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Drawn Together - Part 4

Hey, long time no see. So sorry it's been so long since I last posted. I've been really busy with things going on in my personal life. I've also started watching SWAT, so I also started writing fanfic for that... so I kinda forgot about this for a while. I looked it up the other day though and I saw I have already written over 100 pages for this fanfic (though not everything is ready to upload yet), so yeah... I should probably get back to it.

Hope you enjoy! Again, so sorry for the wait.

Also, if anyone is interested in a Hondo fanfic, lmk, the first two chapters are almost done (and I have close to 90 pages written in total already, oops).

Anyway, here is the next part of this fanfic. Once I know how to make a masterlist, I'll make one.

CW: Nothing special in this one, just normal CM content. So: Violence, child endangerment, Spencer being a nerd, Hotch being bossy, Derek kicking down doors, you know the drill.

Drawn Together - Chapter 4

Everyone was working on the profile the next morning. Hotch had given them all orders, and they worked on narrowing down a suspect pool, when Derek came in, much later than the others. 

"Sorry, slept through my alarm." He said and quickly got to work and helped Reid with the geographical profile with what he and Melony found out the night before. 

"Didn't someone try to wake you?" Spencer asked him, 

"Pearson did try to shake me awake, but I guess I fell asleep again." Derek shrugged.  

"You really went in there?" JJ asked Melony, a slight look of disgust on her face. Melony looked at her, confused at her disgust, 

"Ehm, yes? He wasn't there for breakfast, I told you I was going to try to wake him up." 

"I know, but I thought you were just going to knock on his door." 

"That didn't work, so I went in to give him a shake." 

JJ blinked a few times, "Wow, I can't believe you managed to even get to him." 

Melony frowned, "What do you mean?" 

"Morgan smells horrible in the morning. You didn't notice?" 

Melony chuckled slightly, "it's not that bad, right? Sure, he doesn't smell good, but it's not that terrible." 

"Do you even have a sense of smell?" JJ asked, half joking. 

"Actually, it could make perfect sense that he smells differently to each of you." Spencer interjected, "Your nose is able to pick up a lot, and whether or not someone smells really bad can be an indication who is or isn't a good partner. If someone's natural smell smells horrible to you, it is possible you have similar immune systems, and your body is telling you your offspring together would be less healthy. If you don't really mind the smell, you could have very different immune systems, which would mean your offspring would be a lot healthier." He explained. They all looked at him, not sure what to do with this information. 

"It's really interesting how much your body can pick up." Spencer said, hoping to alleviate some of the awkwardness. 

Derek looked at Melony, 

"You heard the man," he said jokingly, "we gotta make some babies." 

Melony forced a slight chuckle, "In your dreams, big guy." She joked back and turned back to her paperwork, wanting to forget about the conversation as soon as possible, even though she couldn't help but imagine having a child with Derek. Not because she actually wanted it, but hearing Reid talk like that painted quite a picture. She really did her best to focus on the profile, but part of her mind wandered to what it would mean. It went back to the night before, and that it would mean sleeping together more often, and that he... 

She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to fully be with him, not a single barrier between them. 

Fortunately for her, Garcia interrupted her thoughts with a call. Derek answered the call and put her on speaker, 

“Hey, Baby girl, what ya got? You are on speaker.” He said. 

“Well, my delicious bundle of muscles, I looked into what you sent me last night and I tried to find twins in the area that looked a lot alike, but I found ziltch, nada.” Garcia started, “I then expanded my search to include any brothers or cousins, or any other family relation where two men would come up as potentials in a facial recognition search.” 

“Did you find anything?” Spencer asked. 

“Well, smarty pants, the only two pairs of men I found look nothing like the sketch, and their records are squeaky clean, only, like, 2 parking tickets between the four of them.” 

Melony sighed, frustrated their theory seemed to be false. She really thought Derek and her had broken the case wide open. 

“But,” Garcia said a bit peppier, “Rest assured, my heroes and sheroes, I did find a potential suspect for you.” She said and all of their phones pinged, signalling they got a message. 

“Meet Larry Winscott. 36, single, owns a farm just outside of town.” Garcia continued while everyone opened the file they were just sent, the man looked quite like the sketch Melony had made, 

“What about this guy?” JJ asked, “All you sent us was a picture, an address and age.” 

“Well, aside from looking quite like Mel’s sketch being what is up with him, what I just sent you is all I could find on him. There is no record of this guy. Not even a birth certificate. He just appeared one day, then disappeared again. I can’t even find a water bill. Nothing.” 

 “How did you find him?” 

“Like I said, he did appear somewhere at some point, so he is registered. I just did a standard facial recognition search on the sketch, not family or other lookalikes to narrow it down. A couple of guys popped up and this one is the most suspicious. I will send you the other results I got as well so you can have a look.” 

“Thanks, Doll.” Derek said. 

“Go get them, Tigers.” Garcia replied and hung up. 

Once they got the other files, they took a look at them to see if there was anything suspicious about any of the other potential suspects. Melony quickly went to visit some of the people they had spoken to and showed them the picture of Larry they had. People confirmed that was the man they saw, but he was a bit younger in the picture, and was missing his scar. She told the rest of the team what the people told her, and they got ready to pay Larry a visit. 

As they were about to walk out, one of the cops who worked with them came in, 

“We have 2 new abductions.” 

~*~ 

The team arrived at the property and parked their cars somewhere they wouldn’t be very noticeable. It was still early, and they hoped they could catch Larry and his partner before they could harm the children they took. They split up into small groups and spread across the property. JJ and Spencer noticed the van next to a shed and approached it.  Larry’s brother was cleaning it and making some preparations for the next round. He noticed the FBI agents and tried to make a run for it, but tripped over some roots and the duo cuffed the man and took him in. 

Hotch, Melony and Derek went into the big house on the property, where they heard some screaming come from the basement. Derek kicked in the front door and they cleared the ground floor. They found the stairs leading to the basement, and the trio went down. There Larry was, tying up one of the little boys they had taken to a chair in the corner of the dark room, the other already tied to a table. Larry heard people come in and looked behind him. When he saw it wasn’t his brother, he grabbed a knife from his pocket and sat down behind the little boy’s chair and held it to the kid’s throat. 

“Get outta ‘ere!” He yelled. 

“We can’t do that, Larry.” Melony said. She looked at her two male colleagues, who were aiming their guns at the man and thus the kid, before she put her own gun down. 

“Just GO!” 

“I can’t, Larry. Those boys need to go back to their moms.” 

“They were abandoned. I’s just puttin’ them outta their misery.” Larry pressed the knife closer to the child’s throat. 

“They were not abandoned.” Melony said calmly. 

“They was. If they ain’t, they wouldn’t be ‘ere now.” 

 “They have families, Larry. A mother, a father, siblings.” 

“They don’t got no father. They moms took them. I was gonna be their family, their father.... Them punks don’t wanna listen.” Larry said, angry. Derek Shot Melony a look that they needed to hurry up. She looked back at him and gave him a little nod, 

“You feel lonely, right?” 

Larry looked up at her, “You don’t know me.” 

“Did your parents leave you and your brother?” Melony asked and took a little step closer to him. Hotch whisper yelled her last name to tell her not to do that, but she ignored him. Larry pointed the knife at her now, as he did notice her take a step closer. 

“I know what that’s like. My dad abandoned me too.” Melony explained and took another step closer before moving closer to the ground and crouching slightly so she would look less intimidating to Larry. 

“They just left us.” Larry said through gritted teeth. 

“And it’s not fair. You didn’t deserve that.” 

“We’d been better dead.” 

“You wouldn’t be.” 

“The hurt don’t stop. We is protecting them from hurt.” Larry said. 

“They have family who loves them, Larry. Let us help you. We can find people who love you. Then the hurt can become less.” Melony came a little closer again, but did keep a save enough distance because of the knife. Derek slightly moved from his previous position so he would have a clearer shot in case Larry tried to attack her. 

“I-it can?” Larry asked and he slightly lowered the knife. Melony nodded and gave him a little smile, 

“It can. I know so. It hurt when my dad left, but it hurts less now. Let us help you.” 

Larry thought it over for a couple of seconds, and his eyes darted across the room. He then saw the two men with their guns again, and his face hardened, 

“You’s lyin’. It don’t ever stop.” 

“It might never fully go away, but it can get better, Larry.” Melony tried to assure him. She wanted to take him in peacefully, as she could tell he was very unstable, but she was a bit more on guard now. 

“You’s dad abandoned you?” Larry asked, and Melony nodded. 

“Well,” Larry said and stood up, “Then maybe you’s better dead too.” He said and raised his knife. He lunged at her, but before he reached her Derek fired a shot into his shoulder. He dropped to the ground and screamed out in pain. Melony was frozen for a second, but quickly kicked the knife away from Larry and twisted his arms onto his back before cuffing him. Derek and Hotch both untied one of the boys. Once the boys were free, Hotch took over taking Larry upstairs from Melony, 

“That was very risky.” He said and gave her an accusatory look. 

“I know, but when he mentioned being abandoned by family, I thought I could maybe calm him down.” 

Hotch sighed, “You did well, but be more careful next time. It was difficult for Morgan and me to get a clear view to shoot him.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Hotch slightly nodded his head towards the boy he just untied, and Melony walked to him and crouched down to be more on his level. 

“Hey, are you okay?” She asked him and the boy gave her a little nod, 

“Shall we go back to your mom?” 

The boy nodded again. Melony grabbed his hand, and they walked upstairs. 

~*~ 

Everyone took a seat on the plane and tried to get comfortable. They had spent a couple of hours bringing back the children, talking to press, and packing their things for the journey back home. Spencer had claimed the couch and made a makeshift pillow out of his coat and a sweater, JJ was working on her laptop, Elle was on her phone, and Gideon and Hotch were in the back, already going over some of the paperwork that needed to be done. 

Melony had sat down across from Derek. They had talked for a little bit, Derek also lightly scolded her for putting herself in a risky situation. After a while though, they could laugh again. Derek put on his headphones at some point and had fallen asleep in his seat. Melony tried to sleep, but couldn’t, so she grabbed her sketchbook and decided to take the opportunity to start drawing Derek. She wouldn’t get much chance to draw someone where they would sit still like that, and she wanted the extra practice. She focused on her drawing. Since he was sitting so still, she wanted to get as many details as possible. Little lines by his eyes, the small dimples in his cheek, his scruff. 

She focused quite a lot on getting his lips right. Those beautiful, soft lips she felt on hers just the night before. 

"That's pretty good" said a voice right behind her. Melony jumped in her seat and quickly closed her sketchbook before looking up at who saw watching her draw. 

"Hotch... you startled me." 

"I'm sorry. It genuinely looks good. Do you draw us often?" Asked Hotch, who stood in the aisle of the plane, and leaned a hand on the back of Melony’s chair for some extra stability. 

"Quite a bit, actually. I like the practice. At the training they keep saying 'every detail matters, one small detail can change a face' and stuff like that. So, when I have the opportunity to take my time to draw as many details as possible, like now, I like taking them." 

"How is the training going?" 

"Pretty good. It is a lot, but I do enjoy it. I don't know if you have gotten a report on me yet, but I feel like I'm learning a lot." 

"I have gotten the first report. You've only started a few weeks ago, but they said you have great potential. You are a fast learner. And clearly you have already put in a lot of time to hone your skills." Hotch said with a gesture to her sketchbook. Melony smiled a bit, 

"I'm glad they can tell I try my hardest." 

"I'm glad you are trying your hardest," Hotch said, "We are very glad to have you on the team. Your sketches help a lot, and it is convenient to have you with us. It saves a lot of time." 

"I am happy to help where I can. I know I am not that great around crime scenes sometimes, so being able to help like this is nice." 

"Good." Hotch said and smiled at her. Melony smiled back and opened her sketchbook again. She wanted to flip to the right page to continue the drawing she was working on, but her boss stopped her, 

"What is that?" He asked, partly confused, but mostly amused. 

"What?" Melony asked. 

Hotch turned a few pages back to a different drawing. It was one of him, but he had a short beard and an earring. 

"Is that supposed to be me?" He asked. Melony smiled, a little embarrassed.  

"I, I sometimes do things like this as practice as well. Because small things can change a lot about a face, I like practicing with changing features to see what it would look like. It sometimes happens that people tell us the unsub has long blond hair, but they cut and dyed it by the time we arrest them. Or they shaved their beard." Melony explained. “Or like with this case, a scar on the cheek can change a face as well.” 

"Right. Is that something they told you to do in the course?" 

"Not really. They told us that it does happen, and to not blame yourself too much. But this is not a specific thing they want us to do." 

"Do you just focus on hair and earrings?" 

"No. Many small things can make a difference. So, I do a lot. For example," Melony flipped through her sketchbook to a different practice drawing she made, "JJ with very thick, dark eyebrows. Or, " she turned the page to another, "Gideon after Botox" she joked, showing a drawing of Gideon with very smooth, wrinkle-less skin. 

Hotch chuckled. "It does change a lot indeed. Any other funny ones?" He asked and sat down next to her. 

"Oh, plenty. But I have two favourites." Melony said, a bit excited and looked for the right drawing. Once she found it, she showed Hotch. It was a drawing of Reid, but she had given him a buzz cut, a snake tattoo on his neck and a big scar across his eye. 

"Wow. I hope we will never see him like that," Hotch said, holding back a little laugh. 

Melony smiled more and turned the page to her other favourite fun drawing. This time Hotch couldn't hold in his laughter, but he did try not to laugh too loudly so he wouldn't wake anyone who was trying to sleep. 

Melony showed him a drawing of Derek. He had a clean-shaven face. She had given him a beauty spot slightly above the right side of his mouth. His lips were darker, as if wearing lipstick, and plumper. His eyelashes were also more accentuated, as if wearing mascara. Most notably though, we the long, dark waves cascading down from the top of his head. 

"That is, ehm," Hotch cleared his throat, "a very different Morgan." 

"I call him Drag-Derek." 

Hotch chuckled. Morgan slightly turned to them and opened his eyes. 

"What are you guys laughing at?" He asked sleepily. 

"Nothing," Hotch said, "Pearson just showed me some funny pictures. We should be landing in about 15 minutes." Hotch got up, "Get home safely. Good work on the case, you both. Pearson," He looked at her, "thanks for the laughs." With that, he walked back to his previous seat further down the plane. Melony smiled, proud she made her boss laugh. 

"I'm sorry we woke you." She said to Derek. He shrugged,  

"It's fine. We need to get up soon anyway. Now I have a bit of time to wake up." He said and sat up. 

Melony put her sketchbook and pencils back in her backpack, 

"What kind of pictures did you show Hotch?" 

Melony smiled a bit, "It's nothing." 

"Hotch doesn't laugh. Not around us." 

Melony shrugged, "What can I say? Maybe I'm just funny." 

"What did you show him?" 

"That's between me and Hotch." Melony said with a little grin. 

Derek rolled his eyes a bit, "I'll figure it out." 

*

They soon landed and they went to the office to get some of the paperwork ready for the next day. 

"Don't worry about coming in early tomorrow. We all need some rest after that case." Gideon said, "take tomorrow off. We'll see you the day after." 

"Great, I could use some time to unwind" Derek said as he started grabbing his stuff. 

"Tell me about it" Elle agreed. 

"Me too" Melony said and grabbed her coat. She packed her last few things and walked towards her car. The others followed soon after and Derek joined her in the elevator. 

“Wanna come over tonight?” He asked her as they walked in the same direction towards their cars, “I made too many burritos, they are about to go bad.” He quickly added as an excuse, but Melony could tell from the look in his eyes what he was really after. 

“Sure,” She said with a little grin, “I’m always up for burritos. 

[lithiag]

She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!Reader] Pt2.

Read part 1 here

A/N: OMG I can’t believe how much people enjoyed part 1? Seriously, as I am finishing this part up it has reached over 500 notes, I am shocked and so very thankful for the love. I didn’t expect it. A silly little fic not proof read, totally self indulgent, really this is so wonderful and I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read it and reblog, like or comment on it. I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint. Part 3 is going to be here soon too, which will be the unofficial date.

WC: 1,9K ~

Tags: Fluff, just fluff, Spencer is a flustered mess, Alt!Reader, Goth!Reader, 2 idiots flirting, Reader and Penelope are besties, use of Y/N, Penelope has been playing matchmaker, alluding to a date, crushes.

Warnings: None. 

Your pov.

It was a late Sunday afternoon. You were sitting on Penelope Garcia’s couch, cup of hot tea in hand. Legs curled up on the couch with a colorful blanket over your lap. It clashed just ever so slightly with your dark outfit. The two of you are in complete contrast to each other. Penelope was a ball of color in a bright purple dress with a lemon pattern, large yellow earrings and a blue bolero sweater. Compared to your all black ensemble she was a ray of sunshine. An array of snacks spread out over the coffee table. The aforementioned peppy blonde was sitting next to you on the couch. Deeply engrossed with the romance show playing on the TV. You watched it together every Sunday, when a new episode would come out. Today your mind was somewhere else completely.

“He hasn’t called yet.” You spoke up. Penelope eyed you curiously, “Who?” She asked, her focus gone from the show. Her eyes peered at you with interest from behind the cat eye glasses she had picked out that day. “Doctor Reid.” You turned your head back to the TV casually, trying to not seem bothered. You could hear Penelope hold back a small squeal. It sounded more like a gasp that way. “Oh my god! Are you interested in him? What did he do to impress you? I have been trying to set you up for ages! You have shot down any person I have discussed with you. Always something wrong.” She started rambling, hearing the clink of her glass being put on the coffee table. Her hands grabbed yours, making you look back at her and rolling your eyes. “Firstly: I am not ‘interested’ in him. Secondly: I just thought he would have called by now. Or stopped by at least.” You shrugged noncommittally. You were just a little interested. Thinking back to that meeting.

When Spencer had stepped into the lab earlier that week, courtesy of Penelope, you had found his awkward demeanor endearing. He was hot, that was for sure, and tall, you remembered having to look up at him, Those dark brown eyes pinning you in place. Especially when you had stood so close together. You had wanted to tease him after watching him stumble over his sentences. See him even more flustered. It made you somewhat excited. When you had given him your number you could feel his pulse racing under his skin. He had shown many signs of being interested yet he hadn’t even texted you. It made you rethink the interaction. 

“Well, he couldn’t have stopped by. They got called on a case in Utah so he’s not really in the area right now.” Penelope clarified. Those words put your mind at ease more than you expected them to. “Oh, I guess he can’t really get to the lab then.” You shrugged. Just a little disappointed but feeling relieved that apparently he hadn’t meant to not visit you. Or maybe he had done so on purpose if he would be close. Your earlier relief was replaced by a mild panic again. Trying to convince yourself you weren’t interested in Dr. Reid. Although, he could have texted. You could practically feel Penelope smirk as you turned your attention back on the TV. Unable to focus but pretending to. “Spence is not one for texting. He probably has been getting to the hotel at ungodly hours and hasn’t had time to call.” it was like she could read your mind. “Don’t do that.” You said with a shudder. “Do what?” Penelope questioned innocently. “Read my mind like that. It’s weird.” You answered, making her laugh. “Just goes to show how well I know you.” She answered with a smile. It was true. She knew you too well you would even argue. The fact both of you were women in a male dominated field, both dressed eccentricly, and both with a passion for cheesy movies and tv shows. It was only a matter of time until you were best friends after your first run in.

Your phone, which was placed on the table, lit up at that moment. The ringtone played at a high volume, making the cure blast through the room. Your eyes quickly flickered to the screen. Caller ID unknown. You picked up the phone, hesitant of the unknown caller, deciding to hang up instead. You had been plagued by telemarketers for the past month and really didn’t want to deal with that right now. If it was important they would call again. And they did, you still had your phone in your hands when it went off again. “Just pick it up! I will keep watch over our show, fill you in later.” Penelope said, motioning her hands for you to get up. You got off the couch, soft blanket falling to the ground as you picked up the phone. Softly padding away to the kitchen to be out of earshot of Penelope. “Y/n speaking.” you answered, waiting to hear from the other end of the line. “Hey… ehm… is this not the right time? Are you busy?” The voice on the other end of the line made you straighten up slightly in surprise. “Doctor Reid.” You breathe out his name quietly, adding a “Now is a perfectly good time.” to your sentence. Wondering how hearing his voice through the slightly tin-like phone speaker made you feel a little flutter in your stomach. “Good… I didn’t want to bother you. You can just call me Spencer by the way. Doctor sounds too formal. I just introduce myself like that. It’s a habit. I don’t call you Doctor L/n either. So call me Spencer.” He started rambling. A smile spread across your lips, this rambly version was different from how speechless he had been in the lab. You held back a giggle. Apparently you had rendered him speechless in the lab. “Alright, Spencer.” You answered, the humor in your voice apparent. His breath hitched a little on the other side of the line. 

“Why did you call?” You asked, trying to continue on without dawdling. “Oh eh, the report, I ehm…” He was quiet for a moment. It crossed your mind that maybe he didn’t need to speak with you, but he wanted to. “Yes?” You urged after a silence had fallen on the other side of the phone line. There was an intake of breath from Spencer, a moment that signaled he might be trying to raise some courage. “I didn’t want to talk about the report.” He finally spoke. It made you smile, your cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Oh, well then what did you want to talk about?” You added a bit of playfulness in your tone. You pictured him, holding the phone to his ears that were tipped red. His face was probably just as flushed as it had been in the lab. 

“I ehm- I haven’t been able to focus, on the case that is. Because I keep thinking about the lab. How I probably came off as a mess, I just didn’t know what to say because you looked so… Not that you look bad because you don’t, you looked really nice. Emily says my IQ gets slashed down to 68 when I am around pretty girls. I wanted to make a good impression. I couldn’t find the words though. I usually don’t make great first impressions, because I tend to ramble. Just- I really really hope I didn’t make a bad first impression.” His sentences flowed into each other like word vomit. Nervous, quick, and hardly understandable. Luckily, you were trained in the art of understanding nervous rambles when Penelope would spiral into one from time to time. However he had called you pretty. “Spencer.” You said his name almost like a question. There was a beat of silence. “Yes?” He asked softly, he sounded so nervous.

“You didn’t make a bad impression. I gave you my number for a reason.” You told him with a smile, a little giddy as the words ‘he called me pretty’ kept bouncing around your head. “And I am sorry I called without any real reason to… I know it was for talking about the report. Though Morgan tried to convince me it wasn’t.” Spencer answered. You rolled your eyes at that. Ofcourse, this hyper intelligent man would mix up what you were trying to do. “I gave you my number because I wanted you to call me. Not about the report. I just wanted you to call me. About anything.” There was apparently a need to clear up that confusion. It was silent for another moment. “Oh.” It was like realization dawned on him. “So I should have called sooner, right?” His question made you laugh softly, trying not to clue in Penelope on your call.  “Yes, you should have. Or could have at least. I was waiting.” You answered back, smiling at the ground. You fidgeted with one of the large rings on your free hand, twisting the cool metal round with your thumb.

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. The slight uptick in his pitch. You imagined he was still fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, or was perhaps looking at his shoes with a grin. “You can make it up to me by buying me a coffee when you get back.” The suggestion came naturally, you didn’t even have to think about it. The words left your lips before you could, really. “What do you like?” Spencer asked without hesitation. “Cinnamon latte.” You answered it softly, a little surprised he agreed so readily. A giddy feeling in your stomach. “Alright, cinnamon latte, I’ll remember.” Spencer sounded a little breathy, like he too was feeling giddy at the prospects of having coffee together. Like the idea of taking time to get to know each other at work over a warm beverage was the perfect first date. “What do you like?” You asked in turn, wanting to know what he would usually get. Knowing more about him would feel so domestic and sweet. “Black coffee, usually with tons of sugar.” He had a hint of embarrassment in your voice. A little muffled like he had covered his mouth to hold in the confession of drinking it so sweet. You smiled at his answer. Of course he had a sweet tooth. “Tons of sugar, I’ll remember.” You mirrored his words. 

“Oh! My! God!” You heard Penelope gasp from the living room. Knocking you out of your little phone call bubble with Spencer. “I think I have to go. You better call me tomorrow.” You said it lightheartedly. Just wanting to hear from him again soon. “I will. I’ll call you.” Spencer answered. “Bye Spencer.” “Bye Y/n.” You hung up with a smile, already turning and walking back into the living room. Penelope turned around on the couch to look at you, “They shot Richard!” She looked absolutely shocked as she gave you the news of your favorite character being hurt. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face though. “Spencer called.” You saw her face form from a shocked to surprise expression, “Oh! My! God!” She sounded a lot happier that time, and you knew you wouldn't hear the end of it.

[lithiag]

She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid X Goth!reader]

A/N: self indulgent little fic here. I have been in a writing slump for a few weeks and needed to do something just a little self indulgent. So we have this which has been on my mind for ever. I love Abby Sciuto from NCIS and thought how fun it would be to see our little nerd fall in love with the alternative lab rat of the FBI. This is not proof read or anything so it might not be the absolute best but I just wanted to put something out here again.

WC: 1737

Tags: fluff, crush, first meeting, love at first sight possibly, multiple parts, opposites attract, self indulgent fic, reader is described as female, reader is alternative

Warnings: Mention of human remains.

The music coming from the lab was muffled. Even through the closed door Spencer could hear the barely legible lyrics as he got closer and closer. As he reached the door and knocked there seemed to be no answer. Certain his knocking wouldn’t be heard over the noise that he now recognized as Siouxsie and the banshees. He opened the door. As soon as the barrier between him and the music was lifted it sounded so clear. It was turned up to 11 and he wondered how anyone could even focus with music that loud.

That was until he saw you, swaying along to the music, the white coat exaggerated the movements. Swishing from side to side as you reach for a pasteur pipette while bobbing your head along to the music. You seemed absorbed in the music, focussed on your work leaning over the bench and carefully dripping a clear substance on a piece of paper while still perfectly on beat with the music. Spencer cleared his throat loudly, hoping to make himself known before he interrupted you in whatever you seemed to be doing. Though it didn’t quite reach the decibel level to alert you. “L/N” he called out your last name but once again no response. So he took a few steps closer. Once Spencer was close enough he reached out and softly tapped your shoulder. You jumped in response, whirling around in shock with the pipette in your hands raised like a weapon. Like somehow you would be able to defend yourself with the lab instrument. A yelp falling from your lips. 

“Oh my god! Can’t you knock!” You accused, eyes wide as you placed your free hand on the top of your chest, taking a deep breath. “I did. I also tried to clear my throat to not scare you.” Spencer retorted, his voice raised a little louder so you could hear him over the music. You twirled around, placing the pipette in the holder. “I’m Doctor Reid, from the BAU.” He continued loudly. You turned, holding your left hand up to shush him. Your right fishing the remote from your coat pocket. It gave Spencer some time to look you over. 

Your lab coat was about the only light thing you wore. The outfit underneath was black on black on black. A band tee with illegible writing that peeked over a corset, layered with a ripped fishnet top underneath. The abundance of necklaces of all different lengths, cascading down your neck like silver waterfalls. Ripped jeans he wasn’t quite sure were safe for the lab environment, but the skin of your thigh caught his attention. Something inside of him stirring. He fidgeted with his hands in front of his body.

“So… you were saying?” You spoke. Spencer’s eyes snapped back to your face. You looked up at him with big eyes, a small smile accompanying them. The music was turned down now giving him room to think. Though your eyes still made it difficult to really focus. “Oh, I am Doctor Reid, from the BAU.”  He answered after swallowing for a moment. “Ah! You are here for the clothing analysis, right? Penelope mentioned one of the team would come pick it up. Normally it's her or Derek, though I think Derek has complained about hearing loss.” You whirled around while rambling on, pony tail waving behind as you turned, bounding over to a table with scattered papers. Spencer followed close behind, not focussing on the words rather just the tone of your voice, a slight intrigue towards you. He didn’t even know your first name, yet somehow your mannerisms, your unconventional style, it made him want to know more. “Right.” He said, realizing he hadn’t technically answered your questions. 

Spencer looked over your shoulder as you picked up a stack of papers neatly stapled together. He thought he might be a bit too close as he could smell the subtle perfume wafting off of you. Though he also strangely enjoyed it. It was sweet but not overly so. A hint of cherry that was fitting in his eyes. The color of the fruit matching that of your lipstick. As you looked over the paper and began to talk again, “So, the substance that was on the clothes seems to be turpentine. Commonly used in oil painting. The vapors can already cause irritation to the eyes, skin, and airways if exposed to them for longer periods of time.” you rambled off the words as you read them. “There were some other things found on the clothes that coincide with the oil painting. Different pigments and paint residue.” You turned, eyes still on the paper nearly bumping into Spencer as he had been standing so close. When you looked up at him surprised he could feel a tightening in his chest. “Oops, sorry.” You apologized, a small smile on your lips.

You apologized to him while he was the one in your way. “Oh it was my fault. Shouldn’t have stood so close. Sorry.” He muttered. The words falling from his lips unceremoniously. He felt like half of his intelligence had up and left his brain as he talked to you. Not really knowing what to say at that moment. His hands fidgeted at his sides again. His left hand playing with the hem of his cardigan sleeve. He cursed himself internally for being reduced to a stumbling mess in front of you. You kept standing there though. Clearly you had turned around to go somewhere and Spencer had been in your way. Yet he was nailed in place and so, it seemed to him, were you. “Did you know they used to make oil paints with human remains?” You spoke excitedly. Like you had been waiting to tell someone, anyone, that little fact. He knew that. He knew that for a long time yet seeing you, tell him a fact with such delight, made him want to lie. “Now I do.” He answered, his smile matching yours.

“It was called mummy brown. They ground up mummies, both human and animal, and put it in the paint.” You continued. Your voice trailing off slightly after the word animal. You held up the stack of papers to him. “Everything you need is in there. If you need me to clarify something just give me a call. Or stop by whenever you want.” Spencer nods after your sentence. Taking the papers from you his hand touched yours ever so slightly. His brain short circuited for a moment before the neurons started firing accordingly again. “I eh- I don’t have your number.” he stumbled over the words.

As if you realized that in that moment you took a step aside and walked past him. Walking over to a desk and rummaging through a drawer. Spencer walked a bit closer to your desk. No longer being nailed in place by some unspeakable force. You pulled out a thin sharpie, and Spencer raised a brow ever so slightly at that. You walked back over, holding out your hand to grasp his. Spencer placed his hand in yours. His mouth felt incredibly dry for a moment. His tongue was uncomfortable in his mouth. His heartbeat raced faster. Nothing like he had ever really felt before. You could have done it on the papers, or maybe even a sticky note. Yet you decided that his hand would be the perfect place to write down your number. He thought about it for a moment, your hand was soft and warm. You twisted his hand, writing down your phone number along with your name. Once you finished you let go off his hand. Spencer looked at the black numbers, committing them to memory, and your name. God your name would be bouncing around his head for days. “Y/N.” He said, testing the name. It felt right.

“That’s me, you better put that in your phone. These markers are not nearly as permanent on skin. It’s the oils.” You went on, capping the marker as you spoke. “I will. Thank you.” Spencer said and smiled. He stayed standing in place for another moment. Trying to commit you to memory just in case his eidetic memory failed him. He realized he was staring a little and cleared his throat. “I eh… I have to go.” pointing his thumb to the door. You giggled a little, a sound that made Spencer’s cheek heat up a little. “Right, pretty boy, head on out. I need to get back to work too.” You smiled casually. Spencer’s face was only heating up more. He swallowed. The nickname the others used for him sounded so much better when it came from you. He turned around to hide his ever heating face from your sight, walking over to the door quickly. Once in the opening he quickly looked back, giving an awkward wave that you returned with a smile. 

When Spencer entered the bullpen his face had calmed down a little. Not feeling nearly as hot as before. He was able to think clearly again, but when he looked at your number and name on his hand he felt giddy inside. Reaching his desk he sat down, placing the analysis file on his desk. “That took you long enough, pretty boy.” Derek called out from his desk, humor in his voice. The nickname had no effect when he said it. “Sorry, the lab tech… she was explaining some things to me.” Spencer quickly lied. “Alright, can I get the file?” Derek had his hand already out. Spencer gave him the file and Derek’s brows raised at the number scribbled on his hand. “You got her number?” He smirked. Spencer pulled his hand back covering the numbers and your name with his other hand. “If something needed more clearing up.” He retorted. Derek merely chuckled at his awkwardness, “She’s friends with Garcia, you wouldn’t have needed her phone number.” He added with a smirk. Spencer felt his face heat up a little again, embarrassed. He knew that. He knew that he had known that. But in that moment he couldn’t think.

He looked back at his hand. Your name on his skin. A little flutter in his chest kicked up when he did. Derek cleared his throat, making Spencer look up again. Derek pointed at him with his pen, before opening his mouth. “You better call her soon.”

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Drawn together - part 3 (Derek Morgan fanfiction)

Hello, it's been a while.

I'm trying to write a bit more, but it's been rough lately. I'm hoping to write more the the next few weeks, so hopefully I'll be able to upload more.

For now, here is part 3 of my Derek Fanfic.

Word count: 4.25K

CW: there is smut. Apart from that, regular CM murders. Let me know if i missed anything

Hope you enjoy

Melony read through the file one more time while the others got settled in their seats on the jet. This was going to be a rough one. They were called in to help on a case in Arizona, where an Unsub had abducted and murdered four boys between the ages of 3 and 5 years old in the span of a month. Always boys with dark brown hair, all Caucasian. Two boys were abducted on the same day, both from a playground they were at with their mother or babysitter, with about 30 minutes between the abductions.

“Let’s get started,” Hotch said once they were up in the air. Everyone gathered together and they set up a connection with Garcia through a laptop, “So, we have four little boys, ages 3-5 dead in Tucson, Arizona.” Hotch started.

“This unsub seems to have a type; they all have similar features and backgrounds.” JJ said, “Are we thinking paedophile?”

“Not very likely,” Spencer flicked through the file to the autopsy reports, “There was no sign of sexual assault. Though, it could be possible the UnSub uses these boys in a different way to satisfy his sexual urges and is still a paedophile. It would be unusual, but not impossible.”

“Either way, we need to stop this guy before he takes and kills more. The police are getting nervous, as it has been a week since the last abductions.” Gideon sighed.

“Why haven’t they called us sooner? Why did they wait a week before contacting us?” Melony asked, “Wouldn’t it have made more sense to call us right away?”

“It would have,” Hotch said, “But unfortunately, I know the person in charge of the investigation, and he is quite proud and arrogant. He probably thought he could solve this case on his own. He can become a nuisance to our investigation.”

They all nodded in understanding.

“Once we land, I want Morgan and Reid to check out the place the last two boys were found. JJ, Pearson, go talk to some of the families. Garcia, see if you can find anything about these families that would make them a target. The rest of us will set up at the station.” Hotch ordered and they got ready to go.

~*~

Melony rang the doorbell of the house Hotch had sent her to.

A young woman opened and let them in when they showed her their IDs.

“Is there anyone you can think of who would want to hurt your son?” JJ asked the young mother once they sat on the couch with a bit to drink. The mother wiped away a few tears and shook her head,

“No. We moved here only a few months ago. We needed a fresh start.”

“Can I ask why you decided to move?” JJ said carefully.

“My, ehm, my ex-husband. He was drinking a lot after Jaime was born. After almost two years of trying to help him, I had had enough. I moved back in with my parents for a while, then we saw this house, and my boss was willing to transfer me here. The divorce isn’t final yet, but close.” The mother explained. She kept moving her teacup around in her hands for warmth, even though the tea had long gotten cold.

“Could it be possible he came to find you?”

She shook her head, “No. He was so deep in his drinking problems that he barely realised we had even left. Last I heard his parents forced him into rehab after he drank himself into the hospital. He can’t leave the facility, let alone the state.”

“How about his family? How did they react to the divorce?” Melony asked.

“Most of them supported me. They weren’t thrilled of course, but they understood and tried to help me where they could. Only his brother told me I was abandoning him in a rough time, that I should have stayed and helped him, I shouldn’t have taken his child away, things like that.”

Melony nodded in understanding and gave JJ a little look. JJ returned in and excused herself before leaving the room to make some calls.

“Did your ex have custody? Or maybe a family member?”

The mom shook her head, “No. I filed for emergency custody and got it. Legally, I had sole custody. I did have an arrangement with his parents where they could visit Jaime and they had him over for a couple of days once every two months. They knew that was a privilege and they would never have allowed my ex or my brother-in-law near him, they knew they could be a threat.” She explained and frowned slightly, “What does this have to do with my son’s killer?”

“We have to look at all the options.” Melony explained, “The more we know about the background of the victims, the more we can establish a profile. If the other families have similar backgrounds, for example, it could tell us something about why the killer went after you, and it could help us find him.”

The mother nodded.

“Is there anything suspicious you noticed before your son was taken? Perhaps someone following you or watching you. Anything at all?” Melony asked. The mom thought about it for a bit, then she looked up at Melony,

“I did notice a man lurking around the playground. I told the police, but they dismissed it at the time. They said I was making things up to process my grief.” She said and looked down for a few seconds, “I know I really saw him. He gave me the creeps at the time, and when he tried to talk to Jaime, I picked him up and left.” She looked back at Melony, desperation in her eyes, “I’m not crazy.” She said, silently begging for Melony to believe her.

“Perhaps he had something to do with it. Can you describe him?” Melony asked and she pulled out her sketchbook and a pencil. The mother nodded, and Melony drew what she described; a tall man with gangly features. A slim, slightly fallen in face, brown eyes and dirty blond hair under a cap. He had some heavy stubble and a slightly crooked nose. Once the woman stopped describing him, Melony showed her the sketch she made, and the woman confirmed that was what he looked like.

Melony thanked her for her time, gave her her card in case she needed anything and wished her the best before she and JJ left the house and went to the next family. Each family had a similar story to tell, a mother had left her husband and moved to Tuscon for a fresh start. Some already lived in the area, some came from a different state. When asked about a man lurking around the playground, all mothers confirmed they also saw someone, and either gave descriptions that lead to the same sketch Melony already made, or straight up confirmed that was the man they saw as well.

~*~

After having visited all the families, they went to the station to tell the others what they found.

Reid had worked on a geographical profile based on where the victims were abducted and where the bodies were found.

“Any luck?” Derek asked Melony when they came in.

“Yes, we have a sketch that all the families recognized, so that is probably worth something. You?”

“There wasn’t much that was useful. There were some signs of remorse, the unsub had put them there gently. And based on the locations and how he must have gotten there, it is probably someone who’s a loner and lives somewhere outside of town.” Derek said and looked over at the board Spencer was working on, “Reid said he wanted to know quite precisely when the kids were abducted so he could establish a more detailed geographical profile. He is now working on possible routes he could have taken between two abductions.”

Melony nodded and walked over to Spencer, “Hey, did you find anything useful?”

Spencer turned to her, “I have. Based on where the kids were abducted and the amount of time between abductions, I have come up with a few possible routes he could have taken to go from one sight to the other,” He explained and pointed out where he drew out possible routes, “The abductions took place around busier times, and with the routes he could have taken it does seem like he was in a hurry, so it could be worth looking into speeding tickets in this area. We are most likely looking for a van or bigger car that wouldn’t stand out to the general public, think muted or dark colours.” He looked at the rest of the team and the cops who had also started listening in, and one of the cops said he would take a look before walking away.

Hotch came to the team and told JJ they would be holding a press conference soon, as the press was bombarding them with questions wherever they went. JJ went to prepare and also took one of Melony’s sketches to show the general public and warn them about.

~*~

Soon after the press conference, calls with tips were coming in by the dozen. A lot of calls were from concerned citizens who wanted to know more about the investigation, who the man in the drawing was and where they could find him. The officers taking the calls did their best to explain the situation to the callers and wade through the useless calls to get to people with actual useful information, but it took a long time.

After a few hours one of the officers went to Melony,

“Hey, are you sure about that sketch?” He asked with a slightly raised brow. Melony frowned,

“Quite sure, yes. Why?” She asked him, now getting a little insecure.

“I got like a dozen calls from people telling me they saw him somewhere, but a number of them said he had a scar.

"Oh? What type of scar?" Melony grabbed a copy of the sketch and a pencil, "did they describe it to you?"

“Yeah,” The officer said, “Most said it was like a claw mark on his right cheek.”

Melony flipped the page her sketch was on to the other side, so she had a blank piece of paper, “Did you write down the names and addresses of the people who gave these tips? I would like to talk to them.”

“A few wanted to remain anonymous, but I do have two who were willing to talk to the police if necessary.” The cop said and gave her the information.

~*~

After talking to the people who gave the tips, and making some new sketches, Melony revisited some of the families of the victims to talk to them a bit more about the man’s appearance, his behaviour and other things they might not have thought about at first.

After hours of talking, sketching, driving, talking, and more sketching she went to the hotel the team was staying at. After the second time she talked to everyone, something felt off. During dinner with the others, she couldn’t focus on the conversations or her food, and she decided to go to bed a bit earlier than usual. Maybe a good night’s sleep would help her take her mind off things and help her take a fresh look in the morning.

She took a hot shower and crawled in bed but couldn’t fall asleep. She kept going over everything in her head and she tried to find out what she was missing.

After hours of tossing and turning, she gave up on sleeping and got up, turned her light on and grabbed her notes and sketches. She looked over her sketches again and thought back to how the unsub was described to her. Something felt off. She wrote down all the things people told her about his appearance.

After she listed everything, she started putting them in different categories. Eyes, mouth, neck, skin. Per what family gave the descriptions, even per person, then one big list with all of them together. She looked it over a couple of times but couldn't figure out what was bugging her.

Then there was a knock on her door.

"Come in" Melony said. The door opened and Derek came in,

"Hey, i noticed your light was still on. Can't sleep?" He asked and closed the door behind him, then walked towards her.

"Not really. I don't know what, but something is bugging me about the description. I have looked it over a bunch of times, i have redrawn sketches, but it just doesn't feel right." Melony looked down at her list and her sketches.

“What’s wrong?” Derek asked and he sat down next to her on the bed. He looked down at all the papers Melony had laid out on the bed, trying to see where her mind was at.

“I don’t know for sure. Something just feels off. Things people have described to me don’t really match, but they aren’t really opposites either.” Melony said and held her face in her hands, “I want to take a fresh look in the morning, but I just can’t get myself to stop working on this.”

"Can i help with anything?" Derek asked. He took another look at the papers she had laid out but couldn't find anything useful to say. He noticed what she mentioned when he took a look at the lists, but like her, he couldn’t find the missing piece.

"I don't know. I know I should probably just sleep on it, have a look in the morning when I'm more rested, but I just can’t." Melony rubbed her face slightly before putting all the papers in her sketchbook and putting it on her nightstand.

"Perhaps. Do you need a distraction?" Derek asked with a little grin and rubbed her arm softly, “I think I can help you with that.” Melony smiled a little bit,

"So you came here with an ulterior motive?" She asked teasingly

"Maybe, sort of. I went for a walk to try and clear my head. It didn't help. I also feel like something's off, like we are missing something. When I walked back to my room, I noticed your lights were still on, so I thought maybe a different kind of distraction could work." Derek said and grinned at her.

"You are the worst" Melony teased him,

"Oh, I know." Derek said before pulling her into a kiss. Melony wrapped her arms him and held him close. Derek pulled her close, slightly picked her up and lay her down on the bed so he could lay on top of her. Melony grinned at him,

“I like it when you take control like that.” She said softly, and Derek grinned,

“Oh, do you want me to take controle?” He asked and he grabbed both her hands, then pinned them above her head, “Like this?” He said and kissed down her neck. Melony let out a soft pleasured sound alongside an ‘uh-huh’ before she wrapped her legs around his waist. Derek moved his lips back to hers and kissed her deeply before pulling back and looking at her face. He felt himself getting more turned on when she saw the lustful look in her eyes, and he leaned down to place a soft kiss just below her ear.

“I would love to draw this out,” He groaned, “But we should probably not risk getting caught.”

“I agree. I would rather have you take me quickly, than have you take your time only to get caught.”

Derek kissed her again and let go of her hands, which she wrapped around his neck almost instantly. Derek deepened the kiss and moved a hand down her sides to the hem of her shirt,

"Did you wear this for easy access?" He asked lowly, commenting on her only wearing a tank top and panties. Melony just gave him a grin and kissed him again. Derek pulled up her shirt slightly, then moved his hand back down her body to her panties, he moved the fabric to the side and started to rub her clit. Melony bit her lip to keep herself from moaning out. She moved a hand down his body to his pants. She pushed both his pyjama pants and his underwear down enough to pull out his cock and she started rubbing him up and down. Derek let out a pleasured sigh and softly groaned as she moved her hand. He moved his hand further between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her,

"You are already so wet for me, baby." He softly said in her ear, to which she only replied with a soft moan. He kissed her right below her ear and worked his way down her neck, but Melony stopped him,

"Don't bother. I want you. We don't have much time." She said. She was right, this wasn't the time to take things slow. Derek just got caught up in the moment and wanted to make her feel good.

Derek shortly pulled back so he could put on some protection, but he was back on her in moments. He moved in between her legs and rubbed her a little more as he positioned himself,

"Hhmm, I love feeling how wet you are for me, baby." Derek commented. He used some of her juices to coat his cock before he pushed the tip into her. They both let out a moan, but did their best to not make too much noise. The walls were fairly thin, and they didn't want anyone to hear them. Derek pushed in further and Melony wrapped her legs around him. As he started thrusting into her, both of them had trouble holding back their moans. Melony pulled him into a kiss, hoping that moaning against each other would help with staying as quiet as possible. Derek moved one hand under her shirt to her breast. He found her nipple and pinched it between his fingers. Melony bit her lip and let out a little high-pitched squeal in her attempt to stay quiet. Derek grinned and thrusted faster and a bit harder. Hearing her moans so close to his ears and feeling her moan against his lips got him closer to the edge fairly quickly. Melony roamed her hands across his body. She slightly pulled up his shirt to feel his abs tense and relax as he thrusted into her. She spread her legs as wide as she could to make it easier for him to push in deeper, and each time he did she let out another moan. She felt the knot inside her tighten with each movement, and she kissed him to silence her moans as she got close,

"Derek," she moaned softly against his lips

"Me too, baby" Derek groaned and with a few more thrusts he pushed into her as he climaxed. Melony pulled him closer by his waist as she climaxed at the same time. Derek thrusted a few more times to help her ride out her orgasm, and he grinned as he felt her move her hips with his to help him too. When he pulled out, they both let out a moan, missing each other already. Derek kissed her deeply, and Melony wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

~*~

"Mind cleared?" Melony asked as they cuddled in bed after cleaning up.

"Yeah, it helped a lot. Thanks, baby."

Melony smiled at him, "happy to help."

"How about you?"

"It did help to get distracted, but now that i have time to think again, it is coming back." Melony said with a little sigh.

"Can you show me what your’re struggling with? Maybe I can help enough so you can sleep." Derek said and he sat up. Melony followed his lead and she grabbed her book. She pulled out her lists and sketches and laid them out,

"Something doesn't make sense. I wrote down exactly what people described to me. I make one big list, i made lists per person we interviewed, i did it per feature. I made drawings based on everything these people told me. Some things just aren't adding up." Melony said, getting a little frustrated when she looked at the amount of paper she used and saw the amount of time that had gone into this.

Derek grabbed some of the lists and looked them over.

"It does sound like they didn't get a good look at him," he said when he read through a few lists, "a lot of the things they describe sound similar, but then there are some details that are off."

"Exactly. I guess they didn't get as good a look as they thought," Melony rubbed her face a bit, trying to stay awake.

"I mean, dirty blond of brown hair could be mixed up. But how could one guy both have a scar, and not have one. Some of them must be misremembering." Derek said with a little sigh.

"Wait.... what did you say?" Melony asked as she started piecing some things together,

"They must have misremembered things"

"No, before that."

"How can one guy have a scar and not have one?" Derek said. Melony looked at him and her eyes went big,

"There's two of them," She said softly. Derek thought it over,

"You're right," He said once it clicked for him too.

"Based on the timelines that we have, two kids are always picked up shortly after one another. With traffic and everything considered, we said it was possible for the unsub to do this. But he would have to be very quick." Melony said,

"Which wouldn't fit the profile,” Derek continued her thought process, “This guy hangs around playgrounds for hours. Why would he take his time with one kid, then rush to a different spot to quickly snatch another? It makes no sense," Derek continued, "Unless there is two of them. That would give them both time to hang around and pick a target."

"They probably planned it like this, leave some time in between so it would look like only one person did it. But how do they both use the same van?"

"They just have one person pick the other up, or even just the kid. That way one person takes the children-"

"And they have one person out and about where we can see him on cameras so he can give them an alibi." Melony smiled, "we need to tell Hotch."

"It's 3 am"

"I know, but this can't wait till morning." Melony said firmly, "People are off, they are going to bring their kids to playgrounds. If we get one unsub, we fall right into their trap if we let our guard down. They want us to think there is one. If one is caught, the other will just change his MO a bit and continue somewhere else. We need to catch both of them."

Derek sighed, "You're right. Let's go."

They got out of bed and quickly put on some more clothes. Melony grabbed her lists and sketches and they walked to Hotchner's room. Derek knocked on the door. There was no answer for a bit, so he knocked a little louder.

The door flung open, and a sleepy yet annoyed Hotch looked at them,

"This better be important."

"There's two UnSubs." Melony said. Hotch looked at her, quite confused and very sleepy,

"What?"

"The descriptions didn't make sense. Some described features others were adamant weren't there." Melony started to explain, "And the second kid was always abducted very soon after the first one. It is possible for one person to do so, but it doesn't fit the profile of someone who hangs around the playground for hours."

"But then," Hotch yawned, "then how do they do it with one car?"

"The first could pick the second up. Or they use two vans with the same plates." Derek said.

"So, you think they have similar enough features to trick people into thinking there is only one person doing this?"

"Yes. Some families said the UnSub has a scar. It is probably small enough for us to either dismiss those who have seen it as it being made up, or dismiss those who haven't seen it as not having seen enough of the face." Melony said.

"So they must be brothers"

"Yes, perhaps twins"

Hotch rubbed his face as he thought about what to do, slowly waking up a bit,

"Alright. That would make sense with the profile. We established he is a loner, but working with your brother or twin could still work with that. Ehm," Hotch yawned again, "send Garcia your findings and let her send us a list of brothers, preferably twins, that live around here to us first thing in the morning. I will notify the others then as well. We will discuss a further strategy in the morning. Get some sleep." He said. He closed the door, but then opened it up shortly and mumbled a sleepy "good work" towards them before closing the door again and going back to bed.

Melony smiled a bit at Derek,

"That went better than I expected." She said and they made their way down the hall towards their own rooms.

"Yeah. But Hotch is right, we need to get some sleep."

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning" Melony said, looked around to see if there was anyone around, then gave him a quick kiss,

"Good night" she said and went into her room.

[lithiag]

Green green dress || [Spencer Reid x F!Reader] Pt.2

A/N: Enjoy the longest chapter I have written thus far. I didn’t want to split it up into two parts but this is a long one as you can tell by the word count. I personally love it though, I am so happy with how it turned out and I hope everyone enjoys it. If you do please like and reblog to share. 

Read pt.1 here

Tags: Spencer is a munch, this is just smut, plot what plot?, shameless behavior, that boy is whipped, p in v, unprotected p in v.

Wordcount: 3.8K (are we ready to rumble?)

Dinner at David’s had gone over really well, the food was delicious as usual. Pork with lentils, he had explained it as an Italian tradition to ring in good fortune for the new year. You had sat next to Spencer, who so graciously had pulled out your chair for you to sit. Dinner was served and you chatted away the night, interrupted with bites of the wonderful food and sips from the red wine that paired beautifully with everything on the table. You had been in an interesting conversation with JJ who had sat across from you, Will by her side, when you felt a hand on your lower thigh. Slowly slipping up the side slit, under your dress. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over towards Spencer, who was innocently conversing with Aaron. Quickly clearing your throat, trying to remain calm as you felt him graze his fingernails over your nylon stockings, closer and closer to the upper edge. Further up your dress than you would have deemed proper in any situation, especially with your colleagues around. Looking back to JJ, trying to continue your conversation like before. A flush dared its way onto your neck as Spencer started to trail his hand up and down your inner thigh languidly. His hand meeting where your stocking ended and your skin started. His finger hooking under the edge as he grazed the circumference.  

Quickly, your lips found the wine glass, taking a swig of the red wine to hopefully relieve some of the heat starting to swirl its way throughout your body. Your left hand traveled under the table and placed it over Spencer’s to halt his movements. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, but rather pause it until the both of you got home. Instead of stopping he flattened his hand against your skin, his light touches turning to a squeeze of your thigh. You bit your tongue, not wanting to give anything away in case the other profilers at the table noticed what was going on. Your hand squeezed Spencer’s, causing him to finally interrupt his conversation with Aaron to look at you. You met his eyes, a warning look directed his way. “Are you feeling alright? You look kind of flushed.” Spencer stated, you could see a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. “I think I just need some fresh air.” You stated as you scooted your chair back to stand up. Spencer let go of your thigh, hand quickly falling to his side. You got up, readjusting your dress as you excused yourself from your colleagues. “Let me get you a glass of water.” Spencer got up himself, heading to the kitchen as you walked to the patio. You didn’t need a glass of water, but you didn’t object to him. You knew, when you were together on the patio you could tell him off. 

Stepping outside was nice, the air was cool on your skin and wind ruffled your hair. Taking a deep breath did feel nice in the chilly air. The patio door slipped open and closed behind you, signaling Spencer had come to give you your glass of water. You turned to face him. He was holding a small glass, not holding it out to you but just kept it to himself. “Spencer. You can’t do that when we’re with our friends. If they saw, we would never hear the end of it.” You scolded slightly. He had been incredibly touchy all evening and Derek had made a comment already about how much PDA Spencer had been showing. He liked to tease your boyfriend about how whipped he was for you. Spencer wasn’t really helping his case this evening. “They already do. Besides, you are looking absolutely stunning and it’s taking way too long for us to get home. Dinner ended half an hour ago.” Spencer objected as he took a step closer to you. He set the glass of water on the side table that stood out on the patio. Freeing both his hands to grasp your hips and pulling you closer.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you were pulled against him suddenly. “Spencer, we can’t just leave straight after dinner. It would have been rude.” You explain, trying not to get lost in his touch. His hands wandered from your hips to your ass, grasping through the velvet to mold you to his body. “It’s rude that you walk around in this… dress.” He sounded almost frustrated as he spoke. Putting extra emphasis on the word dress. “You expect me to act normal when all I have been able to think about is you. How good you look, how sexy you look. When Derek looked at you all I could think about was how much I want to keep you all to myself.” He rambles off. It hit you then and there just how desperate Spencer was, the effect the dress had on him, the effect you had on him. You opened your mouth, wanting to speak but being cut off by Spencer for the second time that evening. His lips molding to yours, tongue invading in moments to press against yours. You reciprocated his kiss enjoying the taste of his lips mixed with the remnants of dessert from before. 

After a few seconds you pulled away, catching your breath for a moment. Spencer didn’t let up, kissing down your neck like it was his one purpose. “Spencer, please just, let me think for a moment.” You pleaded as he continued his onslaught. His lips on your skin were always intoxicating. He had memorized all the spots that made you weak in the knees. “Just, come home with me.” He muttered against your skin as his lips moved up to your ear. His left hand cradled the back of your head as he sucked the skin where your jaw ended. His cologne wafted up, enveloping your senses, clouding your mind even further. “Alright, alright.” You held back a moan as he sucked a bruise into your skin. You felt his lips curl into a smile, his feelings of triumph clear. He pulled away from your neck, pressing his lips to yours again, softer this time. His eyes filled with a puppy like joy as he seemed to get excited to leave. “We should at least say goodbye. Make up a lie that you’re not feeling well.” Spencer started, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside. 

Your entrance to the dining room was quick, Spencer already walking along to grab your jackets as you explained you weren’t feeling well. Assuring David that it wasn’t his cooking. Lying that you felt sick before coming and it had been the reason you had arrived late. Penelope had a certain look of concern, wishing you a speedy recovery and to feel better soon. JJ on the other hand, had a sly smirk on her lips as she caught on to the real reason you were leaving. Spencer returned, helping you into your jacket and ushering you out the door with a final goodbye to the team. Well wishes were called out as you left. The car ride to Spencer’s apartment was quiet mostly. Spencer had his hand on your thigh whenever he could. Once at the apartment building he had his arm around you the entire walk up. Already trying to slip off your jacket before even reaching the front door. You tried to shakily insert the key into the lock, twisting it open before nearly falling into the entrance way. Spencer had you pressed up against the wall before  you were able to turn the lights on. His hands were everywhere, as if they had been itching to touch you all evening. Like he hadn’t done so already. Your hands moved to his shoulders, forcing the jacket off his frame as he mimicked your actions. The articles hit the floor with a soft rustle 

His hand slipped under the slit of your dress, reaching up to grab everywhere he couldn’t touch before. Smooth hands trailing up your thighs, fingers hooking under your garter belt, unclipping them from your stockings. His hand pushed into your stocking, you could hear the delicate nylon rip, thanking your past self for getting a cheap pair. Your hands were in Spencer’s hair, cupping his head and pulling his face towards yours. Mouth finding his in a heated kiss. The soft curls slipping between your fingers. Spencer moved both hands to right under the swell of your ass, pulling you up until he lifted you off the ground. You got the memo, wrapping your legs around him to allow him to carry you away from the wall to wherever he wanted you. 

You were able to kick off your heels as Spencer walked you to the couch. The thud of your shoes hitting the ground sounds throughout the room. Your lips wandered from his, peppering his jaw with open mouthed kisses. A nibble here and there to tease. He groaned softly, from the back of his throat, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Gently, he lowered you onto the couch, sitting on his knees as he placed you on the edge. He looked at you, big brown eyes never leaving yours. Filled with such devotion and admiration. His lips were parted, beautifully pink as he breathed softly but labored. Pushing the velvet of your dress up until it piled up around your waist, exposing matching emerald lace panties and a garter belt. The straps that kept your stockings in place hanging down to the sides uselessly. His hands started at the edge of your panties. Slowly, gingerly, moving down and sliding the stockings down your legs with his movements. Goosebumps trailing behind his touch. 

Once the nylon piled on the floor Spencer’s hands moved up again. Up the back of your calves, to the sides of your thighs before he got to your hips. Your dress fell down slightly, covering the top edge of your panties back up. Though not for long. Although Spencer seemed to want to keep the dress on for as long as possible it seemed to be in his way. His hands pushed up the dress further as he simultaneously pushed you to lean back into the couch. Hips still teetering on the edge of the couch but at least this way the dress wouldn’t be in his way. “God, you look so beautiful. So perfect.” Spencer whispered as he leaned closer to you. His hands moving back down to your hips and starting to slowly pull down your panties. Exposing your already wet pussy to the slightly cool air. He kissed you, your hands moving to cup his face and hold him close. You didn’t want to break the kiss, needing him close and wanting to keep tasting him. “I need you Spencer.” You whimpered against his lips. Your legs wrapping around him absentmindedly. Like they were supposed to be there. 

“You said you’ll do anything I want.” Spencer pulled away from the kiss, eyes meeting yours, quoting your words back to you. “I did.” You reply, nodding your head ever so slightly. “I want you to lay still and be pretty for me. I want you to enjoy everything I will be doing to you. I want to hear you, every little noise of pleasure.” Spencer whispered, his eyes full of need. God you could drown in those eyes. You nodded your head again. The atmosphere was different from other times. It felt more charged, more electric. Spencer smiled, his hands made quick work of adjusting your position. Placing your legs over his shoulders, arms wrapping around so his hands lay on your pubic bone, right above the trimmed hair.

The position caused him to be face to face with your exposed pussy. He blew softly on your clit, the air causing a gentle shiver to move through your body. There was a certain extra sensitivity to you. Spencer’s eyes landed on the glistening wetness forming on your folds. You watched him lick his lips as he took a deep breath through his nose before he moved down. Starting at your pubic bone he slowly kissed downward. You moved slightly, urging him to give you some of the relief you needed. The heat in your body was growing, the want only increasing. Spencer let out a soft chuckle, it sent some vibrations through your skin but was nowhere near where you wanted it to be. “Spencer, stop teasing.” Your voice sounded whiney, desperate even. “How can I say no to you?” Spencer answered seconds before his tongue trailed a languid stripe up your pussy. A moan breached your lips as you finally had some friction applied to your sensitive clit.

Spurred on by the sounds you were making Spencer wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves interchangeably. He was doing anything in his power to elicit sounds from you. Your hand traveled to his hair, grasping at the soft strands to keep him going. Softly pulling at it to urge him to continue. Your tugs at his hair caused a groan to be pulled from him, sending vibrations through your pussy only heightening your pleasure. "F-fuck, Spence. Feels so good.” You moaned, moving your hips to meet him and feel more of the delicious pleasure.

Spencer watched you intently as he continued to go down, one of his hands leaving your pelvic bone to trail down. You felt his finger part your folds, gathering some of the combined slickness of his saliva and your juices. He inserted it easily, your arousal making it effortless. He curled his finger inside, hitting that spongy spot that sent shivers throughout you. Wanton moans and praises fell from your lips as you felt your climax build. Spencer added another finger unexpectedly. You pulled his hair in response, unable to form words but needing to show just how close you were. “Come for me, I want to taste all of it.” Spencer pulled away for a moment to speak those words before he continued his onslaught on your clit. The combined efforts of his hand and mouth finally pushing you over the edge. 

The orgasm hit you like a wave, noises stuck in your throat as you felt your walls clench around Spencer’s fingers. Your hips bucked almost involuntarily and your thighs tightened around his head. Holding him in place as you rode out your orgasm. When finally the pleasure subsided you were left a panting mess. A muscle in your leg twitching ever so slightly leaving it shaking. You let go of Spencer, who sat up straighter and looked you over in your disheveled state. His hair was a mess, his lips and chin still covered in your juices shone in the dim light of the room. You watched him lick his lips. He seemed satisfied with his work though not satisfied sexually. That hunger still lingered in his eyes.

Your eyes glanced downward. The bulge straining in his pants looked uncomfortable, all that pressure couldn’t be doing anything good for him. Spencer, apparently noticing your look, smirked. “Already wanting more?” He teased his hands finding their way back to your waist. He moved you so you could feel his hard-on against your still sensitive pussy. A soft whimper escaped your lips as he ground his hips into you. The seam of his pants, rough against you, was just too much. The emptiness inside you begged to be filled by him. “Take ‘em off. I want to feel you.” you pleaded, putting on the best puppy eyes you could muster in your post bliss state. Spencer grinned softly, leaning in closer. His lips barely ghosting over yours. “You know I can't say no to you. Especially when you look like this.” He whispered before kissing you once, twice before he sat up straighter again. His hands left your hips and you could hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. Another rush of excitement flowed through your body. You already knew Spencer would do anything you asked, if you asked nicely, but to hear him say it was a whole nother thing. He couldn’t resist you. Like you were his own personal vice he did not even try to resist. 

His hands were fast, trying to get himself out of his pants. Your eyes followed his hand as he gave himself a few strokes as he finally released his erection from his pants. The groan that tumbled from his lips was pornographic. You could see the relief on his face at finally being freed from its confines. Your hand reached out to his tie, grabbing it and gently pulling him forward by it. Giving him a nudge in the right direction, if you will. You felt the tip push against your wet entrance, already wanting and waiting for him. Spencer used his hand to guide his cock into your waiting pussy, slowly pushing in, making sure you felt every inch going inside of you. It was torturous pleasure the way he was sinking in so slow. When he fully pushed inside you Spencer groaned again, from the back of his throat, it was needy and lust filled. He stayed still for a second. Basking in the feeling of you around him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, your walls clenching around him.

“I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you in this dress. All evening. I've only been thinking of this.” He said, letting his hand wander up your dress until it reached your breasts. Massaging your left breast through the soft fabric. You practically mewled at his touch. He dipped his head down, placing a kiss on your sternum, between the hills of your chest. Before he started to gently suck on the skin, creating a small bruise only meant for his eyes. He looked at you, at your dress that had ridden up to your waist, your disheveled hair, at the dark red mark he'd sucked into your chest, just how perfect you looked for him. 

When he started to move it took you by surprise. From the way he had pushed in and taken the time to look you over like you were his world. You somewhat expected him to take it slower than usual. Spencer did pull back slowly, but when he snapped his hips forward with speed and accuracy it made you gasp out in surprise. He hit that spot inside of you that sent ripples of pleasure throughout your body. “Oh, fuck. Spence.” You cried out as Spencer repeatedly thrust into you. Your grasp on his tie tightening as he pounded into you with vigor. Each thrust punctuated with the sound of skin hitting each other. Your lips parted to allow each whine and moan to pass. You knew the thing Spencer loved most was hearing your sounds of pleasure. His name passes your lips in breathless pants.

His rhythm was merciless. Spencer’s left arm wrapping around to pull you closer against him, his hand slipping under the fabric to touch your skin. The layers of bunched up clothing were hot. And even though you would rather take it off it seemed that Spencer was enjoying it to its fullest. His ragged breaths and groans indicate just the extent of his enjoyment. Whispered praises of “you feel so good.” and “so beautiful.” were heard between his groans though you were far enough to not be able to respond to his admirations. Especially when he moved his right hand to your pelvis. Thumb starting to rub your clit in figure eights. Adding pressure and stimulation that was bordering on overwhelming. He was fucking you like a man starved. Every time he hits that right spot inside of you causing white to flash before your eyes. He pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You let go of his tie, lacing your hands together behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Or more like needing to moan into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed every noise, his tongue slipping against yours drawing out more. 

You started moving your hips, meeting each of his thrusts as you got closer and closer. Using your legs anchored behind his back to draw him deeper with each thrust. Feeling that familiar knot in your lower stomach grow and tighten you knew it wouldn’t be long. And Spencer picked up on it immediately. “You're going to cum for me again, aren’t you?” He breathed, a satisfied smile on his face. He was awfully eloquent for a man who you knew was also bordering on hitting his climax. You knew by the way his dick was twitching inside of you, the way his rhythm would falter every few thrusts, the hoarseness in his voice, you knew exactly how to tell he was close. “‘M so close.” You managed to moan against his lips, tightening your arms around him. “I know, cum for me.” Spencer said as his pace didn’t let up. His thumb continued to rub your clit, speeding up ever so slightly. It sent you over the edge. Stars flashing before your eyes as the familiar waves of pleasure overtook you for the second time that night. White, hot pleasure. You couldn’t contain the loud moan that pushed through you, almost like a yell with its intensity.

He fucked you through it. Though his rhythm failed with your walls clenching around him so tightly. His hand left your clit in lieu of holding you tighter, fucking just to get himself off. He bowed down, his head in the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered to a slower halt. He groaned against your skin, sending vibrations through your skin as you felt the spurts of his spunk coat your insides. It was so hot. So incredibly full. With a few lazy thrusts he eventually pulled out, you could feel the slow drip of his cum falling out of you onto the leather couch but didn’t register it. Your eyes were focused on Spencer as he slowly sat up, heavy breaths as he raked his hands through his hair. Coming down from his high like you were. He looked so beautiful in the afterglow. 

“I’m sorry, I made a mess.” He apologized as he looked you over. Eyes landing on your pussy overflowing with his cum. “You better clean it up then.” You answered, slowly sitting up with heavy limbs. “We’ll have to get you out of the dress.” He said with a slight hesitance. Like he did not want to see you in anything else ever again. 

“Don’t worry. I think I will wear this dress more often.” You winked.

[lithiag]

Green green dress || [Spencer Reid x F!Reader] Pt.1

A/N: watched tick tick boom again and this song has been stuck on repeat in my mind so please enjoy the ramblings of a woman possessed. 

Tags: Established relationship, female reader, no y/n, fluff, mentions of smut? more like alluding to smut, BAU reader, tick tick boom reference. MDNI.

Wordcount: 1.4K

Your hands smoothed over the non existent wrinkles of your dress. Dark, emerald green and velvet. It hugged every curve of your body just right, complimenting your natural shape so well. Emily, JJ, and Penelope had convinced you to buy it on one of the few girls days you had together. One where dress shopping was necessary for your evening out in a bar. It had been a risky pick, different from your usual attire and the plunging neckline was something you hadn’t dared to wear before. It was just a bit too out there to be worn casually, so it had hung in your closet, waiting for the perfect opportunity to wear it.

What better opportunity than an end of year party at the Rossi house hold? Where the Christmas lights would still be up, creating the perfect ambiance with the soft music that carried throughout the house. The decadent food, expensive wine, and the perfect atmosphere. With Spencer as your date you were more than excited for the evening. 

You picked up the dark plum lipstick that sat on the vanity with your other makeup, applying a quick swipe to your lips and pressing them together. “Are you almost ready?” Spencer called from down the hall. You could hear his footsteps move closer to your shared bedroom in his apartment. He’d given you the space to get ready while he sat and read one of his many books. “Almost, love.” You called back, placing the lipstick back down and fussing with your hair a bit. Trying to get it to fall just right. Perfectly effortless wasn’t as effortless as you had hoped. The door creaked open, Spencer walking in and stopping in his tracks in the door opening. 

You turned your head, looking at Spencer who stood frozen in place, hands stilled as he had been fixing his tie. His eyes focussed on you, almost entranced as he took you in. “Spence?” You asked, wondering if you had perhaps gone too out there. Like you had overdressed for some reason. You didn’t think you had. Now, a bit unsure of yourself, you got out of your chair, walking a bit closer. “Wow…” Spencer breathed out. Relief washed over you. “You had me worried for a second.” You admitted, a nervous smile playing on your lips. “Worried? You look stunning. I think you literally took my breath away just now.” Spencer rambled as he finally found his voice again. Eyes lingering on your body, taking you in as you move closer to him. His hands reach out, pulling you towards him by the waist. “I thought I overdressed.” You added, hands landing on his chest and smoothing over his suit jacket until you laced your fingers behind his neck. The hairs in his nape brushing against your skin. 

Spencer seemed to think for a moment, “Maybe you did, I think we should just stay home. It would be embarrassing to outshine everyone.” He stated, pulling your body against his. Seemingly completely enthralled by your look. A small laugh escaped you. The underlying motive to his words was clear enough. He’d rather forgo the party if it meant he could be the one taking off your dress right now. “Oh no, I did not take all that time to get ready to not be seen.” You scolded gently, playfully even. “I see you.” Spencer quickly retorted. He leaned in, quickly capturing your lips with his own to stifle any protest you would throw at him. You melted into the kiss, tightening your hands to hold Spencer closer. His hands tightened in the fabric of your dress, causing it to rise slightly exposing more of your stockings. 

You pulled away slightly from the kiss, hands moving down to cover Spencer’s. “We’re going to be late.” You whispered, lips ghosting over his lips. He breathed out through his nose, his grip loosening on your dress. “Let's be late for once.” He whispered. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked at you. You trailed your right hand up his arm, to finally reach his face, gently swiping your thumb over his lips to remove the lipstick you had left behind. His lips parted slightly, almost involuntarily before he kissed the pad of your thumb. His eyes are big, looking at you pleadingly. “Please?” he said. It was hard to say no to him, especially when he sounded so sweet. You’d give him anything he wanted if you could.

“I’ll do anything you want when we come home. We can’t miss this one, everyone will be there.” You said, not wanting to give in to his every whim. It was going to be a special evening after all. You didn’t want to miss it. You didn’t want to miss Rossi’s cooking if you were really honest. “Anything?” Spencer raised his brows slightly, you knew there were millions of things running through his head at that moment. “Anything.” You repeated with a grin. He released your dress, seemingly content with your promise of anything he’d desire, just later in the evening.

You quickly leaned up, pecking his lips in a quick kiss. Leaving another dusting of plum lipstick on his lips. “Let’s go, before we’re too late.” you added, turning away from Spencer and leaving the bedroom. His footsteps followed you to the front door, where your heels had been parked and waiting for you. Quickly sliding them on with practiced ease. Spencer held out your coat, ready to slide it on for you like he often does. “I still think we should stay home.” Spencer commented as you moved your arms into the jacket sleeves. He pulled it over your shoulders as you laughed in response to his comment. “We’ll stay home all day tomorrow too. So please, let’s have this dinner.” You said as you took his hand, lacing your fingers together, leading him out the front door and to his car. 

Arriving at David’s house went smoothly, you were a bit later than you hoped and saw the multitude of cars already parked in the driveway to the house. Lights lined either way of the walkway up to the house where the deck was lit up with twice as many lights as usual. The smell of pork and greens wafted from the house signaling dinner was being made. You walked up with Spencer, his hand on the small of your back as he guided you to the front door. Before you could even knock the door swung open with David in the opening, welcoming and ushering you inside. “Sorry we’re late.” You apologized, it was only 10 minutes after the agreed upon time but you still felt slightly bad. “Don’t sweat it, I’m sure you had to take some time to get ready. Would you like something to drink?” David immediately offered, guiding you to the living room after you hung your coats away.

Spencer’s hand was back on your waist, holding you closer to him as you walked. It was different. Yes he was often quite touchy with you but this was an unusual amount of affection. The chatter from your colleagues came from the living room, the lights were dimmed to enhance the cozy atmosphere. The two of you entered the room, the warmth inside put a blush on your face. “Finally you’re here!” Penelope exclaimed from her spot next to Derek, getting up and pulling you in for a hug. “You say it like we made you wait an hour.” Spencer chuckled before greeting the others. “It felt like it.” Penelope chided before she finally let you go. “Look at you, in the dress and everything! Gorgeous!" She complimented and took a step back. “You too, Pen. Gorgeous like always.” you smiled as you looked at the quintessential Penelope outfit but dialed up to 11.

David handed you a glass of red wine while informing everyone of how long the wait would be for dinner to be served. Pulled along with Penelope she seated you between her and Emily. Spencer sitting next to Derek, just out of reach from where you’d rather have him. You caught his look at you, the way his eyes flicked down to your legs as you sat down, dress riding up ever so slightly.

For someone surrounded by profilers he really didn’t try to hide what he was thinking about.

End note: I am working on pt.2 and is already over the length of pt.1 and I haven't even gotten to the good part yet. send help.

[lithiag]

Meeting the family (Derek Morgan x gn!reader)

I had this idea the other day, and I wanted to write it out because i thought it was funny and kind of cute.

Just a short, little fluff story

Premise: Derek meets your family in a not too conventional way.

Cw: derek is kind of horny, so mentions of sex i guess.

Hope you enjoy.

Derek woke up and smiled slightly when he saw you were still in his arms, and your head was resting on his chest. You were still sleeping, sometimes making soft noises, which brought a bigger smile to his face. You just got together about a week ago, and ever since you told him about your feelings for him, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. He constantly wanted to hold your hand, wrap his arms around you, kiss you, and he loved taking you to the bedroom to show you just how much he loved you. Even though it had only been a week, it felt like you had been together for years. He always knew just what to say to cheer you up, and he very quickly learned what you enjoyed physically.

Looking down at your sleeping frame, he brought a hand up and softly stroke you hair, before he placed a soft kiss on top of your head. You slightly moved, and your eyes fluttered open,

"Morning." You said sleepily.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Derek smiled at you, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"S'fine, wha time is't?" You asked, and you slightly raised your head from his chest and attempted to look around the room to find a clock, but your sleepy vision didn't help you find one. Derek grabbed his phone from the nightstand on his side of the bed,

"It's almost 10." He said, and you lay your head back down on his chest with a soft groan,

"I don't wanna get up yet." You whined and snuggled closer against your boyfriend, enjoying the warmth that radiated of his body. Derek chuckled and pulled you close,

"Do you want to sleep more?"

You nodded,

"Is there any way I can change your mind?" Derek asked, and his lips started to curl into a slight smirk.

"No."

"Are you sure?" Derek slightly lifted your chin so you would look at him, and he leaned down to kiss you. You smiled against his lips and kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter and pulled you on top of him.

"Hhhm, you are making quite a convincing argument," you murmered and kissed him again. Derek grinned and moved a hand down your back to move to your butt and get a bit of action started, but got interrupted when you pulled back from the kiss when you heard the doorbell. You looked a little confused.

"Did you expect anyone this morning?" Derek asked,

"Not really." You said and got up from the bed to grab your bathrobe, then you remembered something, "Oh, it's probably the mailman with my package!" You exclaim in excitement and quickly put on your robe to cover your naked frame. Derek slightly propped himself up to look at you,

"Can't they deliver it to your neighbours?" He asked, a little sad he was getting cockblocked by the mailman and his previously great view was now ruined by your robe.

"No, I have to sign for it. I'll be right back." You said, and walked out the room to the front door.

Derek lay back with a sigh. The mood was gone now. He could probably restore it if he wanted to when you got back, but the moment had passed. He wondered what kind of package could be delivered that was more exciting to you than his package. He tried not to take offence, but it still stung a little. Maybe the feeling would fade once he knew what kind of package you were receiving. It must be important or very expensive if you had to sign for it. He decided to just wait till you got back to ask you, and maybe you could still have some fun this morning.

After a few minutes, he started to wonder what was taking you so long, surely accepting a package shouldn't take you this long. The overprotective FBI boyfriend inside him started to take over, and he got worried. What if something happened? What if some criminal was targeting him and decided to come for you to hurt him? He sat up in bed to get out and come for you, but then you came into the room, a look of panic on your face.

"Baby, what's going on? What's wrong?" He asked and got up. He walked to you and inspected your face, hoping to find any clue of what was happening in your eyes. The mailman couldn't have gotten you this worried, but if it was some criminal, they would have come with you and pointed a gun at you.

"It's my family." You said softly, and Derek gulped,

"What about them?" He asked, preparing for the worst. Maybe they were hurt, maybe a fire destroyed their house, maybe someone died. He desperately searched your eyes for answers, and he held his breath as he waited for you to answer.

"They're downstairs. They came over for a surprise visit."

Relief took over, and Derek let out the breath he was holding, then he gave you a confused look,

"Why do you look so panicked?" He asked.

"They don't know we're together. They don't know I have a boyfriend. I don't want them to find out like this. My brother will never let me hear the end of it if he finds out like this, and my dad..." you stopped yourself, not wanting to think about how your dad would react if he saw a strange man come out of your bedroom.

Derek nodded. Of course, he wanted to meet your family, but he agreed that this probably wasn't a great way.

"I don't want to hide you, really." You quickly clarified, scared he might think you were embarrassed of him, "I just wanted to keep it to ourselves a little bit longer. I wanted to have you to myself a little bit longer."

"I get it. Really." Derek reassured you, and he smiled at the worried look on your face.

"Maybe you can meet them, though." You said, "ehm, how about...." you thought about what to say, "maybe you can sneak out the front, then come back in a few minutes so it just looks like you happened to come over at the same time they were here?"

"You want me to sneak out like a teenager?" Derek asked and quirked a brow.

"Please, it will be less embarrassing that way."

Derek sighed, "Alright," He said, and you smiled, "But, you better make it up to me tonight."

"Of course, any way you want." You said and gave him a short but passionate kiss to thank him. You quickly grabbed some pants and a shirt, janked them on, and went back downstairs to distract your family.

Derek rubbed his face as he walked around your room. He gathered his clothes and put them on while he tried to think of what to do next. Since he would be coming back, he decided to hide the rest of his things in your closet behind some of your clothes, just in case your family would come in, as he wasn't sure whether or not they had been to your place before. Once he was dressed and had hidden all his things, he listened at the door to check if there was someone in the hallway. When he didn't hear anything, he opened the door as quietly as he could and slipped out of the room before quietly closing the door behind him. A small plan started to form in his head.

Once he has snuck out, he could quickly go to the store around the corner. He could pick up some flowers for you, or some of your favourite snacks. That way he could leave an extra good impression on your family. Maybe he could even get something small for your family as well, but he decided that would be too on the nose and would probably make him look desperate, and it could even come across as a bit stalker-ish, since he couldn't have known your family was over if he wasn't here this morning.

Just something small and sweet for you would be fine, right? Yes. Whether that would be flowers or something else, he could decide on his way to the store. He first needed to get out of your house.

Derek sneaked towards the stairs. He heard some voiced downstairs, which sounded like you and your mother talking. He also heard a male voice, but couldn't hear what any of you were talking about. He slowly and quietly made his way down the stairs, avoiding the spots he knew were squeaky in order to be as quiet as possible. Once he made his way to the bottom of the stairs without making a sound he let out a little sigh of relief, and he started making his way to the front door. Images started to fill his head of how things could go once he got back;

He could come in and give you the llittle gift he got you, which would probably impress your parents. He would give your father a strong handshake, compliment your mother, maybe make a few jokes with your brother. Surely those things would help earn their approval of your relationship.

"Who the hell are you!" Someone boomed behind him, snapping him out of his little daydream. He was so close, he was only a few feet away from the door.

Derek slowly turned around to see your father, his eyes full of fire. Your dad had gone into the hallway to find the toilet, and slightly freaked out when he saw an unfamiliar man come down the stairs. He grabbed the nearest object he could use as a weapon, which was an umbrella, and walked closer to your boyfriend,

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in this house!" He boomed again, raising the umbrella, ready to strike if he didn't like the answer.

"Dad, no!" You came into the hallway and got between the two men. You had heard your father yell and quickly went to the hallway to keep him from murdering Derek.

"What the hell is going on here, y/n?" He asked you.

"Dad, please put the umbrella down." You said calmly, hoping it would calm him down.

"No! I saw this guy trying to sneak out. He's robbing you. I shouda brought my shotgun"

"No. Dad, he is not an intruder." You tried to explain, but it wasn't enough to convince your dad to put his weapon down. When he tried to brush past you to get to Derek, you knew you had to come clean.

"He's my boyfriend!"

Your dad looked at you in confusion, and his striking arm slightly lowered, but only slightly.

"What?"

You gulped, "This is my boyfriend." You repeated. Your dad looked from you to Derek, back to you, then back to Derek.

"Derek Morgan.... ehm, pleasure to meet you?" Derek said and extended his hand to your father to greet him. You father looked down at his hand, then back up at his face, then he looked at you,

"What's going on, y/n? Why was he trying to sneak out?"

"Because I didn't want you to find out about him like this.... I didn't want you to know he stayed the night because I know you wouldn't react well and i know y/b/n would never let me hear the end of it." You quickly explained, a little scared. Your dad looked between you and Derek a couple of times, trying to figure out what to make of this. He did lower the umbrella this time.

The door to the living room opened and your mother came into the hallway,

"What's going on? Is everything alright?" She asked.

You and Derek exchanged a look, trying to find a good way to explain the situation.

"Apparently, y/n has a boyfriend but failed to tell us before." You dad said, "He came in, and since i didn't recognise him i thought he was an intruder. Just a little misunderstanding." He gave you a little look to just roll with what he said. Derek gulped and tried to calm down slightly.

"Oh, what a coincidence he came over." You mom said and smiled at Derek. He looked at her and slightly smiled as well,

"Derek Morgan. It is lovely to meet you. Y/n told me a lot about you."

"Only good things, I hope." You mother said with a little chuckle and shook Derek's hand.

"Of course." Derek confirmed. Your dad also shook Derek's hand, and approved of how firm his handshake was. You smiled a bit and let out a little sigh of relief at how well things turned out despite the horrible beginning. You gave your father a thankful look for not telling your mother what happened and not giving your brother any ammunition against you. When you saw the mischievous sparkle in his eyes, though, you knew it would only be temporary, and he would never, ever let you hear the end of this. Every birthday, every family gathering, every time there would be someone who hadn't heard the story before, he would tell them exactly how your boyfriend was introduced to him.

[lithiag]

Drawn Together (part 2, Derek Morgan fanfic)

A/n: Here ya go, part 2

Idk how many part I'm gonna make. Probably a lot, but not all of them will have smut.

If you have tips or ideas, lmk

Hope you enjoy

Cw: smut, oral(f receiving), fingering, piv sex(w protection)

"How many of them do you want to see?" Derek asked Melony. He really should have chosen different wording. His mind went straight to the gutter.

Melony had looked at him, her deep green eyes staring right into his soul. He couldn't help but think about how they would look after a night of good loving. His gaze dropped to her lips, which were parted ever so slightly. There were a soft pink, plump, but a bit thin. But well, size didn't matter, right? As long as you use them right. She must be able to use those lips really well in a lot of different ways. He imagined them against his own lips, then on his neck. He imagined her kissing him down his body and the-

"All of them" melony breathed softly. It interrupted his thoughts, but only for a second. She wanted to see all his talents? He could definitely show her how well he could use his hands on her, both above the waist and below. She would probably appreciate it if he used his lips on her. He knew he could leave her moaning his name, and begging for more. He couldn't help but imagine how she would sound if he did all those things to her. Touch her, rub her, kiss her, lick certain area's.

"All of them? Well, I don't know if we can get to all of them tonight" he said and leaned closer to her. He could smell her perfume. It smelled sweet, like flowers. It had started to fade and was mixing with her own scent. He wanted to lean even closer and dive deep into her scent and mix it with his own. She would smell amazing if their scents would mix after some good love making. He imagined her the morning after, coming downstairs for breakfast wearing only his button up, hair messy and softly smiling at him before kissing him and going for an extra round. He would give it to her any time she wanted.

"H-how about we start with seeing if you can draw? You said it was easy" she said. Did she stutter a bit? He was making her nervous. Perhaps she felt a very similar way to him. Was she imagining the same things he was? It probably wouldn't be difficult to convince her to let him show her how good those fantasties could be in real life if she was. He felt his throat dry up.

"Sure, could i have another drink?" He asked her. He wanted to add 'sweetheart' or 'baby', but he didn't want to make her feel like a maid, or make it obvious he was on the verge of trying to seduce her well and truly.

She grabbed his glass and walked towards the counter. Gosh, did those pants make her butt look good. They looked so beautifully round. Wouldn't they just make the perfect view if he would bend her over the counter or the table, and pull her pants down. Maybe she was even wearing sexy underwear. He could take them off, expose her core to him so he coul-

Melony stumbled slightly. Derek snapped out of his daydreams and got up. Perhaps she had had too much alcohol. He walked towards her and put a hand on her shoulder. Being so close after all those thoughts made it difficult to not pull her close, kiss her and move her to the bedroom to make all those delicious thoughts real.

"Are you okay?" He had to be sure she was.

She replied in the positive, but Derek didn't believe her.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded this time. She didn't want to say anything? She looked at him and he saw her eyes were a bit darker, they looked at him differently.

"You're not. Do you need anything?"

Why did he choose those words? It made his mind wander again. He wanted her to say one word, and one word only. But he also knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore once she did.

And then she said it.

He pulled her against him and kissed her. Melony wrapped her arms round him and pulled him closer to her. Derek moved one hand down to her wiast to pull her body closer against his, and he knew she had to feel how much he wanted her.

And she did. The moment their hips met, Melony could feel his desire strain against his pants and press against her through all the fabric still between them. If only he could feel her pooling desire for him that had soaked her underwear.

Melony pressed closer against him, wanting to feel more of him, she wanted to feel all of him. And he wanted to feel all of her. Derek slipped his hand under her shirt and pulled it up. Every time their skin touched he could feel himself grow harder and more needy. He wanted, needed her so bad.

Melony started to undo the buttons of his shirt. Once she had undone them all she pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms, getting a good feel for how big and strong they were. They broke their kiss just long enough so Derek could take off Melony's shirt, and then their lips found each other again. Melony moved her hands up his strong arms, taking in every curve of his muscles, then down his chest.

Derek placed one hand on the small of her back to hold her close, and let the other hand wander across her skin. It went down her side, up her arm, then down her chest and into her bra so he could cup her breast.

Melony let out a soft moan. Derek took in sharp breath at the sound. It sounded so good. He needed to hear it more. He moved his hand away from her breast and down her body. He then picked her up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. It would be fun to just press her against the wall and take quick care of both their neediness, but they both knew they wanted it to last longer.

Derek started walking them towards the hall and up the stairs. He almost tripped a few times, but kept himself up straight.

"First door on the right" melony mumbled against his lips. Derek groaned slightly to let her know he heard her and walked that way.

Melony deepened their kiss more. She bumped into a wall a few times because Derek couldn't really see where he was going, and he broke their kiss to be able to look for the right door.

He walked them into the bedroom and kicked the door closed with his heel before making his way to the bed.

Derek softly lay Melony down on the bed. He stood over her and looked at the beautiful sight in front of him. He leaned down and placed his hands on either side of her chest before he leaned closer and started kissing her neck. Melony let out a soft hum in pleasure. Her hands started roaming his skin. She always knew he was muscular, but the feeling of his skin against hers was so much more enticing than she could have imagined. As her hands moved across his back she felt his muscles tighten and relax with every move he made. He kissed his way along the side of her jaw towards her ear, and he kissed her right below it. Melony moaned softly and pulled him closer.

Derek slightly pulled back and leaned close to her ear,

"That's right, baby girl, let me hear you. Let me know what feels good." He said in a low, seductive voice before he kissed her below her ear again and kissed further down her neck. One hand reached behind her back and he swiftly undid the clasp of her bra. Melony removed her arms from his neck and she removed her brastraps from her arms. Derek tossed the small piece of clothing to the side and moved one hand across the skin of her waist and belly, before moving it up and cupping one of her breasts. Melony let out a moan and ran her hands across his back again. Derek kissed down her chest, then moved his lips towards the breast he wasnt fondling and took the nipple in his mouth. He felt Melony's entire body relax for a moment as she let out a pleasured sigh and he grinned a bit. He kissed her nipple and slightly sucked it. He moved his tongue across it, and each movement of his lips and tongue on the little pink bud was rewarded with another moan from Melony. She softly placed a hand on the back of his head to encourage him to continue. He let go of the breast he was cupping and slowly moved the hand down to the edge of her pants. Melony let out a slightly shakey breath,

"Please." She breathed.

Derek undid the button on her pants, then undid the zipper teasingly slow. Melony let out a slightly desperate moan and moved her hips. Derek used both his hands to pull down her pants, all while keeping his lips firmly on her nipple. Once her pants were gone, he moved a hand up the inside of her leg to her core. He grinned and pulled back so he could look at her,

"Are you this wet already?" He asked. Melony's eyes were full of desire, and she saw that exact same desire in his. Derek could feel that his name was on the edge of her lips, and he wanted to hear her moan it. He moved her panties down her legs and softly rubbed her clit with his thumb. Melony bit her lip and let out a slight moan, and when Derek pushed two fingers inside her dripping pussy, her head fell back,

"Derek! Oh, yes" she moaned. Derek moved his fingers in and out of her. Her wetness coated his fingers and he slipped in and out of her with ease. He couldn't wait to fill her up properly. His pants started to get very tight and uncomfortable. He kept moving his fingers inside her while he moved his face up to level with hers and he kissed her. Melony moaned against his lips and held him close. Derek then curled his fingers against her spot, and melony let out a loud moan and she slightly dug her nails into his skin. Derek groaned and deepened the kiss. Melony started to move her hands down his chest towards his pants, and she started to take them off.

"Derek, please" she moaned as he curled his fingers again.

"You want me?"

"Yes, Derek, baby, i want you so bad," Melony sighed. She wanted to feel him inside her properly. She wanted him to stretch her and fill her up. She knew he had to have a big cock, and knew he would feel amazing in her, she just wanted it to be real instead of just fantasies.

Derek grinned and sat up, removing his fingers from her pussy. He moved his pants down and melony glanced down. Even though his underwear was still on, Melony could see how big he was, and that he was rock hard for her.

Now that his fingers were no longer inside her, she wanted his cock even more. She sat up and reached for him. She moved his underwear down and was met with his hard member pointing right at her. Melony wrapped her hand around the base and moved her hand up and down a few times. There were so many things she wanted to do. She could rub him with her hands until he covered her in his cum, or she could take him in her mouth and swallow all he gave her. Most of all, she wanted him deep inside her dripping pussy. She wanted to feel all of him on top of her and inside her.

She then noticed a small packet he had in his hand. He had pulled it from his pocked before he had pulled his pants down.

Melony took it from him and opened it. She pulled out the piece of latex and placed it over the head of his cock, before rolling it down his shaft.

Derek softly pushed her onto her back, and Melony pulled him into a kiss so he had to move with her and he would be on top of her.

"Oh, baby, I want you so much" he breathed.

"I want you too."

"Almost" Derek said. He wanted to push into her so much, but he first wanted to make sure she would have an orgasm. He kissed down her neck one more time, this time doing it fairly quickly. He kissed down her chest and belly before kissing her clit. Melony moaned out, louder than before, and the grabbed onto the sheets.

Derek slipped two fingers back inside her. He started moving them in and out of her, curling them at the right time to make sure he would hit her spot as much as he could. He kept his lips against her as well, moving his tongue across her clit. He slightly moved his lips down and pulled his fingers from her core before pushing his tongue inside her.

Melony moaned out loudly. Derek licked at her a few more times before moving his lips back to her clit and pushing his fingers inside her again.

"Derek! Oh, I'm cumming. Please" Melony moaned. Derek curled his fingers again and flicked his tongue across her clit. Then the bubble inside her popped and melony moaned out, grabbing onto the sheets tightly. Her legs started shaking. Derek kept moving his fingers to work her through her orgasm. When she came down he pulled out his fingers and started kissing up her body. He moved his hands across her waist. Melony moaned with every touch, still very sensitive.

Derek kissed up her belly, her chest, and her neck before kissing her on her lips again. Melony kissed back and wrapped her arms around him.

"Derek, i want you." She breathed

"I want you too, baby. But i wanted you to feel good first" Derek said softly and stroke her hair

"You make me feel so good. I want to make you feel good too."

"You will, baby." Derek said and positioned himself at her entrance. When Melony felt his tip against her, she slightly wrapped her legs around his.

Derek grinned a little bit and slowly pushed into her. Melony let out a moan and grabbed onto him. She bit her lip and slightly dug her nails into his skin as he stretched her. He felt so good, but the first stretch was a little painful.

Derek kissed her neck as he pushed in further. He felt her stretch further around him. He filled her up nicely. She was tight around him, but she could take him well. He slowly pulled out until only his tip was inside her. Melony softly moaned and pulled him closer. He pushed in again and started moving at a steady pace once he felt her relax.

"Oh, you feel so good, baby." He groaned softly.

"Oh, Derek" Melony moaned, "oh, you fill me up so good."

Derek kissed her again and picked up his pace slightly. He was so hard, he couldn't wait much longer. He needed his own release so badly. He wanted it to feel good to her, but he couldn't wait too long anymore. She felt so good around him. So tight, slick and warm.

Melony started moving her hips with him and relaxed under him. Each time he trusted into her, she moaned against his lips. Soon they found a steady rhythm and they both let out pleasured sounds each time their hips met.

"Oh, Derek, harder" Melony moaned. Derek groaned softly at her request and moved one hand down to hold her hip while he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper into her and harder. Melony moaned louder and started to kiss his neck,

"You feel so good, baby" she said in his ear, "so good inside me. Yes, keep going. Oh, Derek."

"Mel..." derek moaned. Her moans were bringing him closer and close to tbe edge.

"Yes, oh, you are stretching me so good. Yes, Derek, oh"

"You're so tight and wet for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, it's all for you. You make me so wet."

"Mel, I'm close." Derek groaned and thrusted into her a bit faster. Melony removed her legs from his thighs, spreading them a bit wider so he could go deeper.

Derek groaned louder and pushed in when he finished, spilling his seed into the condom. As he did, Melony tightened around him again. He had sent her over the edge again and she held him tight during her second orgasm. Derek pressed his face into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent.

They both panted and held each other close while they came down.

Derek carefully pulled out and lay nex to Melony on the bed. Melony moaned softly at the loss of touch, then smiled at him.

"That was even better than i imagined." She said.

"It was, baby. So you were thinking about it too downstairs?"

"With all those comments you made, how could i not." Melony teased.

"I didn't make that many. I just used normal phrases."

"That had double meaning."

"I didn't even do it intentionally."

"Really? That surprises me."

"Well, i think i surprised you enough tonight didn't I?" Derek said and grinned a bit

"Oh, you definitely have." Melony smiled softly and bit her lower lip. Derek noticed and chuckled softly.

"Where is the bathroom? I need to clean up a bit" he asked.

"That door. If you need anything, just say the word." Melony said and pointed at a door inside her room on the corner opposite from the door they came through before.

"Thank you." Derek said and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean himself up a bit.

Melony waited in bed. When Derek came back out, he grinned a little bit,

"You lied to be." He said. Melony looked at him and furrowed her brows in confusion,

"What are you talking about?"

"You said you weren't a musician. But those sounds you made sounded like music to me." Derek joked. Melony smiled but looked away in embarrassment, "and i think you can play my instrument very well." Derek added. Melony hid her face under the covers, making Derek chuckle.

Melony moved one arm from under the covers and pointed at the door, "you can go" she said. Derek let out a laugh,

"Already?" He asked teasingly. Melony pulled the covers down slightly so she could look at him again,

"Did you plan on more rounds?"

"I'm always packed."

Melony grinned, "oh," she said and looked down and his penis before looking back up at him, "you definitely are."

Derek chuckled and lay down next to her,

"It was a good thing i had something with me."

"Did you plan on this?"

"No, but i am absolutely not complaining."

"Neither am I."

Melony smiled at him and kissed him. Derek kissed back and held her close.

~*~

Derek woke up and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake melony.

He grabbed his underwear from the ground and quickly put in on before walking downstairs. He went into the kitchen and looked through some cabinets and the fridge to see what was available for breakfast. Since he couldn't find much of anything, he settled on preparing some eggs.

While he stirred the pan on the stove to make sure the eggs wouldn't burn, he heard someone come in behind him,

"Good morning" Melony said, still a bit sleepy. She walked up to him and smiled, "I thought something smelled good in here."

Derek smiled, "Just scrambled eggs, nothing special," He said and looked at her, "Good morning to you, too." He said.

He then noticed she looked just like he had imagined the night before. Eyes still a bit sleepy, hair messy, only wearing his button up. He looked back at the stove and swallowed, trying not to think of how the rest of that fantasy played out in his head.

Melony noticed and grinned a little bit,

"Are you alright?" She asked, knowing exactly what was going on. She had seen how he looked at her when she walked in. She had had to sneak into the dining room to grab his shirt so she could put it on without him noticing, but it was worth the look on his face.

"Baby, you know exactly how i feel." Derek said, "god, woman, you are a tease"

"Oh, you don't like it?" Melony asked, feigning innocence, "should i take it off?"

Derek couldn't help but grin, "so you don't want breakfast?"

"Breakfast can wait, right?" Melony said and put her arms around him.

Derek turned off the stove and turned slightly in her arms, he pulled her into a kiss, picked her up and walked towards the stairs.

[lithiag]

Drawn Together (Prt 1) (Derek Morgan FF)

A/N: So this is the first part of my Derek Morgan fanfic. I hope you like it. I'm sorry it's bad, it has been a very long time since i wrote fanfic and published it somewhere. So sorry if there are a lot of spelling errors or grammatical errors. English is my second language and i mostly write on mobile.

This part is not super erotic yet. Don't worry, I know that is what you guys are reading fanfic for. Next part, I got you, Boo.

Idk yet how Tumblr really works. first time here.

Please don't yell at me :')

Hope you enjoy.

Drawn Together, Part 1

Melony sat at her desk and threw her pen down. She had been working on these reports regarding their latests case for hours, and her hand started to hurt from writing. A serial killer had targeted women in his area. They were always blond, and he always killed three before disappearing for a few years and reappearing in a new city. It had taken a lot of efford, but they had caught him. He did not go down without a fight though and it had gotten quite messy, which was partly the cause of the giant pile of paperwork the team now had to work through. Melony decided to give herself a few minutes to get a cup of coffee and a small snack to give her head a bit of time to relax. She got up from her spot and walked to the breakroom with her mug. She placed her mug under the coffee machine and pressed a few buttons. As it started pouring coffee, she grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some milk in her mug while the coffee was still pouring too. She put the milk back in the fridge and grabbed her mug when the coffee stopped pouring. "Need a little break too, baby girl?" She heard a voice say behind her. She turned around to see a pair off deep brown eyes looking her way. "Yes, my hand started hunting from all the writing. You?" "Same," the man said and he walked towards her. He put his own cup under the coffemachine and started it. They had been colleagues for a while now. About 8 months, Melony thought. Some people on the team had worked together for years, but even with her 8 months she felt like she was part of the family. "I do think I'll be done soon. I am working on my last piece." She said "Lucky you. I will probably be stuck here for a while longer." "That sucks." "Well, we got the guy at least, so I'm fine with some paperwork, at least we got to help people." "True." "How is your extra report coming along?" The man teased. "That's the one I'm finishing up now. Thanks for that. You totally threw me under the bus." Melony said, faking her annoyance. The man smiled at her, "What can i say? It helped us and saved us quite some time."

36 hours earlier

The team sat around the table in the conference room of the local PD. They had been discussing the profile of the killer they were hunting and Hotchner was giving out his orders to everyone. "I want Reid and Morgan to visit the crime scene again, look for any details we might have missed the first time. Gideon and Pearson, talk to the victim's family. Find out anything you can. The rest stays here to work on the profile. JJ, ask the sherrif to call in a stetch artist to meet Pearson and Gideon at the house." Hotchner said "Don't bother calling and artist" Derek Morgan said. Hotchner looked at him a bit confused, "Why?" "We are in a tiny town, it is going to take way too much time to ask one to come in from a bigger city. And Pearson can do it" Derek said and Melony looked at him when he mentioned her name, confused. Hotchner looked at her, "Can you?" "I… I ehm" Melony sputtered. Derek reached for her file and pulled out a piece of paper she had hidden in the back. He checked to make sure he had the right one before putting on the table to the rest of the team could see it. "I saw her draw this on the plane based on the very few descriptives that were in the file." He said. Hotchner grabbed the piece of paper and inspected the drawing. "How long did this take you?" He asked Melony. "Ehmm, about 5 minutes, i think. There wasn't a whole lot to go off of." She replied. Hotchner looked down at the paper again, "Morgan is right, it will take too long to get someone from a different town. Take a sketchbook with you and some supplies, make the sketch when you are with the family." He said and gave a nod to dismiss them.

"What the hell was that?" Melony asked Derek while they walked towards the exit "I'm just helping. Mel, you have a skill we can really use." "But did you have to put me on the spot like that?" Derek stopped walking and looked at her, "Baby, would you have told Hotch yourself?" "No" "Exactly." Derek said before he pushed open the door and walked out.

"Has Hotch talked to you about it? Your sketch ended up helping us catch the guy" Derek asked Melony as he grabbed his cup of coffee. "He has. On the plane back he and Gideon talked for a bit. They called me over and Hotch said he wants me to follow some extra training, and he wants me to become our team's sketch artist." "So how did i throw you under the bus, exactly?" Derek asked with a teasing grin "You put me on the spot! Didn't give me a chance to think about whether i wanted to do it." "But it worked out." "You mean i got extra work" "Hey, that usually means extra pay" Melony didn't have a good comeback, he was right. They did offer her extra pay. "You better make it up to me though. As an apology for putting me on the spot." She said, teasing him back. Derek looked at her with an exaggerated offended expression, "Wow, you get extra pay but still want to bleed me dry, baby girl?" He teased. "Oh, absolutely. I am going to milk this for a while." Melony teased back and Derek smiled. "Fine, what do you want me to do?" "Well, tomorrow i have my first day of training. How about you help me with some practice tomorrow night?" Derek thought about it and smiled, "How about I do that, and i bring a pizza? Will that make us even?" He asked "Hhm… i don't know yet. Depends what pizza you bring." "Which do you want me to bring?" Melony just grinned, "if i told you that, i would make it too easy for you" she said and walked out and went back to her desk.

*

Melony sat at home, waiting for Derek to come over. He texted earlier that day to confirm the time and check her adress. Her training had been quite intense. She had to draw a lot, sometimes with very little details to go on. Sometimes she was shown a picture of an UnSub for a fraction of a second, then she had to try and draw it from memory. Other times someone would describe a person to her for her to draw. Despite it being a lot, and at times quite draining, she did have fun doing it.

The doorbell rang and Melony went to open it. "Pizza delivery." "Oh, is it with extra sausage?" Melony asked, trying not to smile too much. Derek started chuckling, "I didn't want to make that joke." He said and Melony let him in. Derek handed her the pizza so he could take off his jacket and he put it away. Melony put the pizza on the table in her dining room. "So, how was your first day, baby girl?" "It was pretty good. It was intense, but what do you expect from FBI training, right? What can i get you to drink?" "Ehm… do you have a beer?" Melony chuckled, "I have a lot more than 'a beer'." She replied and Derek looked at her curiously. Melony opened a cabinet that was placed on the side of the room, showing him the wide array of liqours she had. "I also have wine and beer in the fridge, and a bottle of Jäger in the freezer. So, what's your poison?" Derek looked at the cabinet in surprise, "I did not expect that. But I'm not going to drink alone" "Don't worry, I'll make myself something too." "Can you do a negroni?" "Regular or Dutch?" Melony asked. "What's the difference?" "The Dutch version uses genever instead of gin. It is more bitter, but the other flavours are a bit stronger as well." "Ehm… let's start with a regular one." "Alright, no problem. There are multiple different versions, but these two I make the most." Melony said as she dug through her cabinet for the right bottles. Once she got them she got to work. "Any specific reason why?" "The regular one because it is common, and the Dutch one because my mom is Dutch." "Ah, okay." Melony placed the finished drink in front of Deker. He grabbed the glass and took a little sip. Impressed, he put the glass down again. "Wow, baby, i am discovering a lot of your talents this week. What's next? Are you an accomplished musician too?" Derek asked teasingly. Melony chuckled, "I will have to disappoint you. I have tried to learn to play an instrument as a kid because my mom thought it would be good to learn to play music, but i suck." Melony said as she sat down across from Derek after she made her own drink, a raspberry daiquiri. Derek smiled a bit, "A pink drink for a lady?" "Oh, it's just because i don't really like the bitter drinks. This one is more sweet and sour." Derek gave a slight nod and smiled a bit. "So what pizza did you bring?" Melony asked. "Well, i decided to just play it save with pepperoni." "That always works." Derek opened the box and they both grabbed a slice. "So, how do you want me to help with your training?" "Simple. Describe someone to me, i try to draw them. You check to see if i got close." "Sounds doable. Someone we both know?" "Doesn't have to be someone i know. It can just be any random person. It's actually better if i don't know them so i don't get biased if i think i figure out who you are describing." "Okay." Derek put the last piece of his slice in his mouth while thinking about who to describe. Once he picked someone, he swallowed, cleared his throat and started describing them.

Melony drew out what he described. Big ears, small ears. A hook nose, dubble chin, tiny beady eyes. Almost anything came by. Sometimes it was a real person, sometimes a character from a film, sometimes he was just naming random features to see what she came up with. They ate pizza while practicing and sometimes Melony made them a new drink. "Baby, you make it look easy. You got just about every single one i described to you really close. It can't be that hard" Derek said after the fifteenth drawing, and his fourth drink, curious as to how she would react. Melony opened her mouth to defend the amount of time and efford she had put in to hone her skill, but then decided against it. She closed her mouth, flipped the page in her sketchbook to a blank one and put in in front of Derek and held out her pencil to him, a daring expression on her face. Derek looked at the pencil, thinking about what to do, "I can't." He said "Why?" He held up his glass, "I had more than two drinks, it's not safe" Melony chuckled, the alcohol slightly getting to her, "It's not a car. You'll be fine" "Nope, not gonna do it. Safety first." "Come on. I want to see your hidden talents" Melony said with a sly smile, her eyes half closed and sparkling in the light. If he hadn't known any better he would think she was trying to seduce him. But this was Melony, she didn't do seducing as far as he knew. He had never heard her talk about a man in her life. No boyfriends, no flings, not even a date or a creepy guy at a bar, let alone seen her with anyone. It made him curious. She was just secretive, or was there more going on? "I have many talents." Derek said lowly and grinned a little bit, "how many of them do you want to see?" Melony swallowed at his different tone. She didn't know exactly what he was implying, but his voice went from her ears straight to her core, and it put images in her head that really shouldn't be there. "All of them." She breathed, not realizing she actually said it out loud. Derek grinned more. "All of them? Well, i don't know if we can get to all of them tonight." He said and leaned closer to her. Melony looked away from him. Looking him in the eye was putting more and more dark thoughts in her mind. Thoughts that would lead the two of them to her bedroom. Thoughts that made her want to break so many rules. "H-how about we start with seeing if you can draw. You said it was easy." Melony said, hoping to calm her mind a bit. "Okay. Ehm, Could i have another drink?" He asked. He did sound thirsty. Melony looked at his glass and then made the mistake of looking Derek in the eye. It took all her strength tobreak eye contact, stand up and bring his glass with her to fill it up. As she walked to the counter she used to prepare their drinks, her mind started to wander. With each step more thoughts entered her mind. Would he be a good kisser? What would he taste like? Was he so muscular all over his body? What would he look like naked? How would he feel on top of her? As she started to imagine them together, she did not pay enough attention to her walking and she almost tripped. Derek noticed, got up and walked to her. He put his hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?" Melony nodded, "I'm fine." She said. But she was anything buy fine. Him touching her shoulder sent surges of electricity through her, and she couldn't help but imagine his hands all over her. "Are you sure?" Melony nodded, not trusting her words. Derek didn't really believe her and turned her around and made her look at him. "You're not. Do you need anything?" He asked. Melony looked up at those deep, gorgeous brown orbs of his and only one word kept being repeated in her mind. Why did he have to phrase it like that? She tried to push her thoughts away, telling herself it was no use, that it was insane and she had to stop thinking like that, but she couldn't help it. Her body screamed it, and then she said it, "You"