Author's Note: As always, I own nothing. I've always wondered what happened with Spencer during Nameless, Faceless and afterward with his injury, but also wanted to write a Derek/Spencer. This is the result. Hope you like it!

Derek Morgan ran a hand over his face, groaning. The last few days had been some of the most exhausting of his career. They'd barely arrived home from the case in Canada when they were called by local police to help with the Barton case. He'd been at the school with JJ all day while Spencer and Emily stayed with Doctor Barton, trying to figure out who was trying to come after his son. When they made it through the day without any issues, he came to the conclusion they were never really after the son at all. He wondered what it really was while they were on the drive back from the school.

This question was answered when he heard Emily over the radio.

This is Special Agent Emily Prentiss from the FBI. I need police and an ambulance to 120 Kensington Road, McLean, Virginia. Shots fired, federal agent possibly down.

He looked over at JJ, who was beside him in the SUV. Her eyes were wide, but she was trying to stay calm. "She said possibly, he might not even be hit."

He exhaled, slamming down on the gas pedal, speeding back to the Barton's house. By the time they arrived, there were already two police cars and an ambulance. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw Doctor Barton tending to somebody on the lawn, and the EMTs working on them. With a second look, he saw they were helping the unsub, and Spencer sat in the grass nearby clutching his leg, obviously in pain. When Doctor Barton actually did check on him, Spencer shooed him away, sending him to his son instead.

Derek loved his genius, but sometimes he was so incredibly stupid. He ran up to him and JJ was the first to speak. "You okay?!"

He winced, hand clutching his leg. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Derek looked down at his leg and saw that he was shot and his hands were covered in blood. Upon closer examination, he saw that there was a bullet hole, straight through his leg. He knew he was the exact opposite of fine. He reached down, picking up his gun from the grass. "We'll get you to a hospital."

Spencer winced again, the pain obviously hitting him. "We need to find Emily. Call Emily."

Derek wanted to reach right out and slap him upside the head. Obviously the genius was lacking his common sense, and had a much different definition of the word 'fine' than he did. Last he checked, a bullet through the leg and bleeding on somebody's front lawn wasn't 'fine' – it was painful and hurt like a bitch.

Rossi looked down at him, confused. "Where is she?"

Spencer again pushed the pain aside. "Something's happened to Hotch."

The team members looked around at each other, confused.

Spencer bit down on his lip, putting his hands behind himself, trying to get up. Derek quickly reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

He gritted his teeth. "Derek, I'm fine. Call Emily."

Derek turned around and saw Rossi with his phone out, already talking to her. "It's taken care of, Pretty Boy. Stay still."

He took a deep breath, looking down at his wound. Doctor Barton hadn't been kidding – the bullet did go right through his leg. Based on his prior research, this type of injury would require surgery and take months of healing.

Derek looked at his leg, sighing. "Spencer-"

"It didn't hit the femoral artery, which would've caused me to bleed to death. I don't think it hit the bone either, just went through most of the tissue and muscle, so I won't need a cast-"

JJ walked behind him, putting a hand over his mouth. "Save your strength for your anesthesiologist. Another ambulance is on the way right now, they're going to get you up to surgery as soon as you get there." She then turned to Derek. "Do you have anything we can use to cut down the blood flow?"

He thought for a moment and pulled off his shirt, tying it around Spencer's leg, tightening it.

Spencer winced, pushing JJ's hand aside. "Damnit, Derek, not so hard!"

Derek smirked to himself, resisting the urge to make a joke.

Rossi walked over, putting his phone in his pocket. "Hotch is at Saint Sebastian, she didn't give any other details, said she'll fill us in when we get there."

Spencer exhaled, lying back in the grass, putting an arm over his eyes to block the sun. "Can't somebody else get shot or otherwise injured for a change? I love you all and would do anything for you, but this is getting ridiculous!"

JJ bit down on her lip, smiling. "What can I say, Spence? It's like you're a target for bad luck. You must've been quite the character in your past life for all of this negative karma."

"Did you know that karma-"

JJ put her hand over his mouth again. "Save it."

As the ambulance pulled up to the house, Derek looked up at Rossi."I'm going with him. Let me know how Hotch is doing?"

Rossi nodded, glancing over at JJ. "Are you coming?"

She moved her hand, kissing the top of Spencer's head. "Stay safe," she whispered, rubbing his arm.

He nodded, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "Son of a bitch this hurts."

Derek rubbed his arm as the EMTs ran up. "GSW to the leg, above the knee. Didn't hit the fe-"

Spencer interrupted. "Didn't hit the femoral artery and I don't feel any broken bones. No narcotic medications."

One of the EMTs looked up at Derek. "Don't ask, just don't give them to him."

"He's going to be in a lot of pain-"

"Oh? A lot of pain?" He laughed softly. "There's a lot of pain in getting shot in the leg? I had absolutely no idea that getting a bullet through your leg meant you're going to be in pain. Thank you for that wonderfully insightful bit of information."

Derek opened his mouth to explain, but the EMT shook his head. "I've heard it all before."

After he was on the stretcher, Derek followed him into the ambulance, sitting beside him. Spencer groaned, leaning his head back and squeezing Derek's hand. "Kicked, kidnapped, drugged, recovering addict, hostage, anthrax, shot – I'm one incident away from turning in my resignation and becoming a recluse. I can't possibly get that many injuries sitting quietly in my house reading."

Derek laughed softly. "Oh, I'm sure you'd find a way."

Spencer winced as one of the EMTs examined his wound. "Yes, it's a gunshot and it's through my leg, you touching it isn't making it feel any better! DEREK MORGAN, get that smug grin off your face!"

Derek kissed his forehead, pushing his hair back. "Sorry, Pretty Boy. I've never seen you talk like this."

Spencer groaned. "We'll put a bullet through your leg, see if you can keep your composure."

Derek shook his head. "Let's not test that theory."

He whimpered, looking up at the roof. "Is Hotch okay? What about Hotch?"

"I'll fill you in after you get out of surgery, I promise."

"But-"

"But nothing. Calm down."

When they arrived at the hospital, Spencer was rushed up to surgery, leaving Derek to find out what happened to Hotch. He walked to the room JJ had texted him. Before he could get there, she stopped him in the hallway.

"How is he?"she asked, rubbing his arm. He noted that she was using the voice she reserved for talking to people who were hurt, specifically victims.

"Running his mouth like a sailor and probably counting backwards from 10 right now. He should be out of surgery and in his room in a couple of hours." He saw her clutching something in her hands. "What's that?"

She sighed, holding out his credentials, a picture of Haley and Jack inside. "They found this on Hotch when he was dropped off at the hospital."

He closed his eyes, groaning. "That son of a bitch. How's Hotch?"

She leaned against the wall. "He got him pretty bad. Multiple stab wounds and he took the 'B' page out of Hotch's address book."

Derek froze. "Isn't Haley's maiden name-"

"Brooks," JJ confirmed, nodding. "We need to go pick them up, bring them here so Hotch can say goodbye before they're taken into protective custody."

He nodded, but took a quick look at the clock.

"We'll be back before he wakes up, I promise."