Chapter 12: the morning after

Spencer awoke with a slight headache, thanks in large part to the wine, but quickly forgot it when he felt J.J.'s hair brush against his chest in response to his movement. Spencer remembered everything that had happen as though he was watching a slideshow of the night before. Dinner had been perfect, the piano piece wasn't, but it was close. Spencer had entertained his team, and had officially he believed crossed the line into friendship with them. He had spent time alone with J.J., gotten drunk with the younger members of his team, and he suddenly remembered Garcia and Morgan drunkenly heading into his guest room. He smiled as he remembered everything that happened in his own room the night before. J.J.'s skin glistened with the sweat of the previous night's exertion and her hair smelled of her sweet shampoo and a mixture of their sweat.

She moved against him again and slid her hand lower than his chest. Spencer stirred, her finger tips were tickling him. "Spenc?" she questioned, moving slowly away from him. "Sorry," he began to apologize realizing she was probably going through a very sobering understanding of what had happened. "For what? You were pretty amazing last night, yesterday." Spencer exhaled and smiled. "Yeah?" J.J. laughed and snuggled into the crook of his arm, "yeah." He relished in the idea of what this could mean, at the thought that he would have another chance to taste and feel her against him. He kissed her forehead and she turned her face up to him and met his lips with her own. He kissed her deep and long, and pulled her closer to him. "I wonder if Garcia is this comfortable with her drunken decisions." J.J. mused and they both laughed.

Spencer slid out of bed and pulled on the pajama pants while he walked to the bathroom. J.J. slid to the edge of the bed and slid into her panties and her bra and walked to the bathroom where she had left her pants and shirt. As he walked out she caught him in her arms and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss and walked back towards the bed. He heard the shower come on, and turned only to see her remove her underwear again and slip in under the hot water. He watched for a moment as the hot water ran over her, the way she pushed her hair back and remembered her doing the same thing as she sucked his cock the night before. He walked towards the bathroom, pensively slid off his pants and slipped in the shower behind her. She turned to him and began to wash his chest and shoulders. He leaned in and kissed her neck, and she pushed him back. "Easy killer, let's get clean and find out all the dirty details about what happened downstairs over breakfast!" Spencer laughed, and washed her body carefully.

They both got dressed in silence, and he offered her an extra toothbrush. She used his hairbrush, and even brushed his into his usual part while sitting on his bathroom counter. He leaned in between her legs and kissed her. "J.J. I, this is like a dream." "Yeah, I know," she smiled, "Shall we go see if the others were as lucky?" She winked at him and hopped off the counter and headed down the stairs. By the time Spencer reached the bottom of the stairs, J.J. and Elle were whispering and Elle was smiling at him. Spencer had forgotten she was down there, with nothing between them, and for the first time considered how loud they might have been. As if she could read his mind, she said, "It's ok Reid, I told you I sleep better with a little background noise. Besides, it was mostly drowned out by the action coming from down the hall." J.J.'s eyes met Spencer's and they both laughed. "Are they up yet?" "Not that I have heard, but I just woke up a few minutes ago. So, chef, what are you making to cure this hang over and help me forget all the messy details I listened to?" Spencer smiled, admitting defeat and headed to the kitchen.

He began to gather ingredients for omelets and turned on the coffee pot. The girls joined him and sat at the bar. They chose ingredients and within minutes he handed them each plates full of eggs and filled their cups with coffee. Spencer made fast work of an omelet for himself and stood on the other side of the bar. Elle was telling them about what happened at the bar with Morgan's hottie when Garcia walked into the kitchen looking mussed and a little dazed. "Good morning sunshine!" Elle joked. "Coffee me," Garcia said rubbing her forehead. Spencer handed her a mug and was genuinely amazed by the amount of sugar and cream she added. She pulled up a barstool next to Elle and said, "I'll take some scrambled." The girls laughed, and Spencer began to scramble some eggs.

When they were all eating and laughing about something Garcia said about her nether region, Morgan walked through the swinging doors still buttoning his shirt. "Hi," he said, smiling at Garcia then everyone else. "How's about cooking some of that up for me?" Spencer set out to make another omelet and Derek got himself a cup of coffee and everyone moved to the kitchen table. Spencer delivered his plate and sat between him and J.J. J.J. smiled at him and he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. He didn't because he realized he was sitting at a table with their entire team, and instead he focused on downing his eggs.

After everyone had eaten their fill, Spencer began to clear the table and J.J. helped him. Elle followed them with her eyes and Garcia lipped, "no way!" Elle nodded and Morgan's eyes got wide and he began to laugh. Spencer turned to see what he had missed and when he saw them all smiling, he knew immediately that Elle had let them in on the happenings upstairs last night. "So," J.J. interrupted his thoughts, "is Morgan really all he says he is in bed Garcia?" Elle and Spencer laughed, and Morgan retaliated, "Wanna find out for yourself? Or did Spencer give it to you good enough that you won't need it for a couple days?" Spencer's eyes widened, and he started to say something, though he wasn't sure what when J.J. walked over to Morgan and whispered in his ear loud enough for everyone to hear, "He did just fine. But Elle said she wasn't sure who screamed his name louder, me or Garcia. So the question is, how were you Derek?" All of the girls laughed and Morgan eventually joined in.

Spencer stood at his sink pondering everything that last 48 hours had brought him, and then his phone rang. He answered the one on the wall, "Reid." The team was laughing at something in the background, and Elle got up to refill her coffee cup. She paused when she saw Spencer deep in conversation. "Um, you don't have to. Everyone is here except Hotchner, long story. I will tell them, and we will be at the office in thirty." By the time he turned to the team they were all standing and looking at him. "We have a case." Everyone headed to the living room and the guest room to gather their belongings and put on their shoes, and within minutes they all walked out the front door and got in their cars without speaking a word. The orchids sat in the entryway, and would be dead by the time Spencer returned home or anyone remembered them.