One shots :)

Moreid/ a little splash of Jemily

Derek Morgan worked at Prentiss Printing which was a huge newspaper in Quantico. He worked as a security guard for the CEO Emily Prentiss and her wife Jennifer Prentiss. The company was very successful and always got the story first which attracted a rather large crowd at times so security was necessary.  

He was nice but he never smiled and always had a stern frankly terrifying face on. He had to for work. So when Emily decided to throw a celebration for the company's 20th anniversary everyone was rather shocked at his behavior. 

"Attention staff!" Emily called. "Jen and I are throwing a party to celebrate the 20th anniversary for the company because we of course couldn't have done it without all of you! It's going to be a rather low-key relaxed type of party so no need for suits and gowns but," she took a pause for dramatic effect, "I do want, and this is in a way an order, bring your partners! I wanna meet them and get to know you all personally a little more." With that, she turned and went back to her office. 

"Oh I can't wait!" squealed a rather short girl. Her name was Penelope Garcia. She was very bubbly and colorful. She was the head research analyst and was very kind. She and Derek had spoken a few times. After hearing the news about bringing partners he was immediately nervous. Nobody knew he was bisexual nor the fact that he was married and a completely different person around his husband. He had obviously gotten questions about the ring on his finger but he just waved them off. 

He drove back home and stepped into the house seeing Spencer on the couch reading a book.  

"Hey pretty boy," he smiled leaning into his husband for a peck on the lips. "Hey, how was your day?" Spencer said closing his book and getting up to walk to the kitchen with his husband.  

"It was alright. By the way, there's something I wanted to talk to you about," he started getting pots and pans to cook while Spencer started chopping up the ingrediants. "Yeah?" 

"Yeah, there's gonna be a party this weekend hosted at the office by Emily and her wife, and they said to bring our partners along so everyone could meet. What do you say? Do you wanna go?" He said kind of quietly.

"Are you kidding?? I'd love to go! Oh, I can't wait to meet everyone! What should we wear??" Spencer excitedly put the knife down and started rambling. Derek walked over and wrapped his arms around the shorter male's waist. "I don't know, love, but we have a few days to figure it out," 

They finished up cooking and talked the rest of the night, enjoying each other's company.

**Time Skip**

It was the night of the party. Spencer was wearing a simple sweater with a collared shirt under and some jeans. Derek was wearing a t-shirt, his favorite leather jacket, and a pair of jeans. They were a good-looking couple.  They got in Derek's 1967 Black Chevy impala and drove to the building. They stepped in holding hands. Most of the people were already there with wine glasses in hand and cheese plates with other snacks spread around. Spencer excitedly pulled Derek further into the room to where everyone was standing. 

"Derek!" Emily called out "Come over here!" Emily and Jennifer were standing talking with Penelope who was there with Kevin who worked in her department, Aaron Hotchner who was head of H.R, and Rossi who was the lead fashion journalist. "Who might this be?" asked Jennifer.  

"Hello everyone! I'm Spencer I'm Derek's husband! It's so nice to meet you all!" Spencer introduced himself.

"Derek you didn't tell us you were gay," Penelope said. 

"Heh, I'm bisexual actually," He laughed a little.

"Oh my, he smiles!" Hotch said jokingly.

"Says you!" Derek replies.

They all introduce themselves and continue on talking. As they walk around some people stare in awe at the way Derek acts around Spencer. They have a great time with all his coworkers and only end up getting home around one (1) in the morning. They cuddle up on the couch for a movie and end up falling asleep like that. 

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