"Stud Muffin!" Gracia cried out over the phone, which caused Morgan to hold the phone away from his ear.

"Hi Mama, how are you?" he asked while sitting inside of Tim Hortons. Spencer was talking so much about it, he figured that he should try it out.

"Just walked in my office, you?"

"Coffee and then going to work."

"You're alone?" She asked.

"I told Reid he needs to sleep in, he has a night class and he needs the extra sleep. If he doesn't then he is going to be running on caffeine and we both know how that will go," Morgan stated which made Gracia laugh.

"How are my two favorite lovebirds doing?"

"Undercover, trying to catch a serial killer, might be a person that my fiancé is going to school with," Derek reminded her and he could just see the eye roll Penelope is giving him.

"I know, I know. Some of his students seem a little wack-a-doodle. But you just said fiancé very sincerely and that makes my heart just burst with happiness."

"I have to make it convincing but truthfully is not that difficult. But umm…baby girl I am going to go, I was just checking in. I'm going to get a coffee for Spencer and then head for the office. Text me if any new information comes up?"

"Of course, my love. Gracia out," she said knowing if she pushed him any further he'll go deeper into the denial hole.

Morgan was halfway through with his coffee when he got back in line to get Spencer's order. He figured he would just leave it on the island with a note. Hoping the genius would still be sleeping or at least upstairs and he could slip in and out.

That hope was quickly slashed after he ordered and looked up to see the man of his thoughts was entering the shop. The younger agent was absorbed in a book and luckily the line was long enough that Morgan could get his attention before he ordered.

As soon as he grabbed his order, Morgan noticed a man go behind Spencer and was desperately trying to get his attention.

The mysterious man was just as tall as Spence but just as build as Morgan. A sharp jawline that was covered by a well-kept bread. His hair was black and straight and looked like it was just pushed back. It seemed that Spencer was trying to make polite talk but his face (and heart) dropped a little when the man put his arms around the FBI agent.

Something of a feeling came over Morgan and suddenly he felt the need to push the guy out of the door and far away from his genius.

"Babe!" Morgan yelled just a little too loud.

His mini outburst bought the attention of the whole shop but he didn't care because his attention was locked on his fiancé. Fake, fake fiancé he reminded himself. As soon as he yelled out, the mystery man immediately took his arm off of Spencer.

Reid smiled when the older agent was making his way over to him.

"Hey, I got your order. I was going to surprise you at home," he said while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, sorry I didn't know that you were with someone. Good luck in Buffalo." The dark-haired man said in a hurry while walking out the door.

"Thank you, I would think a book would get the message out that I don't want to talk." Spencer said while grabbing his drink from Morgan's hand.

"Anything for you," he said with a (knowing) hint of flirtation. "I thought you were supposed to be sleeping in?"

"I did!" Reid defended himself. "Its 8:30 I woke up 30 minutes ago. That is great compared to my normal 6:00 wake up."

Morgan rolled his eyes but smiled at Spencer's 'logic'. They walked out to the parking lot and was just leaning on Reid's car.

"Thank you for the coffee," he said after taking a few sips of it.

"What are you doing today?"

"I want to check out the Museum of Science and maybe the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, if I have time but I don't think I will so I'll save that for another day."

Morgan smiled to himself, even in a different city Reid was still Reid.

"Do you want to meet for lunch if I don't have a case? Hopefully I didn't just jinx myself."

"Sure. We do need to up our public appearance so yeah. Where?"

"I'll google some places or just ask my coworkers and I'll text you a place with the address. Your car has a GPS, use it!"

"There's nothing wrong with paper maps."

"And there is nothing wrong with embracing technology," Morgan reminded him.

Reid rolled his eyes while getting into his car. "Don't forget to text me," he yelled out before driving off.

Derek laughed as he watched Reid drive away. He knew deep, deep in his heart that maybe Baby Girl was onto something but he also knew that he was on assignment. Getting feelings for coworkers while both on assignment and just in general was overall dangerous.

His thoughts led him all the way to the office as he parked his car.

"Hey, it's Morgan right?" Derek heard someone yell as soon as he got out of his car.

He turned and saw a man about two inches taller than him, tan skin with blonde spiky hair. The agent looked right out of the academy but he also looked really familiar.

"Hey! Agent Owens right?"

"Call me Mark. I work over in language analysts."

"Ah. What languages do you speak?" The older agent asked out of pure curiosity.

"Spanish, Mandarin, Korean, Swahili, Russian, Hindi and French I am currently only proficient in Japanese and Portuguese."

"Damn kid that is pretty impressive."

Mark beamed with pride when Morgan said that.

"Thanks! Well after a really bad knee injury at UPenn that got me kicked out of baseball I had to do something with my time."

"That's where I know you from. You had the best batting record for like three years straight. You also had a wicked throw that only one person could ever hit."

"Yeah that was me, I've followed your career. I was surprised that you left the BAU to come up here and work."

"Yeah well…" Morgan said with a shrug. "Life happens."

"Don't I know it! But umm….I was wondering if you don't catch a case do you want to go out with me and some of us in the department for lunch? We were thinking Italian, there's a place called Marco's that is about 10 minutes from here."

"Italian sounds good, yeah 12:30 sounds good?"

"Totally," Owens said.

"Oh is it cool that I bring my fiancé along?" Morgan asked, seeing it was the perfect public appearance opportunity.

"Yeah, bring the soon-to-be Mrs." Owens said, "Meet at Marco's at 12:30?"

Derek only nodded and smiled before Mark left the elevator and the doors closed.

'Right Mrs…..' he thought.

As soon as he got off the elevator he pulled out his phone to text Spencer.

Morgan: How does Italian sound?

Pretty Boy: I was going to suggest that tomorrow for dinner. But yes Italian sounds great! Where?

Morgan: A place called Marco's

Pretty Boy: Cool! What time?

Morgan: Meet at 12:40. By the way the people were going with thinks that you're a girl.

Pretty Boy: Why do you think I am a female?"

Morgan: I asked can I bring my fiancé along and the guy just assumed I meant a female.

Pretty Boy: Okay

Pretty Boy: I will see you at 12:40.

Morgan: Don't forget to wear your ring!

Derek pocked his phone before bringing out his laptop and powering it up.

"Hey Morgan I was wondering if you can look into this cold case for me?" Ashley Wilson, a member of the team he was on asked a few minutes later.

"Yeah, fresh eyes is always good. What's the case?" He asked while taking the vanilla folder from her and opening it.

"A 20-year old was killed in a car crash just 5 days before her 21th birthday. Cops thought it was just from drunk driving because her BAC was .03. Which is legal in the US but since she was under 21…."

"It is still illegal," he chimed in.

"Exactly. But what after she was buried her car was looked into and it seems that the brakes were cut and she couldn't stop the car. The same thing happened to a 25 year old about 6 months later, she crashed into a tree and was later pronounced dead at the hospital. Before she died she explained to the cops she only had one glass of wine and waited about 30 minutes before driving home. She lost control of the car and crashed,"

"They were in the same area and same make and model." She ended her explanation.

"There was a third case?" Morgan asked looking more into the folder.

"Yeah it was 3 months after the 25 year old. Male this time, 24, he was high but said he only smoked one bowl, and then drove home about 2 hours later. He survived but suffered major head injuries and his memory is really spotty. He told the cops he lost control of his car but at the time he just wrote it off as paranoia but it was confirmed his vehicle was messed with."

"Brakes?"

"Yep."

"Did the police dismiss it because the three crashes were so far apart?"

"Yes and plus all three victims were under some type of influence. There was only the connection with the cars and the last guy: Phillip Helof, his car was the same model but different year."

"Okay, I'll look into it. Hey what can you tell me about Mark Owens?"

"Kid in the language department?" She asked.

"Hella smart, big ladies' man, he just came back from Japan and South Korea some secret mission. Why?"

"He invited me out to lunch and I am bringing Spence."

"Isn't it kind of weird your partner is now your actual partner, well at least your temporary partner?" Wilson whispered making sure no one else heard her.

Morgan couldn't help but chuckle at the comment because of just how true it was.

"Yeah but were adjusting, easier than you think. But I will let you know if I have anything new for the case," Morgan told Wilson.

She smiled at him and walked away.

By the time he knew it, it was already 12:10 and he made zero development in the cold case.

He texted Spencer to remind him about lunch. Packing up his stuff he decided to bring the folder to Reid, hoping maybe he can figure something out. Also knowing Reid would love some type of puzzle to work on.

Pretty Boy: On my way and yes I am wearing my ring.

Morgan: See you soon.

He found Marco's in no time and immediately spotted Mark and two other guys waiting outside of the restaurant.

"Hey!" The young linguist greeted Morgan. "This is Peter and Damien, Peter works with me in the linguist department and Damien actually works with the NCIS in the Cyber department.

"Nice to meet you," Derek greeted.

"Mike said you're bringing your fiancé, is she here yet?" Damien asked using a thick Jamaican accent once they were inside and seated.

Morgan was about to answer when the sound of the bell over the front door went off and low and behold it was the "woman" of the hour.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw Spencer walk through the door. He was wearing a blue cardigan with a baby blue button up with black slacks. Paired with his black converse.

"There he is," he casually said while waving him over.

"Ah, she is a he," Peter observed.

"Hi, sorry I'm late. Lost track of time."

"How was the museum?" Morgan asked while giving his fiancé a kiss on the cheek and pulling a chair out for him.

"Very interesting. I have to go back sometime to finish it."

The waiter came over and took both their drink and food orders and the five men were alone again.

"So how did you two meet?" Peter asked.

"We both worked in the BAU in DC," Spencer answered.

"Did you guys leave because of your relationship?" Mark asked, which Morgan could hear a hint of bitterness and disgust.

"MARK!" Damien exclaimed.

"What? You know just because Don't Ask, Don't Tell have been lifted doesn't mean it is accepted in all of the agencies," Owens tried to explain.

"Yes, I work with the military every day, I know," Damien said.

"You're in the military?" Spencer asked.

"I work with the cyber department over at NCIS," he explained.

"That's nice. I actually thought about joining NCIS if I didn't get into the BAU," the genius explained.

"But no everyone on our team was supportive of our relationship. We decided that if we wanted to start a family it would be less of a risk if both of was not in the line of fire. So we compromised, he went into teaching and I downsized. Was not completely ready to give up the FBI just yet," Morgan answered the linguist question.

Throughout the meal Mark kept sneaking in questions about Derek and Spencer's relationship but never seemed satisfied with the answers.

Sometime in the middle of lunch, Morgan felt himself but his hand on Spencer's thigh and it stayed there for the rest of the meal.

After the checks came and they were just was waiting for Mark to come back from the bathroom, Morgan decided to send a text.

Morgan: Is it okay if I kiss you when we get outside?
Morgan: I feel Mark doesn't seem convinced

Pretty Boy: Yeah, I am assuming on the mouth.

The older agent gave a quick side nod to Spencer before pocketing his phone again.

"Well I guess we should get back to the offices. I am sure since you two lovebirds don't work together anymore. You barely see each other, so the quicker you get back the quicker you can go home. Right?" Owens said when they were all outside.

"Mark," Peter warned.

"No it's fine. We make it work, right babe?" Morgan addressing his answer towards Reid.

"Of course," he agreed.

"Okay, well I will see you when you get home from your night class. I'll have dinner waiting for you," Morgan said in his most caring voice.

He gave knowing eyes to Spencer looking for any signs of doubt. When he couldn't find any he leaned in and kissed his fake lover.

It was a short kiss, lasting only about 6 seconds with a slight slip of tongue. It was over before even of them could really enjoy it.

"It was nice meeting you guys," Morgan said turning to Peter and Damien.

"You as well. Good luck with your new lives. You guys seem really happy," Peter said.

"See you Mark," Morgan yelled out when he saw him walking towards his car.

"He means well," Damien tried to reassure the BAU members.

"Obviously," the older agent murmured.

"Oh, I have something for you," Morgan said once Peter and Damien left and they were alone. "I was working, unsuccessfully I should add, on a cold case and was wondering if you can make any progress on it." He continued on while getting the vanilla folder out of his car.

"Okay, I can look into this before I have class," Spencer confirmed "I should be home before 10."

"Are you okay?" Derek asked because the kid looked like he was ready to dash out of the parking lot, on foot.

But before he could answer Morgan's phone went off.

Emily Cornwell: Might have a development in the case, meet at the morgue.

"Duty calls?" Spencer asked recognizing that look on the older agent's face.

Morgan let out a sigh and a typed out a quick response that he'll be there in less than 20.

"Yeah, I'll keep you updated."

"Thanks."

Reid was about to get in his car but he gave a quick peck to Derek's lip and got back in his car.

"See you tonight!" he called out and drove off.

"Always full of surprises," he murmured to himself but could feel a smile grow on his face.

He got to the morgue in no time and followed Cornwell inside.

They were met by an older gentlemen who looked around 50 or so, he led to them to the last victim's body in the far right locker.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice," he started off.

"My assistant noticed something strange when he was doing an extra examination of the bodies. There is three one - millimeter holes in three different spots of the victims. One on the base of the neck, one on the heel of the left foot and another one on the left wedding finger," he explained while pointing them out.

"Why is this just being discovered now?" Morgan asked.

"Honestly, they were too small to even notice, the only reason my assistant noticed them because he was really was just doing some extra sleuthing."

"Is this consistent with all of the victims?" Cornwell chimed in.

"Yes. I am going over all of the bodies to see if I missed anything else."

"Thank you."

"So they might have been drugged," Morgan chimed in when they were walking out.

"It would have to be something short lived and not easily traceable," Emily confirmed.

"When I get back to the office I can look into what can fall in that category. Can you and Agent Wilson go out and talk to local police to see if there is any more details they might have missed. And also the first two victims were with a different ME before they moved, you guys should talk to him some more. You'll be surprised at some of the very very minor details they leave out of the reports," she continued and assigned. Knowing that with the missed information, the team has to retrace all of the steps before they were officially called on the case.

"Okay, it is okay I text Spencer and tell him all of this. Right?" Morgan wanted to confirm.

"Yeah, yeah totally."

Morgan gave her a smile and a goodbye before getting in his car. He texted Spencer telling him what they just found and wishing him luck at his night class. He was about to type 'thanks for the kiss' but decided against it. Even though both kisses, despite the shortness, definitely left him feeling something. He just wasn't sure what that something was yet.

Sorry for the late update but I am back! Thank you for everyone who have commented, put this in their favorites, likes and all of that jazz. Keep it coming! Suggestions and thoughts are always welcomed. :)