Last chapter! I'm going to miss writing this story, haha! But I have plans for another one to start right after this one! Thanks to everyone who read and review!
BUSINESS AS USUAL
Another week had passed and Spencer was finally back at work. He was still confined to desk work, but it was better than sitting at home and doing nothing. He grinned to himself as he quickly wrote out a report for the latest case. He was very happy to be back.
"Ok, nobody looks that excited about paperwork," Emily said, approaching Spencer's desk.
Spencer looked up and smiled. "It's better than what I had been doing. I have those two books for you, by the way. Thanks for letting me borrow them."
Emily raised her eyebrows in mild surprise. "The ones I gave you two days ago? You read them already?"
"It took me couple hours," Spencer said casually as he double-checked the report that he had just finished. He looked back up at her. "You have something else I can write?"
Emily shook her head dumbly. "No, sorry. I guess you're the one who stole all the other case files off my desk and wrote the reports for those too?"
Spencer blushed slightly. "I, um, just wanted something to do."
Emily smiled. "Well I guess that means I can leave early tonight, no paperwork." She leaned on his desk and looked down at him. "How do you feel?"
"Better," Spencer said truthfully. "A little sore sometimes if I do a lot of walking, but I'm good. I'm glad I can finally move my arm now too." He indicated that his arm was no longer in the sling. "Hopefully Hotch decides to let me back in the field soon."
Emily nodded and turned around when she heard Derek and Hotch talking. "Hi, guys," she said as the other two men walked around the corner.
Derek smiled and Hotch simply nodded, both approaching the desk. "Checking to see what Pretty Boy is up to?" Derek asked, smiling down at his young lover.
"He stole all my paperwork," Emily said, smiling at Spencer and walking away. "I'd lock your office if I were you."
Derek laughed and looked down to see Spencer blushing again. "I'm glad you're back, Spence."
"We all are," Hotch added, looking down at his agent. "I see you're pretty much caught up on everything." He looked to the side of Spencer's desk where there were at least fifteen folders stacked neatly. "How long did it take you to do all those?"
"About forty minutes," Spencer said quietly, sliding down in his seat.
Hotch just stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. "Well, take a break. Can I see you in my office? I have something to discuss with you."
Yeah, I'll over in a minute," Spencer said. He watched Hotch leave and then he looked at Derek. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, it's good news," Derek said with a smile as he pulled Spencer out of his chair. "I already know about it of course. He put his arms round Spencer and hugged him tightly. "I love you."
Spencer smiled and hugged Derek tighter. "I love you too…now tell me what's going on."
Derek laughed and pulled back. "Go find out yourself, I'll be waiting here when you get back."
Spencer grinned at him and left, walking to Hotch's office. He knocked on the doorframe before entering. "Do you want me to shut the door?"
"You don't have to," Hotch said. He pointed to a chair in front of his desk. "You can sit down if you want."
Spencer did as he was told. He knew Hotch was still a little nervous about him moving around so much still. "Well Derek told me it was good news, are you letting me go back into the field?"
"Not yet," Hotch said. He frowned a little when Spencer looked down sadly. "But there is good news." He slid a piece of paper across the table and waited for Spencer to pick it up. "This is an address to a place I found. It's about a half an hour from here. It's a place similar to the home your mother was in, but it's set up a little differently. The people here are able to cook on their own and other things. Their room is like a small apartment. It helps make the occupant feel more independent, and there are a lot of records showing great improvement in the people there that have situations similar to that of your mother." He stopped for a moment to let Spencer look at the paper. "I thought it might be a good place to move your mother. I already discussed it with the people in the ward they currently have her; they think it would be fine. I just wanted to show you first to see what you thought about it."
Spencer stared at the paper. He wasn't sure what to say right off the bat. He finally looked up at Hotch, tears forming in his eyes. "This…this is great, Hotch."
Hotch smiled lightly. "I figured since she would be closer to you, she would get to see you more often. She might not be as stressed out."
Spencer nodded as a tear slid down his face. He wiped it away quickly. "I don't know how to thank you, Hotch," he said quietly.
"You don't have to, it was the least I could do after what happened." Hotch looked down at his desk, fidgeting with a pen.
Spencer swallowed and looked at his boss. "Hotch…it wasn't your fault what happened. I shouldn't have provoked her."
"Reid…I shouldn't have used that megaphone," Hotch said sadly.
There was a moment of silence between the men before Hotch finally stood up and walked around his desk. "If you want, everything can be moved to the new place from the old one today. Your mother will be able to get settled quicker."
Spencer stood up and nodded. He folded the paper and stuck it in his back pocket. He wasn't sure what to say still, so he simply stared at Hotch. He finally lost it, reaching forward and hugging the man. "Thank you, Hotch," he said quietly. He tried desperately to hold back tears as he felt the other man hug him back. He looked up and smiled when Derek entered the office.
"Told you it was good news," Derek said with a smile as he leaned against the doorframe.
Hotch finally let go of Spencer and backed up. "You can take the rest of the day off if you like, so you can get started moving in your mother's things." He looked over at Derek. "Morgan, you can go too if you wish."
"Thanks, Hotch," Derek said, gently taking Spencer by the arm and leading him out of the office. He looked at his young lover and smiled. "Do you need a tissue?"
"No, I'm ok," Spencer said, wiping away his remaining tears. He looked at Derek. "I'm so happy."
"I can tell," Derek said, putting his arm around Spencer. "Let's get our things and go."
Spencer nodded and followed Derek, excited to move his mother into a place closer to home.
Spencer set the last small box on the dresser and looked around the room. Hotch had been right, the place was perfect. The room had an apartment like feel. There was a bedroom with a connected bathroom, a living area, and even a small kitchen. There was also a powder room off to the side if there were ever any guests. It was a good size, much bigger and cozier than the one room that his mother had been in before. He looked over when Derek entered the room. "Hey, we can get started if you want."
"Sure thing," Derek said, opening one of the boxes on the floor.
The two men started unpacking everything for the bedroom. Spencer had let his mother look through a catalogue to pick her favorite bed set. He smiled when he pulled the same bed set from the box and helped Derek make up the bed. Once they were finished, he stepped back and admired it. "You know, I'm not much of a floral person, but this doesn't look half bad."
"It gives me some ideas of what I want to do in our bed when we get home tonight," Derek said, putting his arms around Spencer's waist.
Spencer blushed madly and smiled. "We should finish before you distract me too much."
The two men finished putting up the necessary curtains and placing the basic necessities in the bathroom and powder room. Spencer had also brought his mother's old pots and pans from home to use in the kitchen. The living area was pretty much already set up except for whatever rugs or pictures they put up.
"I thought she might like this picture," Spencer said, pulling out a frame with a picture of him and Derek snuggling under a tree.
Derek smiled. "I think she will too."
The men had soon finished, and Spencer went out to the just arriving van to get his mother. He led her into the building, clinging to her hand as she walked close to him. He could tell she was still nervous. "I really think you're going to like it here, Mom. I'm only a half and hour away, so I can visit you every week. There's even a kitchen where you can cook that pasta you miss making so much."
Diane smiled lightly. "It's not the same as that pasta at that old place. Mine is better."
Spencer smiled; glad to see his mother in higher spirits. He led her to her new room; letting her go once she was in the room. "Take a look around."
Diane inspected the room carefully, seeming glad that there was indeed a kitchen. She smiled a little when she saw the bed spread that she had picked. She stopped to look at the pictures on the shelves. She smiled widely when she saw the one of Derek and Spencer. She turned to the two men and smiled. "I really do like it here…that old place was like a cell."
Spencer walked towards her and gave her a hug. "I'm glad you like it, Mom."
Diane hugged Spencer back tightly. She looked over his shoulder at Derek, and beckoned for him to come join the hug as well.
Derek smiled as he approached them and Diane put her arm around him as well. He smiled down at Spencer and winked.
The two men stayed for about an hour to help Diane unpack whatever clothes she had, and to just sit around and talk. The finally decided it was time to go.
Spencer once again hugged Diane. "I'll see you later this week, ok?"
"Yes, I'm so glad you're so close now," Diane said. "So much better than Vegas."
Derek gave Diane a hug as well before he and Spencer left. Once they were out to the car, he turned to look at Spencer. He was relieved to see that the younger man looked happy. "It's great to see you with a real smile on your face again."
Spencer smiled at him. "It feels good to be happy again."
Derek started the car and pulled out of the lot. He took Spencer's hand in his and sighed in content. This is how it should be.
Now I'm sad that it's over. Hope you guys liked it, thanks to everyone who reviewed! Remember I'll be starting another CM fic soon, so be ready! On a more random note, I just realized that if you take the first three letters of the words in the title of this chapter, it spells BAU. Ha! I didn't plan that…ok, told you that was random.