A/N: Watching Fisher King part. 2, and got inspired. Gotta love ION network. Warning possible spoilers for that episode. Enjoy and don't forget to review.

They had been together for almost six months now. It was surreal. Spencer never in his wildest dreams ever imagined that him and Derek would actually be a couple. Sure he wished it, but it seemed so far fetched to even entertain the thought, even in a fantasy. But here they are, together.

It was a Sunday afternoon. Derek was in the den watching sports, as usual, and Spencer was on the computer surfing the web when he came across something very interesting, (to him at least). He called Derek in to take a look.

"Derek...Derek come take a look at this."

"Spence I'm watching the game, can it wait."

"No, I want you to read something. Come here!"

Derek grudgingly got up to take a look.

"You're lucky we have DVR. What's so important."

"Not important, but interesting. Do you remember the Randall Garner case?"

"Seriously, how could anyone forget The Fisher King?"

"Well, that company that built the home with the faulty wiring had another incident with another family. I was reading this article and it referred back to Randall Garner. This family was fortunate not to lose anyone in their family but is expected to win millions if they win this lawsuit."

There was a pause.

"That's it. You broke me away from the game for that."

"Well yeah, I found it to be more interesting than a bunch of guys running around with a ball."

Derek laughed. "You really are a piece of work, you know that."

Spencer gave a " hmmmph."

"You know what I find interesting?" Derek said.

"No, what's that?"

"That during that case Randall Garner got all this information about the team because of your letters to your mom. Info on JJ, Gideon, but nothing on me? In light of the situation, I guess I should be grateful because I was left out as a target, but you know it kinda made me wonder why you never wrote your mom anything about me. I felt a little hurt in a weird way about it at the time."

"Are you serious?" Spencer laughed. "Of course I mentioned you to my mom. I told her about all the people I work with."

"Well I must not have made much of an impression, huh."

"You're ridiculous you know that right. If you want to know the truth", he sighed, "a lot of the things I wrote about you were just too personal, even for her eyes, so I just kept them for myself. Every letter that I wrote about you that I couldn't bring myself to mail is in a box in the closet."

"You have letters you wrote to me in the closet. I want to see them."

"They weren't wrote to you, they were wrote about you, and no you can't see them."

"Why not?"

"They're personal."

"Spencer, babe, what can be that personal? We know everything there is to know. What harm would it do?"

"They are embarrassingly love sick and sappy. I don't know."

"Awww come on, you know I'm love sick and sappy about you too." Derek smiled that irresistable smile that always got his way.

"Oh, alright. But I can not be in the room when you read them. That would be over-kill. I'll go get them."

Spencer went upstairs to fetch the letters. Derek thought to himself. Maybe this will be more interesting than that game. Spencer was coming his way with a nice size bundle.

"Well, here they are. In order by date."

Derek looked at the stack. "Hmmm, you wrote about me a lot."

"Yes I wrote about you." he said mockingly. "These are just the ones I didn't send. Happy reading. I think I'll just go upstairs and watch TV. Let me know when you're done I want to make sure I put them back up where they belong. And don't get them out of order." he scolded.

"Yes sir, will do kiddo." Derek took the rubber-band off the stack. Here goes.

Dear mom,

Today I'm going to tell you about the most infuriating and intoxicating person I know. His name is Derek Morgan...

A/N: Yes more will follow. I was in a particularly sappy and sweet mood. So if you're diabetic, Don't read. Sugar level will be dangerously high.