting him off. "I'm 19-years-old. You don't think I can decide whether or not I have feelings for somebody?"
Spencer then moved closer to Derek, and Derek felt himself being backed up against the fridge. Suddenly, Spencer's lips were on his, and Derek found himself unable (or unwilling?) to fight against him. He let himself melt into the soft feeling of Spencer's plump lips and supple mouth. When Spencer opened his mouth to inhale a gasp of breath, Derek leaned forward, sliding his tongue between the boy's lips. Spencer's unexpected, yet enticing, moan sent a shock of heat through Derek's core. He reached out, wrapping his arms around Spencer's slight frame, pressing the boy tightly against him. Derek was vaguely aware of Spencer's hands on his shoulders and back, squeezing encouragingly. When Spencer gasped again, starved for air, Derek regained his senses, stepping back slightly from the younger male.
"Derek…Derek," Spencer moaned, with half-lidded, lust-darkened eyes, as he tried to lean in for another kiss. "I want you to fuck me, please. I want it so bad."
Shit, Derek chastised himself, as he felt a jolt of desire shoot right to his groin. This was the complete opposite of what he had intended for tonight. He seemed to always find himself in this position, and he shouldn't have allowed himself to get here. With every encounter they had—and each touch of the boy's warm body, and press of his soft lips—it was becoming harder and harder to say no.
"Spencer, you don't want that. Don't you get that this can never be anything more than tonight? I'm going to be out of here tomorrow morning," Derek said, trying to talk some sense into the worked-up boy.
Spencer stepped back, eyes widening slightly. Then the look in his eyes changed, something guarded coming over them, and he tilted his head to the side, staring at Derek coquettishly.
"Who cares? So what if it's just one night? I want you to fuck me. Fuck me into the mattress with that big dick of yours," Spencer said, voice dropping into a sultry purr.
That got Derek's attention and brought him out of his lust-induced haze as if ice-water had been dumped over his head.
"Stop that!" Derek snapped at him, eyes flashing in anger, causing Spencer to flinch and take a step back in surprise.
"Stop all this bullshit. This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're just playing a role here, Spencer. The fact that you're standing here, talking like that, telling me what you think I want to hear, lets me know you have no idea what you really want. This… all this," Derek said as he gestured to Spencer in frustration, "isn't you at all."
Spencer frowned and his face flushed with humiliation.
"You don't get the right to say that to me!" Spencer shouted. "I know what I want! Stop treating me like some kid! I'm allowed to want this!"
"Just… stop it, Spencer. Stop trying to rush everything. You're just going to regret it later, and I'm not going to play a part in it," Derek said softly as he tried to find Spencer's eyes.
But Spencer wouldn't meet his eyes. He stood there, fists clenched and eyes staring hard at the floor.
"D-don't make me beg… I… I don't want you to leave without…" Spencer choked out.
Derek's heart leapt in his chest. He didn't want to deny Spencer. The kid looked so broken.
"Hey," Derek said, trying to get his attention, but Spencer refused to look up.
"Hey," he said more firmly as he stepped closer to Spencer and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him.
Spencer's eyes were wide and glassy, but he wasn't crying. There were so many emotions flitting through the kid's large, honey-colored eyes that Derek wasn't sure what he was seeing.
"Spencer… I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying with you tonight, kid," Derek said soothingly.
"I know you're staying tonight," Spencer snapped, as he turned his eyes away. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."
Derek reached up and wiped at the corner of Spencer's eye, where he could see the beginning of a tear. When he pulled his thumb away, he could see the black smear of his smudged eyeliner.
"Spencer… look, you've had a rough night. Why don't you go get cleaned up and we can talk," Derek suggested.
"I don't want to talk, I want-" Spencer began again, turning flashing angry eyes on to Derek.
"Hey, hey. This isn't you," Derek said as he motioned to the makeup and the boy's tight, spandex clothing.
Spencer frowned, looking like he was ready to go on a tirade, but then Derek leaned close to his ear and whispered.
"This isn't my Pretty Boy," he breathed out against the boy's ear. "I like it better when you're not wearing all this stuff, hiding yourself from me."
Spencer stepped back and looked up at the agent, eyes wide and a soft blush dusting his cheeks.
"Come with me," Derek said as he grabbed Spencer's hand, leading him out of the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom.
Spencer's heart hammered in his chest. He couldn't believe it. Was Derek really going to…?
Spencer followed Derek into the bedroom, but then he saw Derek reaching for a stack of clothes on the nightstand. His pajamas.
"What-" Spencer asked as the man turned around and placed the items into his arms.
"Here, go take a shower." Derek instructed. And before Spencer could open his mouth to protest, Derek said, "I'll be waiting here when you get back. I promise."
Spencer frowned and gave the man a disbelieving look, but only let out a huff of displeasure as he turned away from the older man and walked out of the bedroom.
Derek sighed once Spencer's form disappeared from his line of sight.

Pacing the small room as he waited for Spencer to return from his shower, Derek was left alone with his thoughts. Thoughts which were consumed with the fact that he really didn't know what he was going to do. His heart was conflicted on the complicated topic that was Spencer Reid. He knew that he had to be the more rational person here—the "adult." He knew he shouldn't allow himself to give in to the boy's pleas, but he also knew that Spencer would misinterpret his rejection if he said no. And Derek had finally realized that he wasn't rejecting Spencer because he didn't want him—he had long ago made peace with the fact that his mind and his body yearned for Spencer Reid. And now his heart had been won by the boy too.
But Derek knew he had to say no to Spencer because he couldn't be sure why Spencer seemed to want him. He didn't want to be some impulsive mistake that Spencer would look back on in a few days (maybe as quickly as a few hours), after the haze and confusion from tonight had cleared, and regret. And from what Derek had pieced together in his time spent with the boy, Spencer had never been in love, never dated, and most importantly, never even had sex. All those important 'firsts' would forever stay with Spencer. And while Derek would be honored to be that for him, he didn't want to take that step unless he knew Spencer could handle the emotional repercussions.
A relationship was hard enough in itself, and theirs would have numerous additional complications. The first thing that crossed Derek's mind was the idea of dating another man. The fact that Spencer was a male had, surprisingly, never actually been that much of a problem for him. He had been attracted to Spencer from the first moment he had laid eyes on him in the club. But the fact that it had never bothered him that he was attracted to the boy was a startling discovery about himself that was hard enough, in itself, to deal with. However, Derek couldn't deny how his blood raced and mouth watered whenever he was able to touch or kiss Spencer. Whether he admitted it to himself, or not, it would not be difficult to make love to Spencer. In fact, that's really all he wanted to do at the moment. But Derek also had no idea how to be in a relationship with another man, or the societal difficulties that came along with that. And obviously Spencer didn't know either.
Then there was the fact that if they did decide to do this—whatever this was—it would be long-distance. His job required him to be in Quantico, and Spencer's situation, bleak as it was, was one that required him to stay here in Vegas. Derek had had experience with long distance relationships before, and they could either be a blessing or a curse. For the type of job he had, being able to keep a significant other away when things were rough, and to selectively see them when times were good, made balancing his personal and professional lives easier. However, long distance also meant a lack of closeness and an inability to physically experience life's ups and downs when thousands of miles separated you. It tested the strength of a relationship. And with how many people had disappointed Spencer in the past, Derek didn't want the boy to feel abandoned or alone. Derek knew how guarded and distrustful Spencer had been when he first met him. And he hated the idea that Spencer worked at the club, forcing himself to put up with the awful and dehumanizing treatment. Derek wanted to be there for Spencer; he wanted to be able to protect him from any and all kind of pain. That was even more important to him than any amount of sexual intimacy.
And that led Derek to thinking about how young Spencer was, and how much hurt he had been through in his short life. Spencer wasn't underage, but there was almost nine years in between them. Derek had had his chance to go through numerous relationships, good and bad. Spencer hadn't. And Derek was concerned about the boy's emotions being put through the wringer with the ups and downs of his first real relationship. Spencer was brilliant, and, in some ways, far more mature for his age than Derek would expect. But, in other areas, Spencer was almost childish in his naiveté. Spencer had never experienced a great heartbreak, and while Derek hoped he would never be the cause of the boy ever experiencing something like that, it was just realistic to admit that not all relationships worked out. Derek didn't know what he would do if he ever hurt Spencer in that way. He was afraid of that. And he wondered if maybe it was just better to keep his distance, and avoid hurting either one of them, like Roissi had suggested.
But, that just didn't seem to be a possibility at this point. Even with the endless list of difficulties Derek could think up, none of that did anything to dull the warm glow he felt in his gut every time he thought about Spencer. They were both so invested at this point that Derek was sure that, no matter what choice he made, someone could ultimately get hurt. Even with that realization, however, Derek suddenly knew that, if really given the chance, he would want to try to be with Spencer. He hadn't exactly had a spotless dating record and he had made numerous mistakes, but there was something about Spencer that made him want to try to be a better person. But, Derek was also mature enough to see that nothing about this was going to be easy—for either of them. If Spencer was going to take on something like that, Derek really wanted him to be certain. And, right now, he wasn't sure Spencer was in the right head-space to make that kind of decision. So, just like that, Derek felt like he had come to a conclusion about what he had to do.
When he heard the shower shut off, Derek tensed slightly. He knew that the discussion with Spencer would be difficult, especially if the boy tried to argue with him every step of the way, as Derek knew he would do. But, it was important for Derek to say all the things that he was feeling so that Spencer really understood. He needed him to know that he wanted him, that he valued him, and that he would be more than happy to be with him—if only the circumstances were different.
Hearing the door creak open, Derek glanced up and locked eyes with Spencer. Standing there, paused in the middle of towel-drying his hair, Spencer looked like he was actually surprised to see Derek still standing there. He knew that Spencer had seemed distrustful when he had left to go take his shower, and he probably believed Derek was going to use the shower as a ruse so he would have time to leave without facing the problem head on. So Derek wasn't surprised by the shock and apparent relief that was painted on the younger man's face.
Stepping forward and grabbing Spencer by the hands, Derek led him to the edge of the bed, forcing him to take a seat. Spencer watched on in confusion as Derek sank to one knee in front of him, pulling the towel off from around his shoulders and tossing it on the floor.
"I've lived a lot more than you have, Spencer," Derek began and, anticipating Spencer's protest he raised his hand, effectively silencing the boy. Ignoring Spencer's displeased pout, he continued.
"I know you're going to argue with me about life experience and, yes, I know that you had to grow up very fast because of the cards life dealt you. But it shouldn't have had to be that way, Spencer. And it doesn't mean that all the good in your life has to be gone. There's so much you can, and should, still do. And having your first great love is such an important experience that I don't want you to get what you feel now confused with what that really is. I don't want you to regret anything you do with me… I never want you to come to resent me, kid. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you did," Derek said as he looked down at the ground and shook his head.
Relieved that Spencer remained quiet, and knowing that what he had to get out would be difficult, Derek reclaimed Spencer's hands with his own, and began stroking the delicate skin at the boy's wrist. He told himself it was to soothe Spencer, but, in some way, it was soothing to him as well.
"I think… what I think is best is for us to have some distance… some time," Derek said, and he could immediately feel the tension in Spencer's body. But, he didn't look up. He continued to stroke Spencer's skin and forced himself to push through with what he had to say.
"Once I'm gone and if you still feel the same way about me as you do now, that'll mean something. But for right now, with all that's been happening, I just don't know if you have feelings for me or if you would've felt the same way if it had been Hotch or Rossi with J.J. that day we picked you up from the club to interview you," Derek said, and he heard Spencer snort in disbelief.
" I… Spencer, I know how I feel about you. And, maybe… I think that maybe, if things were different, I'd really want to see if we could pursue something. But, things aren't different. Ever since we've been here, you've had a murderous stalker following you. You've been living in constant fear. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't feel safe in your own home, and then today…today-" Derek broke off, feeling strangely overcome with emotion thinking back to what had almost happened—what would have happened to Spencer if he had burst into the room even a single minute late.
Looking up at Spencer with serious eyes, and not missing the ugly bruise around the boy's neck, Derek squeezed Spencer's hands in his own, hoping to convey all that he was feeling through the gesture.
"You could've died today, Spencer. No one should have to go through something like that. And that takes time to come to terms with," Derek explained.
Spencer frowned at him, and it seemed like he was trying to pull his hands free from Derek's grip, but the older man wouldn't let go.
"That's just an excuse," Spencer said, as he glowered at him, an expression of hurt clearly apparent in his light-colored eyes. "Y-you just want to make me feel better about the fact that you don't want me."
Derek shook his head in disappointment. Spencer just wasn't getting it.
"Spencer, I don't want you to think for a second that anything's wrong with you. Kid, believe me when I say that you've got a lot of appeal. Too much, to be honest. Before meeting you, I never would have even thought I could be attracted to another man that way. But these past few days spent with you have definitely got me convinced that I have no problem with that. At. All. Believe me when I say you really got my head all messed up, and it's definitely been a struggle not to act on it and just jump you," Derek said as he gave Spencer a flirtatious wink and watched as the boy's face flushed.
"But even though I'm crazy-attracted to you, and I care very much about you, Spencer, I just don't know how to give you what you want right now. You know I have to leave here in the morning. And because we had such little time together, there's no way to know if… if a 'relationship' would have been possible. I'm not going to reduce you to a one-night stand. You mean too much for me to do something like that," Derek said.
Spencer was giving him a sad look, but Derek could also see that the boy was moved by his concern for him.
Derek reached out and gently stroked Spencer's cheek, causing Spencer to close his eyes and sigh softly.
"I'll be back in Virginia by this time tomorrow, and there's a real chance that maybe once I'm gone you'll just forget about me," Derek said, which caused Spencer to look up at him with indignation.
"Derek, I don't-" Spencer began, but Derek shushed him.
"We don't know what the future holds. You can't guarantee that now, with all the danger gone and the ability for your life to go back to normal, that you won't reconsider and think that maybe wanting me was a bad idea," Derek said as he looked into Spencer's eyes. "Maybe you'll find someone else. Someone with more things in common with you...someone around your age."
Spencer's eyebrows lowered in a glare at his words, and Derek looked away, smiling softly.
"But I want to do something for you… to give you something to think about in the meantime," Derek said.
Derek then got to his feet, and Spencer watched him curiously, a small frown still tugging at his lips.
"Spencer, I want you to learn to appreciate yourself, and really believe that you're worth something. Has anyone ever just done something for you?" he asked him.
Spencer tilted his head to the side, as if confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"All your life… you've been doing things for others—trying to please people. And now, the job that you do, it's all about catering to the fantasies of others. But, has anyone ever given that to you?" Derek asked, eyes gleaming slightly.
Spencer's eyes widened, and he felt his cheeks flush.
"Kid, I want you to switch off everything you've learned from the club. The way you talk, and how you're so defensive and act more confident than you are. I can tell that you do that because you have to, not because you want to. I want you to stop playing a role. And just feel and experience as your real self. I want you to let me make you feel good, Spencer," Derek said as he stepped in front of Spencer and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders.
From his place sitting on the bed, Spencer had to crane his neck backwards so he could continue to look at the tall man. He had heard Derek's words, and they had caused his stomach to do a strange flip-flop, but he didn't really understand what Derek meant. No one had ever offered to just… make him feel good. He couldn't understand why Derek would want to do that.
Then Derek was leaning down, and capturing Spencer's lips with his own. Spencer gasped in surprise, and Derek took advantage of the opening to dip his tongue inside the boy's mouth. Their tongues languidly played with each other, before Derek pulled back and caught Spencer's bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged on it briefly, eliciting a pleasured moan from Spencer, before he moved away and stood towering over the boy again.
"That ok?" Derek asked with a smirk.
"Huh?" Spencer asked dazedly as he blinked up at Derek.
"Me making you feel good?" Derek asked, as he chuckled softly.
Unable to form coherent words, Spencer just nodded enthusiastically.
Spencer watched on as Derek, having gotten the green-light, climbed on the bed, straddling his hips with a knee on either side of him, and placed his hands on his shoulders pushing him back. Spencer let himself be maneuvered with little resistance, eyes still locked with Derek's dark brown ones. As Derek leaned over him, Spencer couldn't help but let his eyes flutter closed. He felt exposed like this, letting someone else be in control.
"Hey, open your eyes," Derek whispered, and Spencer immediately did as was told.
"I'm only going to do what you like," Derek said, holding Spencer's gaze.
Spencer blushed and turned his head to the side.
"I… I have no idea what I 'like,'" he admitted, feeling embarrassed.
But Derek only chuckled.
"That's ok. I'm here to help you figure that out," Derek said as he reached down and grabbed Spencer's chin, turning the boy's head so that he was facing him again. Spencer was looking at him with wide eyes and, while he seemed unsure of himself, there was nothing but trust in those large hazel eyes. Caressing Spencer's face, Derek smiled softly at him and leaned down to kiss him again. This time it was more chaste and Spencer sighed softly against his lips.
Pleased by the boy's response, Derek slid his hands down Spencer's neck, to his chest, and then lightly grazed them along his side, causing Spencer to shudder. As they continued to kiss, Derek's fingers ran down to Spencer's hips and ghosted underneath the boy's shirt, dancing over soft, warm flesh. As his fingers inched their way up the expanse of Spencer's pale stomach, they pushed his shirt up with them. And when Derek's hands finally settled on Spencer's bare chest, and his fingertips gently nudged the boy's already pebbled nipples, a soft mewl escaped Spencer's lips and he pulled his mouth away from Derek's.
"You ok with that, kid?" Derek asked, as he took in Spencer's wide-eyed expression.
Spencer felt like his heart would thunder its way out of his chest, it was beating so hard. It wasn't that he was scared. No, he felt completely safe with Derek. But, he was nervous, and giddy, and unsure of what to do. This was the first time anyone had ever touched him when he didn't feel like he wanted to shy away or tell them 'stop.' It was the first time it had ever felt good. He felt like all the defenses he had worked so hard to build up had suddenly melted away. It was unsettling, but exhilarating, at the same time.
In response to Derek's question, Spencer hesitantly leaned up to reclaim Derek's lips, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck. Allowing himself to explore, Spencer licked at Derek's lips and was rewarded by Derek opening his mouth, letting Spencer's tongue slip in. Derek enthusiastically responded to the boy's probing tongue and resumed his hands' path along Spencer's exposed skin. This time, when Spencer moaned again at the feel of Derek's warm hands on his trembling skin, Derek didn't stop and Spencer didn't pull away.
Wanting to feel more of the boy, Derek reluctantly pulled his lips away from Spencer's, gaining a sound of protest in response.
"Come on, let's get this off," Derek said huskily as he began tugging at the shirt.
Spencer sat up as Derek leaned back and allowed him to quickly pull his t-shirt up and over his head. When Derek attempted to lean back in to recapture Spencer's lips, Spencer stopped him and instead began tugging on Derek's shirt with a shy smile plastered on his lips. Derek smiled back and grabbed the back of his own shirt, quickly yanking it off.
When Spencer got his first full view of Derek's impeccably sculpted chest and abs, his face warmed and his lips parted in awe.
"Oh my God," Spencer breathed out as he reached out to touch, but stopped himself at the last minute.
Derek chuckled.
"You can touch all you want, baby boy," he said, grinning at Spencer.
Spencer looked up at him and gave him a half-hearted pout, but there was no disguising the appreciation in his eyes.
"You sure you're not a model in your spare time?" he asked.
Derek only grinned in response and leaned in to place a quick kiss on the tip of Spencer's nose. When he pulled away again, he watched as Spencer tentatively reached out to him and began to trace the lines of his muscles. The gentle touches sent a shiver down Derek's spine. As the boy ran his hand from Derek's collarbone to his shoulder, he lingered on Derek's tattoo. And when Spencer leaned in and softly pressed his lips to the dark ink, tongue darting out for a tentative taste, Derek felt his control slipping.
He gently grabbed Spencer's hands and slowly pushed him down on to his back.
"My turn," he whispered.
He then leaned down, pressing his lips to Spencer's collarbone causing the boy to let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Smiling against the pale skin, Derek kissed and licked his way down to the boy's small nipple. Flicking his tongue out, he played with it before catching the flesh between his teeth. Spencer let out a strangled sound, a mix between a moan and a cry. He quickly clapped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
Smiling as he continued to tease the nipple between his lips, Derek ran his hand up Spencer's left side, tickling the flushed skin. Reaching the boy's neglected nipple, he began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger, while increasing the pressure on the flesh trapped between his lips. Spencer moaned again from behind his hand and shuddered. From his place straddling Spencer, Derek could feel the evidence of the boy's excitement pressing up against his thigh.
"I'm guessing you like that, huh, Pretty Boy?" Derek breathed against Spencer's skin.
He then began to kiss and lick down the expanse of Spencer's chest while his one hand continued to play with the boy's sensitive nipple. The flustered boy could only look on as the older man made his descent, chest heaving with his quick breaths.
As Derek slid his body down Spencer's, his knees met with the ground and he positioned himself between the boy's legs, propping himself up on Spencer's thighs. And once his mouth came upon Spencer's bellybutton, he delighted in being able to lick and kiss at the skin there. He had been incessantly teased by this little stretch of skin, but prohibited from touching it. And now that it was in front of him, he wanted to drive Spencer as crazy as the boy had been driving him. As his tongue dipped into Spencer's navel the boy jerked and let out another one of those keening moans from behind his hand. Derek could feel Spencer's cock growing harder, pressing into his stomach, and Derek felt his own erection throb.
Teasingly, he slid his hands down Spencer's sides and rested his fingers on the waistband of the boy's pajama pants. Glancing up at Spencer, and catching his eyes, Derek tugged on the loose-fitting pants, drawing a gasp from the boy's lips. Holding Derek's eyes, Spencer lifted his hips off the bed, assisting him and watched on as Derek slid the pants all the way down to his ankles. As the older man pulled the pants off and tossed them to the side, he ran his hands up Spencer's long, lean legs causing tremors to course through Spencer's body.
When Derek's fingers came to a stop against the waistband of Spencer's blue briefs, Spencer looked down at him with wide, yet curious, eyes. He licked his lips, and then drew his bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it as he appraised Derek. Derek's eyes darkened as he watched this and he wanted to kiss the boy again.
"A-are we going to…?" Spencer questioned.
"No," Derek said as he leaned up to place a kiss on Spencer's lips.
"Derek, I want to," Spencer said as he lifted his hips slightly, pressing them into Derek's.
Derek groaned as the boy came into contact with his own throbbing need.
"No," he said again, as he held Spencer's hips down to prevent the boy from doing that again. "That's not what this is about."
"But-" Spencer began, his confusion apparent.
"Shh, shh," Derek said. "I told you to just let me make you feel good."
He then winked at Spencer, causing the boy to blush with realization.
"Ah… I…Oh." Spencer sputtered out.
Derek chuckled as he scooted back down the bed and kneeled in front of Spencer again. Following Derek's descent with his eyes, and leaning up on his elbows to get a better look, Spencer felt his face heat up again as he saw the passionate look in Derek's eyes. He had never had someone do this to him, and the thought of it had him feeling extremely embarrassed. So when Derek's hands returned to his underwear, Spencer quickly reached down and grabbed his hand, stopping him.
"C-can we… um, please, turn off the lights," Spencer asked, face darkening in a blush.
Derek looked at him carefully, trying to figure out if Spencer was just shy or if he was actually having second-thoughts.
"Spencer, you're gorgeous. You have nothing to be ashamed of," he said as he rubbed Spencer's hip reassuringly. "And, if you want to just stop, we can do that too."
"No! I don't want to stop," Spencer said quickly, looking at Derek seriously. When the man stared back at him without arguing, Spencer knew he believed him. But he was waiting for an explanation.
"I-I'm just really embarrassed, ok? So…please," Spencer said, as he gave Derek a pleading look.
Spencer didn't know where the sudden bashfulness had come from. He had been completely naked in front of hundreds of men. But, for some reason, those felt nothing like this. That was work. He didn't care about those men. But now—with Derek—it felt so different. It felt like Derek was really looking at him as something beautiful—not something to defile and demean. It just felt so much more intimate. But it was exactly that intimacy that made Spencer's heart race, and his face heat up, and his stomach flutter like there were a million butterflies crashing around inside.
Derek smiled softly in understanding and nodded at Spencer.
"Ok," he said as he shifted and rolled to the other side of the bed. Leaning over, Derek clicked off the bedside table lamp and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. As their eyes adjusted, the room was almost completely void of light save for soft slivers peeking through the slats in the blinds and the glowing of Spencer's alarm clock on the bedside table. They could barely see each other.
Spencer listened to the rustling of the sheets as Derek made his way back over to him, and sighed softly as he felt the older man's warm hands reach out to him, rubbing his shoulders and sides. Then Derek's lips were pressing against the corner of his mouth, and Spencer moaned softly.
"You need to tell me if at any point you want me to stop," he said against Spencer's lips.
"I won't want you to," Spencer moaned.
He felt Derek grip his wrist and squeeze, and he looked up into the older man's eyes. This close, he could make out that Derek was looking at him with a serious expression.
"I mean it, Spencer, or we're not doing this," he said, pulling away from the boy's searching lips.
"O-ok. Ok, I will," Spencer said, hurriedly. "Now, please, touch me already."
Spencer listened as Derek chuckled, and he swore he could see the older man's eyes twinkling.
"Yes, sir," Derek said as he swooped in for one last peck against Spencer's lips. And then he was making his way back down to the end of the bed, and in between Spencer's legs. This time, when Derek's hands reached up to Spencer's hips, he didn't stop them and shimmied to help Derek pull his underwear down. Spencer shuddered as the cool air hit his exposed skin.
Derek ran one hand up the inside of Spencer's thigh, feeling the muscle tremble underneath his fingertips, and splayed his other hand on Spencer's stomach, to keep him in place. As he stroked his knuckles against the soft flesh of Spencer's inner thigh he heard a low moan, that was then muffled as Spencer clamped his hand down over his mouth again. Every time the boy moaned, it sent a shock of pleasure through Derek.
He reached up and grabbed Spencer's wrist, pulling the boy's hand away from his mouth.
"And I want to hear you, so don't cover up your mouth," Derek said huskily.
Although Spencer was mostly obscured in the darkness, he vaguely made out the boy nodding. And Spencer put up little resistance as Derek moved his hand away and laid it on the bed next to him.
Then Spencer felt Derek's large, warm hand close around his already hard cock and he jumped, startled by the jolt of pleasure as Derek slowly stroked him. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut and throwing his head back against the bed, Spencer wanted badly to cover his mouth again, knowing another moan would come out. But instead he fisted his hands in the sheets, panting softly. He couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped his lips as Derek increased the speed and tightness of his strokes. His hips involuntarily bucked off the bed, but Derek's hand on his stomach deftly held him down, leaving Spencer little choice but to writhe in pleasure.
Feeling impressed with himself for being able to reduce Spencer so quickly to a shuddering mess, Derek felt almost guilty for what he was going to do next. But, the sounds Spencer was making—even though Derek knew the younger man was trying to hold back his voice—were enough to make his mouth water. He wanted to taste Spencer. He wanted to make him moan even more.
Smirking devilishly, Derek leaned forward, pressing his lips to the already dripping head of Spencer's cock and licked teasingly.
"Derek!" Spencer gasped.
And then Derek was enveloping the boy's rigid length with his mouth, turning Spencer's words into a string of unintelligible moans. His enthusiastic response encouraged Derek, and he continued to lovingly suck, lick and kiss until the boy was shaking underneath him.
"Ungh! D-Derek! I-I'm cumming!" Spencer panted.
Hearing the boy's breathy warning, Derek pulled his mouth away. He continued to pump Spencer with his hand until the boy's body tensed, and he came, shooting ropes of come on to his heaving stomach and chest.
Spencer's body fell back on the bed, almost boneless as he tried to catch his breath. Derek crawled up the bed, laying soft kisses along Spencer's arm, shoulder and neck along the way. Breathing hard himself, Derek planted a kiss to Spencer's cheek and then collapsed next to him on the bed.
"T-that was...amazing," Spencer said, voice still breathy.
He glanced over to where Derek was lying, and could make out Derek grinning at him. Spencer lazily smiled back. He then rolled on to his side, scooting close to Derek and closing the gap between them, pressing his body against Derek's. He gently cupped Derek's face with his hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips, gaining an appreciative moan from the older man. Spencer laughed against Derek's mouth, as he ran his hands down his chest. His fingers quickly darted to Derek's belt and began undoing it when Derek's hands grabbed his, stopping him.
"Wha-" Spencer began, voice laced with confusion.
"You don't have to do that," Derek panted out.
"But… you didn't…" Spencer trailed off. He could feel Derek's very obvious erection pressing against his thigh. To make his point, Spencer moved his leg, applying pressure.
Derek let out a soft groan, and then shifted his body, moving away from Spencer's touch.
"It's ok… I'm ok. This was about you, kid. Just… let me lie here for a little while until I calm down," Derek said.
Spencer remained where he was, only letting out a disgruntled sigh in response.
Derek was surprised when Spencer didn't put up a fight, but he was also grateful for it. He was happy he was able to have given Spencer pleasure, but his resolve to do that, and only that, was slowly crumbling. Listening to Spencer's moans had made him rock hard and his ability to remain rational was being sorely tried. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply to try to get himself under control, Derek concentrated on the sounds of his and Spencer's breaths.
But then he felt movement as the bed dipped next to him, and he let out a gasp as he felt the weight of Spencer Reid sitting in his lap. Naked and sweaty, Spencer was straddling his hips, pressing down on his straining cock.
"Spencer," Derek groaned as he reached up, grabbing the boy's hips in an attempt to stop the delicious pressure he was applying.
But Spencer grabbed Derek's hands and pulled them above his head, pressing them down into the mattress. His lips covered Derek's, muffling any protest the older man could have given as Spencer pressed backwards resuming the tantalizing friction. Derek put up very little resistance. He could have stopped Spencer if he really wanted to. Instead, he let out a groan of appreciation as Spencer swiveled his hips, grinding down on him through his jeans.
Spencer's slow but purposeful movements were driving Derek insane and when he heard Spencer whimper above him, signaling he was getting off on this as well, he almost lost it. Pulling his hands free from Spencer's grip, Derek returned his hands to the boy's hips, but this time they pulled him closer instead of trying to push him away. Derek thrust his hips upward, and both he and Spencer let out a moan of pleasure. Spencer slid his hands to Derek's chest, as if looking for an anchor, and ground back against Derek's thrusting. But it just wasn't enough.
"Shit," Derek said, as he reached down between them and started to undo his belt. He had tried to control himself, but, now, all he could think about was being skin-to-skin. Spencer's hands soon joined him and together they were able to pull off Derek's jeans, followed by his underwear. But before Spencer could touch him, Derek grabbed both his wrists in one hand. He then kissed Spencer hard, before pushing him back down on to the bed. Still holding Spencer's wrists, Derek kissed, licked and nipped any exposed skin he came across from Spencer's neck to his chest.
Spencer moaned, arching his back and thrusting his hips up against Derek's. When their cocks came into contact, both hot and slick with each other's pre-come, Derek bit down on Spencer's shoulder and Spencer let out a high-pitched moan.
"Get on your hands and knees," Derek ordered gruffly.
Spencer tensed, hearing the lustiness in Derek's voice. But, his own lust outweighed any hesitation he had and he quickly scurried to assume the position. His heart thumped in his chest as he could feel Derek moving behind him, and he let out a small whimper of anticipation as he felt the heat of Derek's chest on his back. He then felt Derek's hands on his chest, fingers running over his nipples. And Spencer trembled.
"D-Derek, are we going to-" Spencer asked, looking over his shoulder.
"No, kid, just bear with me," Derek said quickly, as he shifted closer and ran his hands over the plump round curves of Spencer's ass.
Spencer moaned softly at the contact, and let himself be maneuvered as he felt Derek's strong hands grip his hips and pull him backwards. He then let out a squeak of surprise as he felt Derek's thick cock slide between his thighs.
"Squeeze your thighs together, tight," Derek instructed in a breathy voice.
And Spencer did as he was told, moaning loudly as Derek's cock rubbed against the underside of his, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. Derek echoed his moan as he thrust hard between Spencer's soft thighs, simulating the tightness he yearned to feel by burying himself inside of the boy. Spencer rocked back against Derek with each thrust, finding himself getting hotter and hotter and, spurred by the delicious friction, he found himself wanting to feel more.
"Derek, it feels so good," he moaned. "I want you to put it inside me. I want to do it for real."
"No," Derek forced himself to say. "This is going to have to be enough for now, kid."
Growling his frustration, Spencer squeezed his thighs together even tighter, gaining an appreciative growl from the man behind him. He wanted Derek to feel as desperate as he was. The older man had too much control.
Snaking his hand down in between his thighs, Spencer encircled both his and Derek's cocks, sliding his thumb over the slickened heads.
"Ungh!" Derek groaned out, as he leaned closer to Spencer, shuddering against his back. "Kid, you're going to be the death of me."
Spencer grinned in triumph as he pumped in time with Derek's thrusts. Soon, however, Derek's thrusts became harder and more erratic and Spencer's hand quickened its pace, as he, too, frantically searched for release.
"Shit!" Derek growled out as he felt his climax quickly approaching. He had already been dangerously on the edge before he started this, and now the added stimulation of Spencer's hand was obliterating the last vestiges of his control.
With one final, powerful thrust between Spencer's plush thighs and into his warm hand, Derek felt himself come apart at the seams.
Derek came hard and Spencer followed only a few seconds behind, moaning loudly. They both collapsed on the bed, a sticky, sweaty mess of tangled limbs. Breathing heavily, Derek forced himself to his elbows so he could roll off of Spencer. He was sure he would crush the kid if he passed out like that. Grabbing Spencer around the shoulder, he scooted up to the head of the bed, pulling the still-dazed boy with him.
Throwing back the covers to allow Spencer and himself to get under them, Derek plopped his head against the pillow, one arm behind his head and the other tightly around Spencer's shoulder. He found himself suddenly hit with a wave of welcomed exhaustion. The day had been so long, culminating in the terrifying experience of having to dispatch the Unsub as he was trying to kill Spencer. The last few days, in actuality, had been exhausting, with Derek getting little to no sleep as he pushed himself to the limit trying to keep Spencer safe. But, now, with the boy curled up against his side, and knowing that the Unsub could never hurt him again, Derek finally felt like he could relax. He was relieved. And he was happy.
"Derek?" Spencer murmured sleepily, as he snuggled into Derek's side, sounding as if he wanted to ask a question.
"Shh, kid. Shh," Derek said groggily as he laid a sloppy kiss against Spencer's temple and ran his hand through the boy's soft hair.
"Mmm," Spencer murmured back. "Ok, ok. Fine, but… Just… Thank you."
Derek smiled, knowing Spencer's 'thank you' encompassed more than just everything that had happened that night, and he kissed him again. And soon, they were both asleep.

Hours later, Derek's eyes cracked open as he felt the first rays of light falling on his face. He yawned as he raised his left arm to get a look at his watch. 6:15 a.m. When he tried to stretch his other arm he realized that there was something heavy on it and it was tingling with numbness. Glancing to his side, he smiled brightly as he saw Spencer curled up against his right side, using his arm as a pillow. That was a sight he could probably easily get used to.
He allowed himself to watch the peacefully slumbering boy for a few minutes more before he sighed begrudgingly to himself. He had to be on the jet in less than three hours. And in the meantime, he had some business he needed to take care of before he left Las Vegas. So, reluctantly, Derek slowly eased his arm out from under the soft mop of Spencer's hair.
Leaning over, and brushing Spencer's bangs off of his forehead, Derek placed a soft kiss on the exposed skin. He couldn't risk waking Spencer up. After the night they had spent together, Derek knew that things could never go back to normal. He had liked being with Spencer too much. He cared about him too much. He wanted him too much. If Spencer woke up and he was faced with those wide, clear honey-colored eyes, he would never want to leave. He knew that if Spencer only asked him to, he'd throw all caution to the wind and just stay here with the kid.
But wanting those things told Derek that he was already too far gone. What they had was passionate and intense, but they were also caught up in the moment. It was the morning after an attempt had been made on Spencer's life and he had watched a murderer get gunned down in front of him. Spencer needed time to work through those feelings, on top of everything else going on in his personal life. So he would stay true to what he said—he would give Spencer time. If, after everything had settled down, and Spencer still felt this way later well… well, Derek would be more than willing to try to give this a shot. But, for now, time was the answer. And he would give Spencer as much time as he needed.
Successfully disentangling himself from the sheets without rousing Spencer, Derek couldn't resist leaning down and giving him a soft peck on the lips. Then, getting to his feet, he quickly got dressed, intentionally avoiding looking back at Spencer. Once he was dressed, he walked purposefully to the door. Pausing with his hand on the door knob, he allowed himself one final look at Spencer. Curled up in the spot Derek had vacated, with his arms wrapped around the pillow Derek had been sleeping on, Spencer looked so peaceful. That was enough to give Derek the courage to leave. He knew Spencer would be safe, because he was going to do everything in his power to ensure that. He then turned away from the endearing sight, opened the door, and walked out of Spencer Reid's life.

It was minutes to 10 a.m., when Emily glanced up and watched as Derek walked on to the jet. She looked on as he nodded at Hotch and Rossi who were sitting across from each other, each reading and sipping coffee. Derek then made his way down the aisle towards her.
"I thought we were going to leave without you," Emily joked as he settled down in the seat across from her. She tapped her watch as she gave him a playfully disapproving look.
Derek smiled widely at her.
"Yeah, right. I wasn't going to miss this flight for anything in the world. After what we've been through the last couple of days, home never looked so sweet," Derek said.
"We missed you at breakfast," J.J. said as she strolled past him and took the seat next to Emily. She had just returned from making herself a cup of tea at the back of the jet. "How was Spencer?"
Derek stiffened slightly.
"Spencer? What about him?" he asked.
J.J. frowned, forehead creasing slightly in confusion.
"Well, you didn't return to your room last night. I just figured you ended up staying over there…?" she asked.
Derek glanced to his side and could see that Hotch had placed down the file he was reading and was now looking at him curiously. He could also see that Rossi had purposefully not looked up, and seemed far too interested in his paper. The team had known he was going to be escorting Spencer home, as they finished up with securing the crime scene and investigating Adrian Moore's house. And it wasn't like it was especially out of the ordinary that he would choose to stay with Spencer following the events that transpired at the party, especially with the rapport they had built up during this case. So, he knew he was probably being overly paranoid about his colleague's questions, but Derek couldn't help but to feel tense. If they only knew what he had spent his night doing…
"Oh… yeah. I did," Derek said, looking away from the curious gazes of his colleagues, as he began fidgeting with his mp3 player. "But I left early this morning… before he even woke up."
"Oh, so you didn't even say goodbye?" J.J. asked, her disappointment evident in her tone.
"I figured I said all I needed to last night. He was still a bit shook up from the case when we got back to his apartment, so we talked about it for quite a while. And he seemed so beat last night that I didn't want to wake him this morning. But, I think he'll be ok," he told her.
"Well… I'm sure it was difficult to say goodbye. Spencer seemed really attached to you, and it's obvious he's grown on you as well," Emily said, sending a sad smile in his direction.
Derek wanted to nod and smile back at her. But he knew he couldn't acknowledge anything about his relationship with Spencer. He had promised himself he would back off and let the kid have some time to think things over. It wouldn't make sense if Derek was pining over him in the meantime.
"I think the kid'll be ok," Derek said again as he pulled out his headphones. "He's stronger than any of us could imagine."
The other four agents looked at him with interest as he placed the headphones over his ears and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, the pilot was announcing their take-off and everyone became lost in their own thoughts as the plane ascended into the air.

A few days later, back in Quantico, Derek was intercepted by Garcia as he walked into the bullpen. As usual, his favorite technical analyst was decked out in a flamboyant outfit, color-coded from head to toe, including the color of her glasses. The color of the day was apparently lime-green.
"Hey, tall, dark, and packin', you've got a call for you on line two," she informed as she smiled at him over her bedazzled coffee cup.
"A call?" he asked, eyebrow raised in confusion. He didn't have any active cases so he wasn't expecting any calls. All the team had on deck for the next week or so was paperwork. Their stay in Vegas had exceeded the normal amount of time they usually spent on a case, and they weren't expected to be dispatched on any new cases until they had caught up on neglected work.
"I don't know who it is, but it got patched through. So I'm guessing this person has your direct line. I was just walking by when I heard it ringing," she said as she pointed behind him to his desk.
"Ok, thanks mama. I'll handle it," Derek said as he gave her a wink and walked past her.
Once he was settled, he glanced at the flashing red light, wondering who could be calling. Shrugging to himself, he picked up the receiver and pressed the button.
"This is Agent Morgan," he said.
"Um… hi, it's me… Um, Spencer," a familiar voice said.
Derek was stunned. He hadn't expected Spencer to call. But he could do little to hide the grin that broke out on his face. He was happy to hear his voice. It sent a warm feeling straight to the pit of his stomach.
"Hey kid!" he said, his excitement evident.
"H-hi," Spencer replied, shyly.
Derek was sure he could hear a hint of a smile in Spencer's voice, and it warmed his heart.
"So, what's up? I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon," Derek said.
In actuality, Derek really hadn't expected to hear from Spencer Reid at all. He had left Vegas, and he knew he was also supposed to leave this case behind. He figured Spencer would have wanted to do the same, especially after Derek had left without much of a word of goodbye. But hearing Spencer's voice lifted some sort of tension off his shoulders; a tension Derek hadn't even realized was there until now.
"I… I got a letter in the mail today," Spencer said hesitantly.
Derek raised an eyebrow in confusion, but let the boy speak.
"Uh… I'm not quite sure who it's from. But… it's a check for $100,000, Derek," Spencer said, the awe apparent in his voice.
Derek cringed as he listened to what Spencer was saying. He knew exactly what this call was about.
"I… the only thing the letter says is: 'Here's the money like I promised. You can thank your Fed friend.' So…I- I can only assume that's referring to you. What's going on?" Spencer asked.
Derek had to restrain himself from cursing. His instructions had been specific: his involvement was not to be mentioned. After he had left Spencer the morning of his last day in Vegas, Derek had made a personal detour to the office of Danny Wallace. Derek had told Wallace that he knew what he and Demetri Santos had done to Spencer and that Spencer could still press charges against him if he wanted to. If Spencer did that, Wallace's entire empire would come crumbling down around him. Derek had then told Wallace that if he wanted Derek to go away, he would write an anonymous check, made out to Spencer Reid, and would promise never to bother the boy again.
Wallace had begrudgingly agreed after Derek had told a little white lie and convinced Wallace that they were in possession of the missing DVD, and all they would need to convict Wallace was for Spencer to give a statement that implicated Wallace in having lured him in. Wallace was an accomplice, and he was stuck. So he had agreed to Derek's terms. But Derek had told Wallace that Spencer was never supposed to know where the money had come from. While Wallace hadn't given Derek's name, or his own for that matter, Derek was sure the man had purposefully mentioned "'Fed friend" as a parting 'fuck you' to the agent.
Sighing in frustration, knowing that the jig was up, Derek thought carefully about what he was going to say to Spencer. He didn't want the kid to think the money was 'hush-money' or that he was in some way monetizing what had happened to him and putting a price on his abuse. He just wanted Spencer to know that something good was happening to him. And he didn't have to be worried about owing any one, or, more importantly, about having to continue living a life he was unhappy with.
"Listen… don't be mad at me, kid," Derek began. "But I… may have tracked down someone I really think owes you for having done wrong by you in the past. Losing this money isn't going to make any major dent in his pocket, and I think it'll be a good way for you to start over…. You deserve that."
There was silence across the line, and Derek couldn't be sure if Spencer was just processing the information, or if he was too incensed to speak.
"S-start over?" came the boy's hesitant voice.
Derek smiled softly, relieved that Spencer didn't seem angry.
"Yeah, kid. That's a lot of money. You can do anything you want with it. You don't have to work at the club anymore," Derek said as he lowered his voice. "You can go get a regular job. You can even go back to school if you really want to. And, it'll help you with taking care of your mother."
"Why would you do that for me?" Spencer asked, his disbelief apparent in his voice.
"You've been through so much. I know I can't fix everything, and I know I can't be there to help you when things get tough. But I just wanted to do something to make you happy. And to let you know not to give up. I care too much about you to let you do that to yourself, kid." Derek said.
"I… I don't know what to say," Spencer said softly.
"You don't have to say anything. I wanted to do this for you." Derek told him.
Spencer didn't respond, but Derek heard a distinct choking sound coming from across the phone.
"Spencer?" Derek asked, concerned.
"I- I'm o-ok, j-just give me a minute," Spencer said, his voice breaking in places.
He was crying.
"Kid…" Derek began, feeling his heart clenching. It was insane how much he wished he could reach through the phone and wrap his arms around the boy's slight frame, just like he had the last night he spent with him.
Derek listened in silence as Spencer breathed deeply, as if trying to get himself together.
"I… I really… Just… Thank you," Spencer finally said.
"No problem kid." Derek responded, smiling fondly. He knew he didn't have to say anything else. Spencer understood what he meant to him.
"Hey… Derek?" Spencer asked, hesitantly, after a moment.
"Yeah?" Derek asked, curiously.
"I… if I'm…you know… ever in D.C., is it ok if I look you up?" Spencer asked.
Derek's eyes widened in surprise, a warm glow growing within him at the thought.
"I'd love that, kid." He said with a smile.

A/N: So, that's it guys! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! I love all of you and can't wait to take another ride sometime soon! I know I write lengthy authors' notes, but if you read a single one of them please let it be this one because the story's not over yet!
I kind of feel bad ending it here without a "real" consummation of the relationship, but ultimately, it just felt "right." I realized that, based on how I set these characters up it would be kind of unconscionable for Morgan to truly give in and "ravish" Spencer (lol) at this point. You see, while this story may have been lengthy, in real-time Spencer and Derek have probably only known each other for days (maybe 2 weeks if we're being generous—I was kind of purposeful about not really talking about time in this story). Plus, with Spencer's past traumas and Derek's focus on 'duty,' 'professionalism,' and 'morality,' it just seemed inorganic that he'd throw caution to the wind and "get down with the get down" all of a sudden. Thus, I decided what they needed was some time.
So, I've decided to write a follow-up to this story entitled "Pretty Boy Reprise." I've already started writing it, so hopefully you won't be waiting longer than a few weeks before you get the first chapter. :) It'll take place 6 months after the events taking place here and focus, mainly, on if and how Spencer and Derek can make a relationship work. So, we'll pick back up in an 'aftermath' sort of way. I imagine it's going to have a lot of smut in it (haha), but it'll be pretty angsty, too. I'm not 100% sure where I want to take it, but I'll try to build a good plot into it, in any case. And, I intend (operative word) to make it shorter than the original (which was over 150,000 words D:). So, hopefully you'll come along for the ride!
Xoxo
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