The next day that I had showed up for work, everyone wouldn't stop staring at me. I couldn't turn a corner without people giving me accusing eyes. I felt like everyone was making it my fault. My fault that he had left. But it wasn't my fault! It wasn't! I wanted him to stay just as much as the rest of you did! More than the rest of you. It was Strauss' fault, for wanting to feel like she was superior to the rest of us. If it wasn't for her, and wanting to only have things her way, she would have seen that we were a great team, and much better than the people that she's trying to replace us with. She had even went as far as to give me a new partner. He's name is Jake Matthews. He's a cocky son of a bitch. He thinks that he can do whatever he wants, and doesn't care who gets in his way. Makes me sick! I can't believe she made me his partner, but at the same time, I couldn't put it past her.

I had ended up telling everyone that Derek and I had in fact been a couple, and that was why he was reassigned. They all went as if it wasn't a big deal. They had told me that they had had their suspension when we watched those taps during the case, and that it was made evident when he was reassigned. They were happy for us, up to that point. Now we all had to deal with Jake, and his I don't care attitude. 5 months into the reassignment, Derek's texts and calls got shorter, and shorter. Which meant that he was starting to get deeper into the operation. Both good and bad things. Because that meant that I worried a lot more, and that there was no telling if he had been made or not. This was starting to drive me out of my mind. Month 6, my wounds had healed well, but no calls or text from Derek still. Nothing. I couldn't take it anymore, I was set on going home to my empty apartment, and have the strongest drink I could find. But it turn out like that. Instead, everyone decided to go out to a bar. Let loose a little bit. Thinking that was a much better idea, because I didn't have to drink alone, I said yes to going.

So here we are, sitting at a bar laughing, and having fun. Something that we all needed very much. Even with Jake there. It wasn't that bad. Then my phone rings. I look at it, and see that it's Derek calling me. This night just keeps getting better and better doesn't it? So I run outside to answer it. "Hello?" I say, with my heart pounding with every second that he didn't speak. "Pretty Boy?" I let out a breath. "Derek!" "It's nice to heat you too babe." He laughs on the other end. "Oh my gosh! Where are you?" "I can't say, but know that I'm almost close to coming home." If it was possible, my smile got wider. "Really?" "Yes. Really." Then it sounded like a door was opening on his side of the phone. "Look Pretty Boy. I have to go." He said, before I could get another word out. He hung up the phone. "Love you." I said, as I hung up the phone.

So excited about the news, ran back into the bar to tell the rest of the team. They were so excited to hear the news, but I saw Jake walk off from us. It made me wonder why he seemed to be down by the news. So I walked over to him. "Hey. Jake? What's wrong?" He took a swig of his beer. "What do you think. Your precious Derek is on his way back to the 'team'." He said, with sarcasm. I shook my head, and took a sit next to him. "Look Jake, I know it makes unhappy that he's coming back, because you'll have to leave the BAU, but you can always find another job in the system." I said, giving him a reassuring smile. "Not what I'm worried about." I was confused then. "Then what is your problem?" He took another swig of his beer, and looked at me. "I'm upset at the fact that he's just going to waltz his way back in here, ans sweep you up off your feet, like he was never gone." I leaned back from him. "What does that have to do with you." He stood up, and leaned over me then. With a lopsided smile, and shook his head. "Don't you get it Reid? I like you." 'What?' "What?" I said, but before I could get another word out, his lips were on mine. I froze. 'What the hell?'

Taking that as a sign that didn't have a problem with his kissing me, he moved his tongue over my bottom lip. Then pushed him off me, causing the rest of his beer to waste over him. "What the hell dude?" I yelled, wiping my month. "What are you doing?" That was when the whole team got up to see what was going on. "What's going on?" Rossi asked, walking up to us. I looked between him and Jake. "You tell me?" I said, to Jake. He looked between me and Rossi, and put his hands up in defeat. "Forget it!" Then he walked off, and out of the bar. "Reid, you okay?" Hotch asked, walking up beside Rossi. I wiped my month one last time. "Yeah. I will be as soon as I get this taste out of my mouth."

Derek POV

Man this is hell! I can't wait to get back to Spencer, and the rest of the team. This has been one hell of a mission. But it was worth it. It's given me time to think about me and Spencer, and how much I really do love that guy. Just thinking about him makes me smile. I hadn't been able to talk to him in months, but hearing his voice on the other end of that phone, and how happy he was to hear from me, made my day. Now, all I have to do is wait for back up to come so we can end this mission. So as I put my phone back into my pocket, and walk out the room, I walk back to gang members in the ally across for the warehouse. "Finish doing what you gotta do?" Rain said, with a pat on my shoulder. "Yeah. I'm finished." I said, looking between the rest of the group. "Good. Now lets got make this drop, so we can roll." He said, as the rest of them followed him down the ally. Just one week. Here I come Spencer.