AN- So here it is, part two in this series. Now, I know I said this for Undercover, but I really, really don't intend for this story to be mega long, lol. I never know what my muse will do, but my intention is not to make this another thirty chapter story, lol. Part three will be long (yes, I've already thought of it, lol)

But, I'll let you read on. Hope you like the start! Might start off a little blah and slow, just setting up a few things.

*Week Before Christmas – Around a month after the end of Undercover*

Life had been going pretty good in the three months since the end of their undercover assignment. That was one thing that Spencer Reid would admit to anyone who asked him. The past three months had been some of the best months ever. He and Morgan seemed to grow closer and closer by the day. One thing that Spencer had worried about while working undercover with his best friend was that—once everything was taken care of at home and things settled—he and Morgan might lose that closeness they'd gained undercover. That hadn't happened. If anything, they were closer. That bond was there, stronger than ever. Everything afterwards with Michael seemed to have only strengthened that bond.

But bright and early this December morning, Spencer seriously contemplated hurting his boyfriend. When Morgan chuckled again, Spencer's thoughts turned just a little more violent. He tightened his grip on the blanket and glared at the underside of it. Even his head was covered.

Somewhere outside the covers he heard Morgan's voice, warm with good humor. "Come on, pretty boy. It'll be good for you! I'll even have some coffee waiting for you when we get back."

"Derek." Spencer moved the blankets just enough to be able to look out at his boyfriend's face. "I love you. But seriously? I'm not going running with you in the cold, in the snow. Now…go away before I hurt you."

"You said you'd come with me!"

This time he couldn't hold back his growl. "Go. Away." He tightened his grip on the blankets. Morgan had ripped blankets off him before and he wasn't up for that this morning. It was too cold. "I'm freezing and I'm tired and I am not going running and if you think I am, you have gone absolutely insane overnight. I am not coming out of these blankets, Derek Morgan."

There was a long pause in which Spencer prayed that Morgan would just go on his run. When he heard footsteps, he sighed into the bed. A second later he squealed when the blankets on the other side lifted up. Morgan slid in, draping the blanket over both of them. "I'll just have to come in with you." He said huskily. When Morgan grabbed him and pulled him close, a grin spread over Spencer's face at the feel of skin on skin. Morgan had stripped before climbing into bed.

Rolling over, Spencer stretched his body over his boyfriend's, suddenly much more awake. "This is exercise I don't mind indulging in with you." He told his lover. Then he was kissing him, all thoughts of going back to sleep long gone.

Hours later, the two were sitting at work, trying not to smile at each other too much. Spencer found himself wanting to grin the whole morning. Waking up to go running was not something he wanted to do; but waking up to a little bedroom exercise? That's definitely something a man can get used to he thought to himself with a mental chuckle. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize that Morgan had told Emily about trying to wake him up until he heard their laughter and Emily's return comment.

"You actually tried to get Reid up to go running this morning?" Emily asked with a laugh. She leaned back in her chair, a file folder in one hand, amusement written on her face. "And you thought…what? That it would actually work?"

"He's the one that agreed that going running with me would be a good idea!" Morgan argued. There was a hint of a grin at the corner of his mouth, though.

From where he sat doing his paperwork, Spencer gave a quick roll of his eyes. But he couldn't resist looking up at Morgan and smiling a little. "You really thought it would work?" He made a small 'tsk-tsk' sound. "Like I've said, Derek. You're cute when you're stupid." Laughing, he ducked when Morgan threw a paper ball at him. He stuck his tongue out at Morgan, mocking him for missing.

The older man narrowed his eyes, on the verge of retaliation, when Aaron called out to them. "Now, now, children. Don't make me come down there."

They looked up to find him leaning on the railing in front of his office. Their Unit Chief wore a tiny smirk as he watched the interaction of the team. It did his heart good to see them all joking and laughing together. Even more so to see the smile on Spencer's face. It was like watching their youngest slowly come back to life. Seeing the smiles and happiness and laughter showed Aaron exactly how much of those had been gone from Spencer before. Of course, they all knew the reason why it had been like that before, but now it was nice to watch the healing process. Everyone on the team approved fully of Morgan and Reid's relationship; the two had never been happier.

That showed as the two grinned at one another before turning their grins to Aaron. "Sorry, Hotch." Morgan called out, not looking sorry at all. Spencer at least managed to fake a look of apology. "Sorry, Sir."

"Just contain yourselves for a little while longer. Then we're on break and you'll be free to go home and be as big of lunatics as you want to." Aaron's words had everyone's grins growing. Somehow, Aaron and Dave had convinced Strauss that the team needed the break. So, for the week of Christmas and barring any emergency cases, the team had time off. Not only that, but they weren't going to have as long a workday as normal that day either.

Morgan laced his hands together behind his head and kicked back in his chair. "A whole week off. Man, I can't believe it."

"So long as it doesn't end up like last time." Spencer's words had three of the profilers shivering slightly. The last time they'd tried to take a period of time off was when the Fisher King case had happened. Being reminded of that had Morgan scowling at his boyfriend. He picked up a pen and threw it at Spencer, making it bounce off the younger man's shoulder. "Don't jinx us, Spencer!"

Another voice joined in the mix, moving in up beside Aaron. "What happened last time?" Dave asked the group.

Spencer grabbed the pen off the floor where it had bounced to and waited until Morgan looked up at Dave to say "The Fisher King case." While Morgan was distracted, Spencer threw the pen, hitting Morgan directly on top of his head. Quickly he dropped down, trying to hide behind his files while covering up his snickers. The look of surprise on Morgan's face had Emily holding her stomach and laughing. "Nice shot, Reid!" she called out.

In response, Morgan threw a highlighter at her, snickering when it went down the front of her shirt. "Two points." He winked at her.

"Who's out here scoring?" Garcia asked as she strolled toward them all, a wide grin on her face. "And why wasn't I invited?"

That had Morgan grinning and turning to look at her even as he took aim with another pen. "Hey, baby girl. You know you're always invited in here." He said smoothly. Launching the pen, he thrust his hands up when it landed in Spencer's hair and stuck there.

The two senior profilers shook their heads as they watched the moment progress into a full scale pen-throwing war between Morgan and Spencer, with Emily and Garcia helping out on either side as they saw fit. Instead of reprimanding them, the two men watched and grinned. It was good to see that humor back in their team again. It was good to have everyone and everything back the way it should be.

By the time the end of the day had rolled around, Spencer was beyond bored. He'd already finished all of his paperwork, as well as some of Morgan's and some of Emily's. Quietly he sat at his desk, reading through one of the many books he kept in his drawer for instances such as this. At one time he would have left and gone home—it was close enough to the end of the day. But since he'd practically moved into Morgan's house, the two commuted together. That meant that Morgan was his ride home.

A pair of keys landed on the pages of his book, startling him so badly he almost fell backwards. Wide eyes jerked up and locked on Morgan, who was grinning at him. "I tried calling out to you to warn you, pretty boy." He said by way of apology.

"I was reading, Derek. You know I go to my own world when I read."

Morgan chuckled and shook his head. "You were thinking. I know that look, Spencer. Just like I can see you're bored out of your mind. Go ahead, sugar. Take the keys and head home. I'll get Garcia to drop me off at home when I'm done."

Picking up the keys, Spencer looked down at them for a moment, contemplating. "Are you sure?" He asked when he looked back up.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Go on, Spencer. I'll see you when I get done here."

Another short pause and then Spencer was marking his page and putting his book in his desk. He pulled on his jacket, slung on his messenger bag, and then he strolled over to Morgan, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear before stealing a quick kiss. "I'll stop off at the store on the way home. There are a few things we need. Anything in particular you want?" he asked as he straightened back up.

"Orange juice. I think I drank the last of it this morning. Hmm…maybe some beer? Haven't bought any recently."

Spencer nodded and let his hand brush against Morgan's shoulder lightly as he went past him to go and let Aaron know he was leaving. Those light touches always made Morgan smile. Though extremely affectionate at home, Spencer still wasn't as comfortable being the one to initiate public touching as Morgan was.

Looking away from his boyfriend's delicious backside, Morgan found Emily staring at him. "What?" He asked her. Something about her expression had him wanting to flush slightly.

"You two sounded so…domestic." Emily chuckled a little. "It was cute!"

Morgan rolled his eyes and looked back down at his files. "Ah, shove it, Prentiss."

After letting his boss know that he was on his way out, Spencer headed out to Morgan's car, amused that his boyfriend was actually letting him drive it. Then again, not too surprising. He does say you drive like a grandma so he knows you won't be speeding and crashing it. Still, Morgan typically didn't let people drive his car. Whether it was because of the type of car, or because of some other reason, Spencer didn't know. He didn't really bother to think about it. To him, it was just another instance of Morgan being weird about cars.

That thought amused him as he drove to the store. He also amused himself by changing the station and listening to something classical. Wouldn't it be funny to see Morgan's face when he got in the car and Mozart was playing? He'd grump and scowl and change it back to something more his style.

The thought of being on break for the next week had Spencer practically floating down the aisles of the store when he got there. To think, a whole week of just him and Morgan. No one to interrupt us at bad moments. No staying at home while Morgan goes to work and I'm stuck healing. Nothing but him and me and Clooney. God, it sounds like heaven! He had to chuckle at his own thoughts. If anyone could hear what he was thinking, they'd laugh at him for being such a romantic. Then again, maybe not. People seem to assume that you're the more romantic one in the relationship.

If only they knew the truth. Spencer was a romantic at heart, yes. There was no denying that. But what others didn't know was how much of a romantic Morgan was. As Spencer sifted through the lettuce—wanting it to make a salad with dinner in the next couple nights—he couldn't help but smile to himself at his memories.

In so many ways, Morgan was one of the sweetest people that Spencer had ever known. The man was way more of a romantic than others realized. Spencer remembered one night, two weeks and one day ago, when Morgan had taken off earlier than him from work, leaving while Spencer was gone. The younger man had been curious, but when he'd asked Emily where Morgan had went, she'd just shrugged and offered him a ride home. When Spencer had gotten home that night, he'd been wonderfully surprised from the instant he walked through the door.

The house had been dimmed. Not completely dark; a concession to Spencer's fear. He'd followed the only light source to the dining room, where he had only been able to stand there and gasp. The table had been completely decked out—tablecloth, nice dishes, candles, a delicious smelling meal, wine. And best of all, Morgan standing beside the table, smiling at him, dressed in the dark black jeans Spencer so loved seeing him in and nothing else. In his hands he'd held just one single flower stalk. A lily of the valley. The standard definition of lily of the valley in the language of flowers was symbolic of 'Sweetness, Humility, You've Made My Life Complete'. The fact that Morgan had taken the time to find that out, knowing that Spencer would know, had almost melted him.

So had started one of the most romantic evenings Spencer had ever had. When he'd asked Morgan what the special occasion was, he'd completely lost it when the older man told him that it was the anniversary of the day he'd realized what he felt for Spencer, all those years ago.

A tap against his cart brought Spencer out of his memory and back to the present moment. Embarrassment had his cheeks turning red when he saw a woman trying to get to the lettuce. Quickly he grabbed his and scurried off. You've really, really got to stop doing that! He scolded himself.

He made sure not to lose himself in his thoughts as he finished picking up the last of the items he needed. Once he had grabbed the last thing, Morgan's beer and a bottle of wine for himself, he headed to the register and paid for his items. Then he got it all loaded in the car and was taking off for home, making a quick stop at the Chinese restaurant for a quick and easy dinner to take home.

Even after these months, home still sounded wonderful to him. Home didn't mean the mostly empty apartment that they were still clearing out. Home was the house he shared with Morgan.

Once he got home, he could see that Morgan hadn't quite made it yet. So, gathering some of the bags, he kept one hand open so he could unlock the door and let himself into the house. After tossing the keys in the dish on the entry hall table, he brought the bags into the kitchen, laughing as Clooney came barreling down the hallway toward him. The dog barked excitedly while Spencer put the bags down. "Yes, yes, Clooney. Calm down. You need to go out, buddy? Hm?" Though Spencer wouldn't admit it to the others, he constantly spoke to Clooney as if he was a person who could answer. It was something Morgan had caught him at once or twice and found absolutely adorable.

Spencer let the dog out in the backyard and went to bring the rest of the bags in. After that, he set about putting things away. Once that was done, he gathered the food he'd bought, setting it all out on the table. Morgan would be home soon enough.

It was amazing how well their lives had meshed together. Life with Michael, even at the beginning, had never been this simple. Even rooming with Ethan when he was younger hadn't been so comfortable. Spencer had always felt awkward being in a confined space with someone else. Usually his quirks ended up annoying the other person or he was annoyed by theirs. He liked his privacy and he liked to do certain things a certain way. Yet he and Morgan had none of those problems.

They acted like they'd been living together their whole lives. Everything seemed to run smoothly for them. Both of them were good housekeepers, so there were no battles about messes. Morgan was a little lax on laundry, but that was a chore Spencer didn't mind so it worked out well. More often than not, Morgan was their cook, but Spencer could occasionally manage to make a few meals. Everything just seemed…wonderful.

Chuckling, Spencer picked up the box of Lo Mein off the counter. "Now you really sound sappy." He muttered to himself. Still, it didn't take away his smile.

The sound of a car pulling up outside alerted him that Morgan was home. Unfortunately, it also alerted Clooney, who came tearing in from the backyard right as Spencer was walking toward the table. Even though he saw it coming, he couldn't move fast enough to stop it. Clooney raced in the house, catching Spencer right in the legs and sending him toppling to the ground, the box in his hand flying.

Curses filled the air as Spencer pushed himself up off the ground. Noodles were on his head, dangling down into his face. He was covered in Lo Mein. Dammit, dammit, dammit! Looking over to Clooney, Spencer glared at him, wiping some of the sauce off his face. In response, Clooney walked over and licked right up the side of his face.

"Don't think that gets you out of trouble, mister." Spencer grumbled at him. "Dammit, now I'm covered in dinner! Clooney!" The dog was trying to lick more of the sauce off of Spencer, who was busy trying to get him to back off. The dog just pushed at him, knocking him back down again from the half sitting position he'd managed to get into.

The sound of the door opening was drown out by the dog pinning Spencer to the floor and trying to lick the food off of his face and head. "No, no! Clooney!" Spencer shouted at him. He brought his hands up, pushing the dog and failing miserably. "Get off of me! Dammit, Clooney! This was not an invitation for dinner!"

Sudden laughter filled the dining room. Part of Spencer's brain registered that there was more than one laugh—he vaguely wondered who else was there—but then Clooney was being pulled off of him and a hand was there to help him up. Spencer took the offered hand, glaring at Clooney and Morgan both as he was brought to his feet. Instantly he grumbled at his lover. "I swear, Derek. You need to teach that dog not to get so excited at the sound of the car. He heard you pull in and sent me flying in his effort to get to the door."

Morgan didn't even bother to hide his laughter. He grabbed a paper towel off the counter and wiped over Spencer's face with it. "I see he sent dinner flying too."

"Your dog is a menace!"

That just made Morgan laugh harder. "You know you love him, pretty boy."

There was the sound of someone clearing their throat, reminding Spencer of the other laughter he'd heard. Wide eyed, he looked over to see who on earth it was that had seen this whole fiasco. When he saw who stood there, his cheeks instantly turned red and he mentally cursed. Shit! There, standing in front of him were Morgan's sisters, Sarah wearing a look of shock and Desiree wearing one of humor.

Oh my God. They're not supposed to be here yet! Fran and the girls were supposed to be there for Christmas. It was going to be Spencer and Morgan's official come out to his family. They had no idea that he and Spencer were together. What on earth were the girls doing here now? And if they were here, where was Fran?

Morgan's arm slid around his waist, reading his stress easily and trying to soothe it down. "Sarah and Desi showed up at work. Apparently they decided to come out early and spend a little extra time with me. Mom should be here like planned."

In the middle of their dining room, with bits of dinner still on his head, Spencer faced his boyfriend's sisters and wished to God he was anywhere else but there as he brought his hand up and gave a small wave. "Uh, hi."

So I know, Morgan's family and meeting Reid is a common theme in this kind of series. I have to do it cause he has to have the whole 'meet them' thing, but I don't want to do this like normal. I don't want it to be a typical holiday and blah story. Well, I just can't do it like that, sorry. :D There's going to be some action in this story, though I think I'll mix it up for myself. Do something a little different. But it isn't going to be your average holiday with the Morgan's that you see all over the place. At least, I hope it doesn't end up that way. Hope you like it!