Title: A Cozy Night In

Title: A Cozy Night In

(Spencer x reader x Derek)

The BAU had been relentless for the past few weeks. Case after case, the team was feeling the strain, and you, Spencer Reid, and Derek Morgan were no exception. So when the team finally got a weekend off, you jumped at the opportunity to relax and unwind at Spencer’s apartment.

The three of you had grown incredibly close over the years, forming a bond that was deeper than friendship. You were a tight-knit trio, often teasingly referred to as the “dream team” by the rest of the BAU. Though there were occasional jokes about who your favorite was, you loved both Spencer and Derek equally, each bringing their own unique charm and comfort into your life.

Friday evening arrived, and you found yourself standing outside Spencer’s door, arms laden with bags of snacks and a couple of DVDs. The plan was simple: a movie marathon and a night of pure, unadulterated relaxation.

Spencer answered the door with a soft smile. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he quickly stepped aside to let you in. “Hey, (Y/N). Come on in. Derek’s just getting the blankets ready.”

You stepped inside and immediately felt the warmth and coziness of Spencer’s apartment. It was filled with bookshelves and comfortable furniture, making it the perfect place to unwind. As you made your way to the living room, you could hear Derek’s deep voice from around the corner.

“Come on, Pretty Boy, do you really need all these blankets?” Derek teased, though his tone was affectionate.

“Of course we do,” Spencer replied earnestly. “We need to be comfortable if we’re going to watch movies all night.”

You laughed at their playful banter and entered the living room to see Derek spreading out a mountain of blankets and pillows on the floor. His muscular frame contrasted sharply with Spencer’s slender build, but they both had a look of determination on their faces as they set up the perfect movie-watching nest.

“Need any help?” you offered, setting the bags down on the coffee table.

Derek grinned at you, his dark eyes twinkling. “You just sit back and relax, (Y/N). We’ve got this covered.”

Spencer nodded in agreement, already focused on arranging the snacks. “We want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

You couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for both of them. They were always so considerate, always looking out for you. It was one of the many reasons you adored them.

Once everything was set up, the three of you settled into your cozy nest. Spencer, ever the organized one, had created a meticulous list of movies to watch, starting with a classic: "The Princess Bride."

As the movie played, you found yourself sandwiched between Spencer and Derek, their presence a comforting reminder of how lucky you were to have them in your life. Derek’s arm draped over your shoulders, his warmth radiating through your side, while Spencer leaned against you, his head resting lightly on your shoulder.

“You know,” Derek said softly, his voice rumbling pleasantly, “it’s nights like these that make all the hard work worth it.”

Spencer nodded, lifting his head to look at you both. “Agreed. It’s nice to just be able to relax and spend time together.”

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “I couldn’t agree more. I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”

The movie continued, but your mind drifted, basking in the simple joy of being with two of the people you loved most in the world. You couldn’t help but reflect on how special your relationship with Spencer and Derek was. It wasn’t always easy, balancing the dynamics of a three-person relationship, but the love and support you shared made it all worthwhile.

As the night wore on, the three of you talked and laughed, sharing stories and memories. Spencer, ever the genius, regaled you with fascinating facts and trivia, while Derek’s infectious laughter filled the room, making you feel light and carefree.

When the second movie started, you found yourself growing drowsy, the combined warmth of the blankets and the comforting presence of Spencer and Derek lulling you into a state of utter relaxation. You shifted slightly, nestling closer to Spencer, who responded by wrapping his arm around you.

Derek chuckled softly, his hand gently stroking your hair. “Getting sleepy there, (Y/N)?”

You nodded, unable to suppress a yawn. “Yeah, it’s been a long week.”

Spencer’s voice was soft and soothing. “Why don’t you rest for a bit? We can pause the movie if you want.”

You shook your head, smiling sleepily. “No, keep it going. I’m just happy to be here with you guys.”

Derek leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We’re happy to have you here too, (Y/N).”

The three of you settled back into a comfortable silence, the sound of the movie playing in the background. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly grateful for the love and support of Spencer and Derek. They were your rock, your safe haven in a world that could often be chaotic and unpredictable.

In that moment, with Spencer’s arm around you and Derek’s hand in yours, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. And that was more than enough.

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June 14, 1927 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927   [volume 3]

Title:"Partners in Every Sense"

The air in Quantico buzzed with the usual hum of activity. The Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) was bustling as always, agents moving with purpose, files being handed off, and the ever-present sound of the espresso machine in the break room trying to keep everyone running on caffeine and determination. Derek Morgan sat at his desk, skimming through case files, his sharp eyes flicking over details with practiced ease. He was in his element here, surrounded by the intricate puzzles that made up human behavior.

But today, something was different.

Agent Y/N L/N had just joined the team. She was a legend in her own right, having made a name for herself in the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team. Her transfer to the BAU was the subject of much discussion. Known for her unparalleled marksmanship, tactical prowess, and an uncanny ability to read situations, she was as intimidating as she was effective. The rumors didn’t do her justice, though; she was even more formidable in person.

Morgan looked up as the door to the conference room opened. There she was. Her presence was magnetic, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. She was tall and athletic, with piercing eyes that seemed to miss nothing. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who had faced down the worst humanity had to offer and come out victorious.

"Agent Morgan," she greeted, extending a hand. Her voice was calm and steady, a perfect match for her composed exterior.

"Agent L/N," he replied, taking her hand in a firm shake. He couldn’t help but notice the strength in her grip, a testament to her physical training. "Welcome to the BAU. Heard a lot about you."

"All good, I hope," she said with a faint smirk, the hint of a challenge in her eyes.

Morgan chuckled. "Mostly. You’ve got quite the reputation."

"Reputations are just stories," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "I prefer to show what I can do."

Over the next few weeks, Y/N seamlessly integrated into the team. Her insights were sharp, her strategies flawless, and her ability to take control in the field was nothing short of impressive. She and Morgan found themselves working closely on several cases, their skills complementing each other perfectly.

One particularly challenging case had them tracking a serial arsonist who was escalating in both frequency and severity. The team was spread thin, and Morgan and Y/N were partnered up to follow a lead in a remote area.

As they drove through the winding roads, the tension in the car was palpable. Not because of any friction between them, but due to the gravity of the case. They both knew how high the stakes were.

"You ever think about what you'd be doing if you weren't an agent?" Morgan asked, breaking the silence.

Y/N glanced at him, a small smile playing at her lips. "Not really. This job... it’s in my blood. What about you?"

Morgan shrugged, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Same here. Hard to imagine doing anything else."

Their lead took them to an abandoned warehouse, the perfect hiding spot for someone who didn’t want to be found. As they approached the building, Y/N's senses were on high alert. She signaled for Morgan to follow her lead. They moved silently, their years of training evident in every step.

Inside, the warehouse was a labyrinth of old machinery and forgotten debris. They split up to cover more ground, each moving with the precision and caution of seasoned agents. As Morgan rounded a corner, he saw a flicker of movement. Before he could react, a figure lunged at him, knocking him to the ground.

The struggle was brief but intense. Morgan managed to get the upper hand, pinning the assailant. It was the arsonist, his eyes wild with desperation. Just as Morgan was about to cuff him, a second attacker emerged from the shadows, aiming a weapon at Morgan.

A shot rang out.

Morgan looked up to see Y/N standing there, her gun smoking, the second assailant dropping to the ground. She moved with swift efficiency, securing the scene and ensuring there were no more surprises.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.

"Yeah," Morgan replied, catching his breath. "Thanks to you."

They exchanged a look, one that spoke volumes. In that moment, there was a mutual respect and understanding that went beyond words. They were more than just colleagues; they were partners who had each other’s backs.

As they drove back to headquarters, the adrenaline still pumping through their veins, Morgan couldn’t help but feel a deepening admiration for Y/N. She was everything he valued in a partner: smart, fearless, and utterly reliable.

Over the next few months, their partnership grew stronger. They became a formidable team, their synergy in the field unmatched. Off duty, they found themselves drawn to each other in a way that was both exciting and unexpected.

One evening, after a particularly grueling case, they found themselves alone in the gym, working off the stress. Morgan watched as Y/N hit the punching bag with a series of precise, powerful blows. He admired her focus and determination.

"You're pretty amazing, you know that?" he said, walking over to her.

She paused, wiping sweat from her brow. "You’re not so bad yourself, Morgan."

He grinned, stepping closer. "No, I mean it. I've worked with a lot of agents, but you... you’re something else."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes softening. "Thanks, Derek. That means a lot coming from you."

There was a moment of silence, charged with unspoken feelings. Then, with a confidence that mirrored her own, Morgan closed the distance between them, his hand gently cupping her face. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and filled with the promise of something more.

From that night on, their relationship evolved, deepening into something neither of them had expected but both were eager to explore. They were still the same fierce agents, but now, they were also something more: partners in every sense of the word. And together, there was nothing they couldn’t face.

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