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Chapter Title: Sorry
Title: Here Comes Baby (15/16)
Author name: allkindsoffics
Main Pairings: Morgan/Reid/Prentiss
Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, the team
Rating: pg/pg-13 (overall nc-17)
Word count: 2479
Warnings/Spoilers: threesome relationship
Part of To Pick Up
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: The aftermath of a gunshot.
Author’s Note: I love feedback, thanks!
DEREK INTERLUDE
He pulls the vest over his head, and he can see the side glare Spencer is throwing at him as he moves closer to Derek’s side. Spencer thinks the unsub is more dangerous than the rest of the team; he thinks he’s more than capable of killing a BAU agent. The rest of the team disagrees; they think the young man has been pushed into a corner and needs to be talked down.
He knows he’s challenging Spencer by removing his Kevlar and he can see how weary Spencer looks, but he can see Hotch creeping slowly into the room.
“I know you’ve been cornered and I know you didn’t mean for all those bad things to happen, so just put your gun down and I can help you,” he cajoles using the voice he usually reserves for calming Charlotte. The unsubs eyes flash dangerously and before Derek can pull his gun, the unsub raises his gun and fires one straight at Derek’s chest. He’s expecting pain, but he doesn’t get it. He opens his eyes to watch Spencer fall before him. Spencer’s shot misses, but Hotch’s doesn’t and the unsub falls loudly to the ground. Derek looks at Hotch who nods as he moves towards the unsub and calls for an ambulance; Derek kneels next to Spencer and can barely hold back a horrified sob. Blood is spurting out of an artery near his clavicle.
“Reid,” he shouts as he presses his t-shirt against his shoulder and Spencer moans loudly, “Come on, Pretty Boy, stay with me.”
“Derek,” Reid puffs shallowly, “No narcotic pain killers.”
“I know,” he responds.
“Charlotte,” he gasps, “…Love her.”
“Don’t do that, Spence,” Derek pleads.
BREAK
“Garcia, what happened?”
“Spencer,” Garcia sobs harshly, “jumped in front of Derek. His clavicle, subclavian artery, and sternocleidomastoid muscle were torn through by the bullet. He’s in surgery now.”
“Can you get me a ticket to Savannah?”
“Already booked. It leaves in three hours.”
“You’re an angel you know that.”
“Go check on the junior G man; we need him.”
“Garcia, thank you.”
She goes on a wild rampage, collecting enough things to last them the trip, hopefully. She’s out the door and in a waiting taxi with Charlotte in her baby carrier within forty-five minutes.
When she arrives at the hospital, JJ is in manager mode talking to nurses, Hotch is pacing, Blake and Rossi look like they’re praying, and Derek’s head is between his arms. Emily removes Charlotte from her carrier and she wiggles out of her grasp. She totters over to Derek and thumps his head.
“Dada,” she says, and to Emily it sounds like a question.
“Hey, baby girl,” Derek says, raising his head. She toddles back to Emily to the diaper bag and takes out two board books. She patters back, sets the books on him, and reaches toward him to be picked up. She sits raptly listening to her father. His voice is wrecked and Emily knows it’s from crying. His eyes are puffy and she sits next to him, resting her hand on his thigh. She squeezes firmly and he glances at her. He shifts Charlotte and the book, so he can pull Emily into his side. The minute she’s under his arm and relaxes into his body, she starts crying. Silent, body-wracking tears. When she starts, Derek can’t help it. He finishes the story, places the book down, presses a kiss to the top of Emily’s head, and cries. Charlotte turns around to stand on his leg. She looks confused and touches Derek’s face.
“Dada,” she says.
“Baby.”
She smacks his cheek with her palm. When he keeps crying, she looks more confused, her face crinkles up, and she begins to cry. Her tears aren’t quiet like her parents; she snivels loudly.
“Baby girl,” Derek whispers into her hair holding her close to his body.
Emily regains some of her composure and rubs her back softly.
“Charlotte, honey, don’t cry,” Emily croons, even though her voice is rough and she’s being a hypocrite.
“Mama,” Charlotte says and grapples for Emily’s face.
“We’ve gotta pull it together,” Derek whispers down to her.
“I know.”
They sit for a long time cuddled together until a doctor comes out of the door to speak to them.
He assures them that Spencer is out of the woods. They ask to see him and the doctor agrees, but he encourages them to leave once they see him. The doctor will be bringing him out of anesthesia the next afternoon at the earliest, and the doctor is positive they all need their rest. Derek and Emily go in together and leave Charlotte with JJ.
He’s patched up well but seeing him in a hospital bed still makes Emily’s heart race. She looks at Derek and knows he’s feeling the same way. She squeezes his hand tightly.
“Fuck, Emily, I was being such an idiot.”
Emily shushes him and kisses Spencer cheek lightly. Derek kisses his forehead and rubs gentle circles on the hand connected to the uninjured arm.
“I’m sorry, Pretty Boy, so fucking sorry and I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” Derek promises, “I know you’ll hate that it took this to make me say it, but please, Pretty Boy, I couldn’t stand the thought. I’d spent this whole time just waiting for you to come back. I never imagined a time when you weren’t in our lives and today… Today, when you dropped like that I thought about what it would mean for me, for Emily, but especially for Charlotte. And…And I realized that we’re a family and we’re missing you and that’s my fault. God, Pretty Boy, it’s my fault and I love you.”
“You’ll say that again when he’s awake,” Emily orders and Derek nods.
“Just practicing,” Derek reassures.
They go back to the hotel and while Garcia has called for a crib, they curl around Charlotte and let her sleep between them. They all sleep for hours, waking up ready to see Spencer.
After lunch, they head to the hospital where Spencer has been taken off anesthesia. They sit by his bedside and wait. It comes slowly and his eyes flutter numerous times before he finally opens his eyes and looks at them.
“Derek,” Spencer whispers.
“I’m here,” Derek says.
“Papa,” Charlotte yells shrilly.
“So are we,” Emily says; her voice tinted with amusement.
“Emily,” Spencer gasps, “Hi Charlotte, sweetheart.”
“Pa pa pa pa,” Charlotte squeals.
His body stiffens as he comes to some sort of realization, “Why are you here?”
“Spence,” Emily sighs.
“Not you, him.”
“Pretty Boy.”
“Don’t.”
“I’m sorry, Pretty Boy, I’m so sorry. For everything, everything I ever said to you. God, I’m sorry.”
The laugh is weak, but the intention spot on. It hits Derek in the gut and Emily watches him recoil.
“Spencer, I know what I said and what I did was horrible. I know that I have so much to mend and I know that this is not how you would want me to apologize, but, Jesus, Spencer, I’m sorry. You jumped in front of that gun for me, and damn it, I didn’t want you to because you mean so much to me and this family. We need you Spencer, I need you.”
Spencer looks at him, exhales slowly, and responds, “I think you should leave, Derek.”
“Pretty Boy.”
“Please, Morgan, just go.”
Derek gets up to leave and as he walks by Emily reaches out to squeeze his hand. His eyes are red-rimmed and Emily wants to jump up and down in frustration.
“Spencer.”
“Don’t Emily; he only feels a sense of obligation since I saved his life.”
“Stop being stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“You’re right,” she exhales, “it’s fucking inane.”
“The likelihood of the same conversation sparking when something happens to Charlotte is high, and I can’t manage that. He’ll never believe I love her as much as he does.”
“So this is a pride thing?”
“No, it’s an ‘I can’t have the person I love think I don’t love our child’ thing.”
“Derek was upset, and he knew exactly what to say to make it hurt.”
“Emily, I can’t handle it; you need to accept that.”
“Spencer, I can’t, but I don’t want to fight you, especially right now.”
“Then don’t.”
“This isn’t over.”
“I know.”
The doctors monitor him for another few days before releasing him; however, they encourage him to stay with someone so he can get adequate care and rest.
“Spencer, come home with us,” Emily insists, bouncing Charlotte on her hip.
“I don’t like the idea of being in your house.”
“Our home, Spencer, it’s our home.”
“Emily, I haven’t lived there in a long time.”
“A house is not a home.”
Spencer’s lips turn up at a reference to one of Derek’s favorite artists.
“All right,” he concedes.
SPENCER INTERLUDE
The adjustment to this new living arrangement takes a couple of weeks and Derek and Spencer don’t talk. Spencer feels strangely as he goes to bed alone in the master bedroom. Charlotte spends a lot of time with Spencer and Emily gets a lot of her work done. It’s with Spencer that Charlotte says her first phrase.
“Papa,” Charlotte whines, waving a book at him. He’s trying to put his shirt on by himself and it’s a long arduous process.
“Papa, book now,” she demands, and his shirt drops to the floor.
“Charlotte, what did you just say?” He says gleefully.
“Book now, Papa,” she clearly doesn’t understand his glee and throws the book at him, “book now, book now, book now.”
“Emily, Derek,” Spencer yells in a fit of hysterical joy. He hears the rough patter of feet, and Emily and Derek slide into the bedroom.
“Charlotte, what did you say?” Spencer asks excitedly. She scrunches her face and pounds her hands into the bed.
“Book now, Papa.”
“Baby girl, look at you. You’re such a big girl,” Derek says, swinging Charlotte up and tossing her into the air. She giggles manically, but when Derek settles her onto his hip, she demands again.
“Book now, Dada.”
“Okay, darling,” he says, sliding onto the bed and picking up one of her books, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. She listens raptly as he read, “Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me ... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
He finishes the poem and she smiles at him and then request, “Book, Papa.”
But she doesn’t crawl into his lap, she cuddles further into Derek and looks fixedly at Spencer.
“Papa, book now.”
“All right,” he gingerly sits next to them and opens up Where the Wild Things Are.
He finishes reading and Emily picks Charlotte up to feed her. It’s just Derek and Spencer in the room now and Spencer is still half-naked from when he dropped his shirt on the ground.
“Let me help you, Reid,” Derek says softly.
“I can do it.”
“I know that, but I want to help.”
Derek picks up the shirt and gently slides it over the younger man’s head, helping him adjust it and get it over his patched neck and shoulder. Derek’s hands gently brush Spencer’s hips and the slender man squeezes his eyes closed.
“She really loves you,” Derek concedes softly; his hands shoved into his pockets.
“I love her,” Spencer returns firmly.
“I know,” Derek responds emotionally; his voice and eyes are watery, “I’m sorry, Pretty Boy, so sorry.”
“I know and thank you,” Spencer says.
“Can we fix this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Can we try? Can I try? Please, Spence, just let me try to make this better.”
“Okay.”
There’s a long pause where they just look at each other.
“May I kiss you,” Derek asks; Spencer has always been pleased and a little startled by Derek’s permission seeking. He nods shortly; Derek cups Spencer’s face in both hands and lightly presses their lips together. His lips are plush and warm and everything Spencer missed; he’s so close to giving into the kiss, but he holds back.
“Thank you,” Derek whispers as he presses another kiss to Spencer’s forehead, “I’ll make this up to you, Spence, I promise.”
Spencer rushes out of the room as Derek flops onto the bed. He finds Emily and Charlotte in the kitchen. Emily throws him a look of concern but continues feeding Charlotte.
BREAK
“What happened?” Emily asks softly; her pulse raising and blood pressure skyrocketing at the caged look on Spencer’s face.
“He kissed me and I ...”
“Fuck, Derek, I told him to wait,” Emily groans and Spencer laughs suddenly.
“You know he asked permission,” Spencer reminds and Emily looks shame-facedly.
“I thought you were going to say you didn’t want it.”
“No, I wanted so much more.”
“Shit,” Emily swears after she drops the spoonful of yogurt at her surprise.
“You shouldn’t swear in front of a baby just developing her language skills; unless you want her next word to be an expletive,” Spencer lectures, and Emily throws him a dangerous look. “You could also let her start feeding herself.”
“I’ve missed you,” Emily says as she laughs as she wipes her hands on a kitchen towel. She stands in front of him and looks at him intently. “Can I kiss you too?”
“Yes.”
She holds the back of his neck and leans in to kiss him. It’s hesitant at first but with his good arm Spencer draws her closer. When she pulls away, she leans next to his ear and whispers, “God, I’ve missed you,” as she kisses the delicate place right below his ear that always makes him purr.
“You don’t play fair, Prentiss.”
“Who said I would?”
That night, after Charlotte is in her crib, the three of them join in the living room to watch TV.
“Sit here, Spence,” Derek says slapping the cushion next to him, Spencer throws him an inquisitive look, and he amends with, “Please?”
Emily smiles from the other side of Derek as Spencer tentatively sits next to him. They don’t touch for a long while; Derek keeps his hand on the back of the couch, so as not to disturb Spencer’s bad shoulder and Spencer sits pole-straight. After an hour of precise movements, Spencer leans into Derek’s side resting a hand on his thigh. Derek’s smile is tiny, but Emily’s takes up her whole face. She leans harder into Derek’s other side and reaches to intertwine her fingers with Spencer’s. As they move to get up and go to bed, Spencer pulls Derek into a kiss, which Derek returns earnestly. Emily can’t contain her joy and caresses both of their necks.
“Darlin’,” Derek whispers.
“Thank you,” Spencer says.
“No, thank you; there’s nothing to thank me for.”
“Never ruin an apology with an excuse.”-Kimberly Johnson
Title: Here Comes Baby (15/16)
Author name: allkindsoffics
Main Pairings: Morgan/Reid/Prentiss
Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, the team
Rating: pg/pg-13 (overall nc-17)
Word count: 2479
Warnings/Spoilers: threesome relationship
Part of To Pick Up
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: The aftermath of a gunshot.
Author’s Note: I love feedback, thanks!
DEREK INTERLUDE
He pulls the vest over his head, and he can see the side glare Spencer is throwing at him as he moves closer to Derek’s side. Spencer thinks the unsub is more dangerous than the rest of the team; he thinks he’s more than capable of killing a BAU agent. The rest of the team disagrees; they think the young man has been pushed into a corner and needs to be talked down.
He knows he’s challenging Spencer by removing his Kevlar and he can see how weary Spencer looks, but he can see Hotch creeping slowly into the room.
“I know you’ve been cornered and I know you didn’t mean for all those bad things to happen, so just put your gun down and I can help you,” he cajoles using the voice he usually reserves for calming Charlotte. The unsubs eyes flash dangerously and before Derek can pull his gun, the unsub raises his gun and fires one straight at Derek’s chest. He’s expecting pain, but he doesn’t get it. He opens his eyes to watch Spencer fall before him. Spencer’s shot misses, but Hotch’s doesn’t and the unsub falls loudly to the ground. Derek looks at Hotch who nods as he moves towards the unsub and calls for an ambulance; Derek kneels next to Spencer and can barely hold back a horrified sob. Blood is spurting out of an artery near his clavicle.
“Reid,” he shouts as he presses his t-shirt against his shoulder and Spencer moans loudly, “Come on, Pretty Boy, stay with me.”
“Derek,” Reid puffs shallowly, “No narcotic pain killers.”
“I know,” he responds.
“Charlotte,” he gasps, “…Love her.”
“Don’t do that, Spence,” Derek pleads.
BREAK
“Garcia, what happened?”
“Spencer,” Garcia sobs harshly, “jumped in front of Derek. His clavicle, subclavian artery, and sternocleidomastoid muscle were torn through by the bullet. He’s in surgery now.”
“Can you get me a ticket to Savannah?”
“Already booked. It leaves in three hours.”
“You’re an angel you know that.”
“Go check on the junior G man; we need him.”
“Garcia, thank you.”
She goes on a wild rampage, collecting enough things to last them the trip, hopefully. She’s out the door and in a waiting taxi with Charlotte in her baby carrier within forty-five minutes.
When she arrives at the hospital, JJ is in manager mode talking to nurses, Hotch is pacing, Blake and Rossi look like they’re praying, and Derek’s head is between his arms. Emily removes Charlotte from her carrier and she wiggles out of her grasp. She totters over to Derek and thumps his head.
“Dada,” she says, and to Emily it sounds like a question.
“Hey, baby girl,” Derek says, raising his head. She toddles back to Emily to the diaper bag and takes out two board books. She patters back, sets the books on him, and reaches toward him to be picked up. She sits raptly listening to her father. His voice is wrecked and Emily knows it’s from crying. His eyes are puffy and she sits next to him, resting her hand on his thigh. She squeezes firmly and he glances at her. He shifts Charlotte and the book, so he can pull Emily into his side. The minute she’s under his arm and relaxes into his body, she starts crying. Silent, body-wracking tears. When she starts, Derek can’t help it. He finishes the story, places the book down, presses a kiss to the top of Emily’s head, and cries. Charlotte turns around to stand on his leg. She looks confused and touches Derek’s face.
“Dada,” she says.
“Baby.”
She smacks his cheek with her palm. When he keeps crying, she looks more confused, her face crinkles up, and she begins to cry. Her tears aren’t quiet like her parents; she snivels loudly.
“Baby girl,” Derek whispers into her hair holding her close to his body.
Emily regains some of her composure and rubs her back softly.
“Charlotte, honey, don’t cry,” Emily croons, even though her voice is rough and she’s being a hypocrite.
“Mama,” Charlotte says and grapples for Emily’s face.
“We’ve gotta pull it together,” Derek whispers down to her.
“I know.”
They sit for a long time cuddled together until a doctor comes out of the door to speak to them.
He assures them that Spencer is out of the woods. They ask to see him and the doctor agrees, but he encourages them to leave once they see him. The doctor will be bringing him out of anesthesia the next afternoon at the earliest, and the doctor is positive they all need their rest. Derek and Emily go in together and leave Charlotte with JJ.
He’s patched up well but seeing him in a hospital bed still makes Emily’s heart race. She looks at Derek and knows he’s feeling the same way. She squeezes his hand tightly.
“Fuck, Emily, I was being such an idiot.”
Emily shushes him and kisses Spencer cheek lightly. Derek kisses his forehead and rubs gentle circles on the hand connected to the uninjured arm.
“I’m sorry, Pretty Boy, so fucking sorry and I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” Derek promises, “I know you’ll hate that it took this to make me say it, but please, Pretty Boy, I couldn’t stand the thought. I’d spent this whole time just waiting for you to come back. I never imagined a time when you weren’t in our lives and today… Today, when you dropped like that I thought about what it would mean for me, for Emily, but especially for Charlotte. And…And I realized that we’re a family and we’re missing you and that’s my fault. God, Pretty Boy, it’s my fault and I love you.”
“You’ll say that again when he’s awake,” Emily orders and Derek nods.
“Just practicing,” Derek reassures.
They go back to the hotel and while Garcia has called for a crib, they curl around Charlotte and let her sleep between them. They all sleep for hours, waking up ready to see Spencer.
After lunch, they head to the hospital where Spencer has been taken off anesthesia. They sit by his bedside and wait. It comes slowly and his eyes flutter numerous times before he finally opens his eyes and looks at them.
“Derek,” Spencer whispers.
“I’m here,” Derek says.
“Papa,” Charlotte yells shrilly.
“So are we,” Emily says; her voice tinted with amusement.
“Emily,” Spencer gasps, “Hi Charlotte, sweetheart.”
“Pa pa pa pa,” Charlotte squeals.
His body stiffens as he comes to some sort of realization, “Why are you here?”
“Spence,” Emily sighs.
“Not you, him.”
“Pretty Boy.”
“Don’t.”
“I’m sorry, Pretty Boy, I’m so sorry. For everything, everything I ever said to you. God, I’m sorry.”
The laugh is weak, but the intention spot on. It hits Derek in the gut and Emily watches him recoil.
“Spencer, I know what I said and what I did was horrible. I know that I have so much to mend and I know that this is not how you would want me to apologize, but, Jesus, Spencer, I’m sorry. You jumped in front of that gun for me, and damn it, I didn’t want you to because you mean so much to me and this family. We need you Spencer, I need you.”
Spencer looks at him, exhales slowly, and responds, “I think you should leave, Derek.”
“Pretty Boy.”
“Please, Morgan, just go.”
Derek gets up to leave and as he walks by Emily reaches out to squeeze his hand. His eyes are red-rimmed and Emily wants to jump up and down in frustration.
“Spencer.”
“Don’t Emily; he only feels a sense of obligation since I saved his life.”
“Stop being stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“You’re right,” she exhales, “it’s fucking inane.”
“The likelihood of the same conversation sparking when something happens to Charlotte is high, and I can’t manage that. He’ll never believe I love her as much as he does.”
“So this is a pride thing?”
“No, it’s an ‘I can’t have the person I love think I don’t love our child’ thing.”
“Derek was upset, and he knew exactly what to say to make it hurt.”
“Emily, I can’t handle it; you need to accept that.”
“Spencer, I can’t, but I don’t want to fight you, especially right now.”
“Then don’t.”
“This isn’t over.”
“I know.”
The doctors monitor him for another few days before releasing him; however, they encourage him to stay with someone so he can get adequate care and rest.
“Spencer, come home with us,” Emily insists, bouncing Charlotte on her hip.
“I don’t like the idea of being in your house.”
“Our home, Spencer, it’s our home.”
“Emily, I haven’t lived there in a long time.”
“A house is not a home.”
Spencer’s lips turn up at a reference to one of Derek’s favorite artists.
“All right,” he concedes.
SPENCER INTERLUDE
The adjustment to this new living arrangement takes a couple of weeks and Derek and Spencer don’t talk. Spencer feels strangely as he goes to bed alone in the master bedroom. Charlotte spends a lot of time with Spencer and Emily gets a lot of her work done. It’s with Spencer that Charlotte says her first phrase.
“Papa,” Charlotte whines, waving a book at him. He’s trying to put his shirt on by himself and it’s a long arduous process.
“Papa, book now,” she demands, and his shirt drops to the floor.
“Charlotte, what did you just say?” He says gleefully.
“Book now, Papa,” she clearly doesn’t understand his glee and throws the book at him, “book now, book now, book now.”
“Emily, Derek,” Spencer yells in a fit of hysterical joy. He hears the rough patter of feet, and Emily and Derek slide into the bedroom.
“Charlotte, what did you say?” Spencer asks excitedly. She scrunches her face and pounds her hands into the bed.
“Book now, Papa.”
“Baby girl, look at you. You’re such a big girl,” Derek says, swinging Charlotte up and tossing her into the air. She giggles manically, but when Derek settles her onto his hip, she demands again.
“Book now, Dada.”
“Okay, darling,” he says, sliding onto the bed and picking up one of her books, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. She listens raptly as he read, “Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me ... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
He finishes the poem and she smiles at him and then request, “Book, Papa.”
But she doesn’t crawl into his lap, she cuddles further into Derek and looks fixedly at Spencer.
“Papa, book now.”
“All right,” he gingerly sits next to them and opens up Where the Wild Things Are.
He finishes reading and Emily picks Charlotte up to feed her. It’s just Derek and Spencer in the room now and Spencer is still half-naked from when he dropped his shirt on the ground.
“Let me help you, Reid,” Derek says softly.
“I can do it.”
“I know that, but I want to help.”
Derek picks up the shirt and gently slides it over the younger man’s head, helping him adjust it and get it over his patched neck and shoulder. Derek’s hands gently brush Spencer’s hips and the slender man squeezes his eyes closed.
“She really loves you,” Derek concedes softly; his hands shoved into his pockets.
“I love her,” Spencer returns firmly.
“I know,” Derek responds emotionally; his voice and eyes are watery, “I’m sorry, Pretty Boy, so sorry.”
“I know and thank you,” Spencer says.
“Can we fix this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Can we try? Can I try? Please, Spence, just let me try to make this better.”
“Okay.”
There’s a long pause where they just look at each other.
“May I kiss you,” Derek asks; Spencer has always been pleased and a little startled by Derek’s permission seeking. He nods shortly; Derek cups Spencer’s face in both hands and lightly presses their lips together. His lips are plush and warm and everything Spencer missed; he’s so close to giving into the kiss, but he holds back.
“Thank you,” Derek whispers as he presses another kiss to Spencer’s forehead, “I’ll make this up to you, Spence, I promise.”
Spencer rushes out of the room as Derek flops onto the bed. He finds Emily and Charlotte in the kitchen. Emily throws him a look of concern but continues feeding Charlotte.
BREAK
“What happened?” Emily asks softly; her pulse raising and blood pressure skyrocketing at the caged look on Spencer’s face.
“He kissed me and I ...”
“Fuck, Derek, I told him to wait,” Emily groans and Spencer laughs suddenly.
“You know he asked permission,” Spencer reminds and Emily looks shame-facedly.
“I thought you were going to say you didn’t want it.”
“No, I wanted so much more.”
“Shit,” Emily swears after she drops the spoonful of yogurt at her surprise.
“You shouldn’t swear in front of a baby just developing her language skills; unless you want her next word to be an expletive,” Spencer lectures, and Emily throws him a dangerous look. “You could also let her start feeding herself.”
“I’ve missed you,” Emily says as she laughs as she wipes her hands on a kitchen towel. She stands in front of him and looks at him intently. “Can I kiss you too?”
“Yes.”
She holds the back of his neck and leans in to kiss him. It’s hesitant at first but with his good arm Spencer draws her closer. When she pulls away, she leans next to his ear and whispers, “God, I’ve missed you,” as she kisses the delicate place right below his ear that always makes him purr.
“You don’t play fair, Prentiss.”
“Who said I would?”
That night, after Charlotte is in her crib, the three of them join in the living room to watch TV.
“Sit here, Spence,” Derek says slapping the cushion next to him, Spencer throws him an inquisitive look, and he amends with, “Please?”
Emily smiles from the other side of Derek as Spencer tentatively sits next to him. They don’t touch for a long while; Derek keeps his hand on the back of the couch, so as not to disturb Spencer’s bad shoulder and Spencer sits pole-straight. After an hour of precise movements, Spencer leans into Derek’s side resting a hand on his thigh. Derek’s smile is tiny, but Emily’s takes up her whole face. She leans harder into Derek’s other side and reaches to intertwine her fingers with Spencer’s. As they move to get up and go to bed, Spencer pulls Derek into a kiss, which Derek returns earnestly. Emily can’t contain her joy and caresses both of their necks.
“Darlin’,” Derek whispers.
“Thank you,” Spencer says.
“No, thank you; there’s nothing to thank me for.”
“Never ruin an apology with an excuse.”-Kimberly Johnson