#spencer is my twin

[mschievousx]

i wish you love | a.h.

pairing: aaron hotchner x ofc

summary: francesca sainz knows her interests. she likes the dark, crime, profiling, medicine, military, guns, and suits. imagine her surprise when these things come as a person... granted, a "fourty-something unit chief" person, but a person nonetheless.

series masterlist

i. one: keep you warm

"when i tell you i do not like animals, derek, i swear..."

francesca would bet all her money, which is not a lot, but that's how certain she is that derek has something against her and will completely do the opposite of anything she says.

he smirked in mischief as garcia gasped loudly, her eyes widening in offense.

"including pets? what do you have against my furry friends?"

"contrary to popular belief, the opposite of like is not 'not like' but hate. therefore, not liking a thing is neutral, similar to not hating a thing. i'm not against them. i simply do not wish to interact with them."

"actually, it's not—" she nudged the resident genius, gesturing with her eyes and a tight smile, hoping he'll get the hint as she placed her arm on his shoulder and turned to penelope again.

"they're fluffy and cute!"

"and i agree!" franz compensated with a high pitch, "it's not about that—"

her words were lost on the tech analyst as she opened her phone after the notification, "oh, this is so not fluffy and cute."

she walked off to the conference room, the rest of the team already knowing what it means. hotch, dave, and emily are already sat around the table.

"you, my dear crime-fighters, won a ticket to illinois." penelope clicked the remote, presenting identification photos and crime scene pictures, "sadly, at the cost of these three lovely ladies: kathryn cooper, lilian boyle, and mandy clark. all found naked and dead by hanging."

derek looked at the screen, "it's obviously not suicide if we're called in."

"it says here they're 155, 163, and 158 tall. they could not possibly reach the fixed rope with the height of the chair used." jj noted as she scanned the details displayed.

"a mistake?" rossi wondered aloud.

"either that or a taunt. the unsub's confident and displays textbook narcissism, leaving handprints on the victims' waists. what did the forensics say?" reid began the profile as garcia shook her head followed by a gesture to their gadgets.

"no match. there's also a text in each scene. look at their frames, beautiful. i've sent all the details in your tablets."

hotch nodded before pushing away from the table, "good. wheels up in thirty."

 · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

while the rest of the team started to gather and brainstorm, franz wanted nothing but to smack the person in front of her, walking backwards as she gets back from the galley of the jet.

"kid, i'm only saying it wouldn't hurt to bond with dogs from time to time. let's start with those from fbi. they're trained enough, so it wouldn't be so bad."

she looked at him innocently and spoke with dry humor, "i talk to you everyday, don't i?"

"i—"

"let's go over the case."

hotch called out as derek narrowed his eyes at her, mouthing something in the lines of i will get back at you. they settled on the couch as the rest read over the case.

"the interval of the deaths are two days. what is he doing with them?" emily voiced out, knowing a lot can happen in two days, especially in these cases.

sainz brushed her nose before speaking in her light tone, "i doubt it's sexual. the handprints appear more like sensual. if it was the former, there are more suggestive places to put it."

rossi nodded, putting out another detail, "cause of death are all asphyxiations. the neck ligatures are also deep and rough."

for the minutes to follow, the team discussed the case deeply, going over possible scenarios and theories based on the details given and the facts. they threw information to each other, forming an initial profile as a framework from here on out.

"okay, dave and reid, go to the morgue and check the two bodies."

hotch began designating the tasks to do as soon as they land. hearing this, franz clutched her hands together with her head down, muttering to herself. they all knew what it was about. she has done it a couple of times before—wishing and chanting to be paired up with her unit chief slash the man of her dreams, according to her.

he continued monotonely, closing the file, "jj, speak with the families and note any possible elements at play. morgan and prentiss, be at the crime scene. i'll be setting up at the station."

she held her breath at that, waiting for his confirmation, "sainz, with me."

the trainee pumped her right fist lowly at that with a wide grin, exclaiming a celebratory 'yes' as hotch gave a small smile at her excitement. rossi looked at her with raised brows in amusement and a tinge of humor.

"who were you praying to? you're an atheist."

she turned to the older man, "i was chanting and i'm an agnostic."

"same thing." he shrugged dismissively, unknowingly cueing for reid to inform him of the facts.

"actually, atheists refer to people who do not believe in the existence of god in certainty and confidence, while agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve. they assert the impossibility of knowing either for sure."

the italian only stared at him for a couple of seconds, debating whether to push it or just let it go.

jj turned to the youngest with curiosity, "really? i thought you would be religious, especially given the surname."

"your arrogance is showing, kid." morgan patted her back mockingly as she nod to jj.

"not at all. i think i'm lucky to have the luxury to ponder whether he exists or not." her voice lacked it's usual teasing tone, seemingly replaced by a genuine one, "most people have no choice but to believe."

 · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

after setting up in the room given to them and pasting all necessary information on the glass board, an hour has passed and the two are now discussing geographic profile.

franz sat on the long table, legs crossed as she leaned forward in thinking of the details in front of them. hotch, with crossed arms and brows, stood in front as he analyzes what could the pinned locations in their map mean.

"three crime scenes forming a triangle... this may suggest convenience, meaning the unsub is from the area."

she leaned back, eyes still on the glass board with doubt, "but that's too obvious. he's smart and confident. that was clear by the handprint, note, and hanging."

he turned to face her, going over the details again like it would trigger them to find something that would help the case.

"the victims work in different fields. their lives never met at any point. but, the unsub clearly didn't pick them in random, judging from the gender and height."

he pocketed his hands, listening to her intently as she looked at him as well, "there's a conflict with the confidence profile. if the unsub's really that confident, like taunting us, why would he only pick easy targets?"

hotch maintained his sight to her, seemingly lost in his thoughts as he racks his brain for what could be the reason of the unsub's paradoxical behavior.

"sir, do not stare blankly at me with your hands in your pockets when you're thinking. i cannot concentrate." she finished with a grin, his eyes refocusing on hers after a few seconds.

"do not grin. we're working a case."

he advised indifferently. she kept her grin to tease his uptightness. however, upon the narrowing of his eyes with clear irk, sainz dropper her grin in an instant, turning back to the glass board with a light cough as if in all seriousness.

the black-suited agent turned to the board as well in realization, "he is confident. they're just his type."

she follows his train of thought, "he's not taunting us. he's showing off to someone else. look at their frames, beautiful. it's not an adjective in that."

her phone sounded, a message from emily as to the last sightings of the victims. reading the content, she unfolded her legs and stood up from the long table to pin the given locations.

"emily said they're last seen at these areas."

"two triangles." he muttered in observation.

dave and reid enter from their trip to the morgue. at the sight of the younger man, she calls for him, hoping the pattern in the map would make sense to him.

"genius, looks familiar?

he nears the two in front of the board, squinting his eyes, "it may be the measurements."

spencer kept his eyes on the map, his mind already calculating to see if he was right. not far away, two voices can be heard nearing the room. prentiss entered first followed by an explaining morgan. she gave the trainee a gesture to him with her head and a smirk.

"all i'm saying is the kid is short. she should not be in the field because the unsub might take interest."

"why—" she paused, looking at him in playful indignation, "what's wrong with you? i'm working professionally here and you talk behind my back."

"hey, i'm just looking out for you," derek raised his arms in surrender before pointing at her with a chuckle, "and you are short."

franz's mouth went agape in exaggeration as she turned to hotch, telling on the man and looking for an ally.

"sir? this is bullying."

"you are." the unit chief pointed out with a hint of humor.

she feigned offense once again before sighing heavily, "the betrayal... you're so lucky i like you." hotch mustered a small smile at that.

"and you," sainz turned back to the enemy, "you don't see me picking on your brains, do you? brawns."

derek scoffed pridefully with a smirk, "there's nothing to pick on me."

"exactly."

she did not miss a beat in replying, confusion on his face before the understanding hit, "wait—"

"the distance from one point to another is equal," reid stated, putting a stop to the banters, "perfectly."

just as they were all trying to review the new additional detail, the local chief's voice rang inside the room.

"there's another one missing."

 · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

the team went over the details they all gathered from their respective tasks, discussing the patterns again and putting up the profile as hotch went to speak with the family of the missing woman.

after a few minutes, he returned with a finding, nearing the map on the glass board.

"the family said that jana was at this stop when they last called her. she was on her way home yesterday morning after her night shift. same details so far with the other victims."

dave walked to the map, circling the area above the triangle, "the unsub's meticulous with his details and pattern. it's probable that if we do not find her in 15 hours, she'll turn up around here."

"i got something." francesca sat up from her chair, eyes on the note of the unsub in each crime scene, "he's not talking about the figures of his victims. he's talking about literal frames."

"picture frames?" reid asked, trying to see how it all connects.

she spoke with determination, "that's what i'd like to find out."

hotch crossed his arms in thinking of her theory. he nodded, opening the tablet for the case file again, "okay, go with morgan and jj."

they got up from their seats, the two aiming for their coats against the cold season considering it's nearing six in the evening as well.

"where's your coat, franz?" jj asked as they're halfway through the door, noticing the trainee does not have one with her.

she shook her head, trying to act cool mockingly with a pathetic attempt of a deep voice, "i don't wear one. i like the cold."

morgan rolled his eyes, calling for the man who's leaning forward on the long table with eyes down on the case file, "hotch, tell her to wear one."

sainz grinned widely at that, intentionally making her tone dreamily, "no need. his presence is enough to keep me warm."

"take my coat."

hotch calmly said, almost with indifference as he continued to swipe and pinch the gadget's screen, reading the file. they all looked at him at once in silence.

he's a caring person inside—that's not a surprise. the whole team knows that already. however, offering his coat to her is completely different from offering them to others in the team.

everyone knew she would take it differently. how smart of them! because she really did without shame.

"with your scent? i think i'm going to die before we even close this case."

francesca grinned with affection at him. the him in question is still not looking up from his readings, even as the three finally left for the home of one of the victims.

how ironic to feel so warm by someone so cold.

[sbgyri]

pencer as the mystery twins

[frankiebirds]

if i were them i would have NEVER let him live this down <33

[missmitchieg]

Seeing people go "aww they still have Reid's name plate!" and, like, being surprised about it is funny because I imagine if you ask about it, Garcia would go

because as much as "if and when they (Reid and Simmons) return from their classified special assignments is entirely up to them", the mere possibility of Reid returning is fueling Garcia's want/need to keep that name plate exactly where it is and no one wants to argue with her about it.

[starlitrays]

“Burton Guster has been my best friend since we were five,”

NO NO NO PLEASE NO LET ME LIVE

“And maybe, just maybe, if any of you can look yourselves in the mirror and know you’ve been half as good a friend to someone as Gus has been to me,”

SOMEONE SEDATE ME

“Well, you too can be considered great. Give it up for my best friend Burton Guster.” — Shawn Spencer, Psych, 3x06, Murder … ? Anyone … ? Anyone … ? Bueller … ?

crying. platonic shus is the ultimate friendship. never have i ever seen a show portray the importance and value of true friendship SO FUCKING WELL. 8 SEASONS & 3* MOVIES?? my fucking goat fr.

(*i remember watching an interview n i cant remember if it was dule hill (gus) or james roday rodriguez (shawn), i think it was the latter, who said the script for the 4th movie was being worked on, they just needed a studio to pick it up for filming (hinting that peacock wasnt sure they wanted to do another one) BUT THEY DONT TAKE MY WORD FOR IT I COULD BE WRONG)

[arklay]

RESIDENT EVIL → THE WESKER FAMILY

To the public, little is known of the families behind some of the world’s most renowned bioterrorists, but the question remains: did they play a role in causing their children to walk down the path that they did? Or are these individuals simply ambitious criminals with delusions of grandeur?

For Diana Wesker (née Afanasyeva), her introduction into the bioweapons black market trade was upon discovering her employers were using her research into limb regeneration with salamanders to further their experiments in creating enhanced soldiers, instead of developing human therapies with which she was recruited for. Although the prospect of using biological weapons in the military did not appeal to her, the concept remained fascinating for her own selfish endeavours. Born on the 27th of October, 1963 in Sydney, Australia to Russian immigrant parents, Diana had harsh expectations placed upon her at a young age, ones that no matter how hard she tried she could never live up to. Her mother, Tatyana, was an unfeeling woman, absent for long stretches of time with little regard to how it affected her daughters, much more concerned with her craft as an accomplished opera singer. Viktor was no better. A strict man whose role as father and ballet master blurred, he pushed his girls to one day follow in his footsteps. Whilst Sofia enjoyed ballet, and went on to become a professional ballet dancer, Diana’s heart was set on going into the field of biology. She wished to make a name for herself, separate from her family – to which she succeeded.

Diana was married to former U.S. Marine, Dave Monroe, for only a year until he was declared dead in 1992 after succumbing to injuries sustained in a horrific car accident. Foul play was ruled out while Diana played the role of the grief-stricken widow, but in reality, she had snapped after years of mistreatment at her husband’s hands, and opted for something she could pass off as an accident to be free of him. For years she believed he was dead – and he was, legally – but that proved to not be the case when he found his way back into her life again in 1999. Unbeknownst to her, she had been lied to by the police and coroner, who were paid off by her employers when they took Dave’s body for themselves and used him as one of their first test subjects in developing supersoldiers. Before he could ever hurt her again, Diana’s second husband, Albert Wesker, tracked the man down, captured him and tortured him, before allowing Diana to get her violent and bloody revenge.

The origins of Albert Wesker’s involvement in bioterrorism, alongside his twin sister, Alex, are much different than that of Diana’s. The two hail from London, Canada, but unfortunately, they hold no memories of their lives there, nor what happened to their biological parents when they were eight years old. Agents of Oswell E. Spencer, an aristocratic billionaire and eugenicist, took the twins from their home and executed their parents as per Spencer’s orders. Albert and Alex were then placed in a home funded by the Spencer Foundation where they were given new names and a privileged upbringing. They had access to the best education possible, free to pursue whichever field they decided, but it was by no accident they both went into virology and bioengineering; at home, their adoptive parents – agents whom they believed to be their real parents – instilled them with the beliefs of Oswell E. Spencer, harbouring disdain for war and pestilence, and believing humans to be an evolutionary dead-end in need of a rebirth. They were only two of the hundreds of children “adopted” as part of what is known as Project W, a plan intended to develop an advanced race of human beings. The most promising candidates were headhunted by Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, the twins amongst them, where they went on to create bioweapons for the company founded by none other than the man who had handpicked them for his plan. The final stage of this was to infect the thirteen Spencer saw fit, however, only two survived; Albert received the intended effects, now possessing superhuman abilities, however, Alex was only offered more time to live due to her terminal degenerative illness.

In the summer of 1995, Diana was working undercover within Umbrella to gather development data on their projects for her company. Here, she had a chance encounter with Albert, an intelligence officer at the time, which permanently altered the course of her life. The two were never seen far from one another’s side, marrying in 1998, and they went on to become notorious in the bioweapons industry. The development of the Uroboros virus was where things took a turn for the worst. Although Diana’s infection was successful and she bore abilities that rivalled her husband’s, the plan itself did not succeed as they had hoped, and almost cost Albert his life at the hands of his former subordinates.

Now, they work within the shadows, with Diana declared missing and Albert believed to be dead. Their legacy, however, lives on with the mark they left on the world. As visionaries in their field, they influenced bioterror attacks carried out by countless individuals and organisations. In turn, they also inspired others to fight against such atrocities. One such person happens to be Albert’s son from a former relationship, Jake Müller, whose existence he was unaware of.

[stairstothe7th]

Oh how i love tall nerdy hot men 😍

[laylakeating]

ALL AMERICAN UNIVERSE APPRECIATION WEEK DAY SIX | favourite episode → 2.10, Protect Ya Neck

[erodingsinner]

the 'Harry Wilson recognizes Eliot when they first meet because he knew Lindsey Mcdonald" au is just. taking too much head space. I might have to write it

[dejwrld]

pretty little liars books were my roman empire

[eptck]

watching a show abt suicide hits different when u know ur twin killed herself

[dragonballnewstar]

Spencer Sinday HCs that nobody asked for BUT I am gonna write ANYWAY!

- Spencer can and has "turned himself into a girl" (ie: changed his reproductive system from exterior male to interior female -- cells are fun). He thought it was very weird and hasn't done it since.

- Has slept with a guy (in a threesome with a girl but she pushed Spencer to top the other guy). Not the worse, wasn't the intention but...yknow, not the worse.

- I have been dropping not-very-subtle hints but like if you like tentacles he's right there. He can literally do that. He has done it before.

- He can change the length of his tongue. He can change the length of his penis. He doesn't usually but if he thinks it will help satisfy the other person, he'd do it.

- He likes biting and getting bit. A bit of bandage and s&m are welcomed, but he can do fluff too. He can also be very greedy.

- He preemptively severs the tails of his swimmers! (Yuki ensures her tubes are dead-ends). They cannot/will not lead to pregnancy unless previously agreed! It was a very large debate as in canon Spencer's wife wanted a child and Spencer was very much terrified of parenthood and would go through with the act but was caught when his wife learned he was manipulating his sperm cells to not actually do their job.

- Touch is sensitive. Mess with those ears. Give him something to taste. Give him smells. Drive the lad wild.

[themetaphorgirl]

I asked @fragolinaa what I should write, and she suggested something with Spencer and Haley, so this is for Maeve!

———

“I want to go with you,” Spencer whined.

Alex adjusted the covers around him. “I know, but you’re sick,” she repeated patiently.

“I’m not that sick,” he wheedled, tilting his chin up to look at her.

“Nope, nope, don’t try to use the puppy dog eyes, it’s not going to work,” Aaron said. “You can’t come along to my doctor’s appointment if you’re feeling well. And besides, you’d just have to sit in the waiting room with James.” Spencer stuck his lower lip out in a pout; Alex kissed his forehead.

“We’ll only be gone a few hours,” James said. “And Haley will be here in case you need anything.”

Haley hovered in the back of the room. She had babysat a million times before, she had taken care of her own younger sister so many times she’d lost count, but this was different. This was a test. If Aaron’s sister and little brother didn’t approve of her, it was going to make the whole “get Aaron Hotchner to ask me out” thing so much more difficult.

“Keep your phone close by, you can text us if you need us,” Aaron said. He ran a hand over Spencer’s hair. “Get some rest. Try to take a nap.”

“I’m not going to.”

“All right, then.”

Alex beckoned Haley to follow them out of the room. “He’s going to take a nap,” she said as soon as James closed the door.

“I don’t know, he sounded pretty convincing,” Haley said.

“Oh, he will,” Aaron said. “The trick is getting him distracted so he’s not trying to force himself to stay awake.”

“And he’ll try,” Alex added.

Haley looked from one twin to the other. “Is…is there like, a trick to it?” she said. “Something I should try?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Alex said. “We’ll be gone maybe three hours, it shouldn’t be too bad. Let us know if you need anything, though.”

Aaron smiled at her and squeezed her arm lightly. “Thanks for watching him for us,” he said. “Everyone else was busy, so you’re a lifesaver.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, gazing up into his dark eyes.

“Let’s go, we might hit traffic,” Alex said. She glanced back over her shoulder as she and James walked with Aaron down the hall and waved goodbye. Haley waved back awkwardly.

Oh, this is definitely a test, she thought.

She went back into Aaron’s room and paused in the doorway. Spencer was sitting up in bed, tucked in snugly, his arms crossed and his lower lip still sticking out in a pout. They sized each other up.

“Hey, sweetie,” she said. “I’m sorry your tummy hurts.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “I have a stomachache and a low grade fever, I think I’ll live,” he said. “I’m nine, you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a baby.”

“Oh,” Haley said. “Uh…sorry.” She shifted her weight. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

He held up a hefty hardback. “I have a book,” he said. “I don’t really need a babysitter, you know. They just wanted someone to stay with me so I wasn’t by myself.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine,” she said. “Totally. I’ll just…hang out with you until they get back.”

She sat down at Aaron’s desk and unzipped her backpack as Spencer opened his book. This wasn’t the first time she had had to win over an unimpressed babysitting charge- although granted, this was the first time she was babysitting a nine year old freshman deeply engrossed in a copy of Les Miserables in the original French.

(It was, however, the second time she had tried to impress a younger sibling of a cute boy. But that was when she was in eighth grade, and the cute boy turned out to be a dick, so that didn’t count. This counted.)

Haley pulled her Nintendo Switch out of her backpack. She had a couple different plans in mind, just in case, but this seemed like the best one.

The game chirped as it came to life, and she focused on playing while she watched Spencer out of the corner of her eye. At first he seemed not to notice, but after a round or two she caught him watching her from behind his book.

“What are you playing?” he asked finally.

Haley held it up, feigning surprise. “Oh, just Mario Kart,” she said. “Is it too loud? I can turn it down.”

Spencer chewed thoughtfully on his thumbnail. “No, it’s okay,” he said, but she could see the interest in his hazel eyes.

“I can hook it up to Aaron’s TV if you want to watch,” she suggested. “Or if you’d like to play.”

“I don’t really play video games,” Spencer said. “I’ve never played them before, and the bigger kids are all better than me. I’m not very good.”

Haley leaned towards him. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she whispered. “I’m not very good either. You might actually beat me.”

Spencer hesitated, but she saw a hint of a smile pulling on his lips. “I might be persuaded to attempt it,” he said.

Thank you, Penelope, Haley thought fervently as she set up the game system. The younger girl had given her a list of hints when she heard she was going to be watching Spencer for the afternoon- but only after she made Haley promise she could give a toast at the wedding when she and Aaron got married.

Spencer lied. It wasn’t that he wasn’t very good at video games. He was horrible. Haley kept her best poker face as he kept running off the road and getting stuck, and offered him advice and help when he asked for it. She knew she was winning him over when he handed her the controller and asked her to help him get unstuck.

True to their word, the other kids came back within three hours. Haley had moved back to sit at Aaron’s desk to work on her homework, and she tapped her finger to her lips as the door opened. “He’s sleeping,” she whispered.

“You got him to take a nap?” Aaeon whispered back as Alex bent over Spencer and kissed his forehead.

“Oh, it was easy,” she said. “Mario Kart wore him out completely. He fell asleep with the controller in his hand, I just tucked him in and he’s been out like a light.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Video games?” he said. “Who knew.”

Aaron smiled at her. “Thanks for watching him,” he said, and she could see the relief in his expression.

Alex adjusted Spencer’s blankie against his shoulder and smoothed the covers over him. “I’m so tired,” she said. “I’d kill for a latte. Would you guys mind doing a coffee run?”

“Yeah, I’ll-“ James started to say. Haley caught the look Alex shot him. “Can you get me a raspberry mocha?”

Aaron hadn’t seemed to catch on to their silent conversation. “Yeah, no problem,” he said. “Let’s go, Haley.”

Haley grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair. “Thank you,” she mouthed to Alex. Alex shot her a grin back.

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (216)

[ut-girl666]

Fun fanfic trope idea borne from Criminal Minds:

Eviler Twin

Good Twin, Bad Twin - except they’re both evil, one is just worse.

[luveline]

bombshell!reader getting caught sleeping over at spencer's before making their established relationship public & the team still thinks spencer is uncomfortable with r's approaches. 🤭

Spencer bought you pyjamas. You're sick with secret pleasure at the fact, staring at yourself in every passing window and reflective surface. They're simple skinny knitted sweatpants and a matching hoodie, and it's not necessarily something you'd buy for yourself, but why would you ever complain? Spencer got you new clothes as a gift with no occasion or motive; you'd marry him now if you thought he'd say yes. 

Too bad he's still sleeping. 

You turn away from his kitchen window back to your cooking, an oiled frying pan sizzling hot on the stove, eggs browning at the edges as Spencer likes. Two twin mugs of hot coffee steam on the counter next to two plates of crispy bacon and toasted english muffins, deconstructed breakfast sandwiches. You're ninety percent sure he likes breakfast sandwiches. 

It's odd knowing enough about Spencer to fancy yourself in love with him, but being in a relationship that's so new that there are a thousand gaps. You know how he likes his eggs but not his bacon. Does he like melted cheese? Does he drink orange juice this early?

You'll have to ask him. If he's brave enough to ask you to stay the night, you can ask him about breakfast. 

It's getting way too hot in the kitchen. The opened window isn't cutting it. You hook your elbow into the hem of your hoodie and pull it over your head before folding them to set neatly aside. You feel cooler in your vest, if a little exposed. Good thing it's just you and Spence—

A knock rattles the door. "Reid, you home?" 

Well, I brought that on myself, you think with a laugh. You take the eggs off of the heat and wipe your oily fingers clean on a dish towel as you meander to the door. It's too early for running. 

"Hello, Derek," you say, opening the door with a put upon casualness. He blinks at you. He's wearing gym clothes, a sleeveless t-shirt and tight sweatpants. You wolf whistle before he can say hello himself. "Looking good. Early run?" 

"You're kidding," he says. 

"Am I ever? You look great! Did you want to come in– woah!" 

Deft-fingered hands pull you out of the doorway and firmly behind it. Spencer steps into your place, closing the door to a slit. "Hi, Morgan." 

"Reid. You're both kidding." 

"I don't know what you mean." Spencer rakes a hand through his sleep mussed hair. You try to ignore how much you enjoyed him moving you around. 

"Reid, I just saw her!" Morgan laughs more happily than incredulously. You can't see him but you can picture his smile and his slightly slouched posture, his arms crossed over his chest. "Since when do you guys bunk up? You're a jerk, you know that? I'm always telling her to stop bothering you, but now I'm thinking you like being bothered." 

"I never asked you to do that," Spencer says weakly. 

You nudge Spencer aside gently, popping your head back into Morgan's view. "My AC broke, my apartment's a hot hell. Reid let me come over." 

"Oh yeah?" Morgan asks, rolling his eyes. "That why he tried to hide you? What's so secret about broken AC?" 

"He's a genius, he's not perfect. I'm sure he was just trying to protect my decency. I'm not dressed for company." You put a more than friendly hand on Spencer's back, the dip of it like a tempting line under his thin sleep shirt. You want more than anything to dig under his shirt and feel along the curve of it. You'd pictured it this morning, eating eggs and drinking coffee under his arm, your fingertips tracing the short wall of stretch marks he has just above his coccyx.  

Spencer rolls with your lie as well as he's able to, which, having been caught off guard, is not very well at all. "Right. She's not wearing a bra." 

You snort. Morgan laughs and almost turns around to walk away. 

"Did you want breakfast?" Spencer asks weakly. He sounds resigned to his fate. Skewed, he uses the hand furthest away from you to reach behind his back and squeeze your hand in a swift apology. 

"I'll pass, man." Morgan pulls his cap down a touch. "Sounds like you're having breakfast fit for two."