Moreid, Sperek & Shematthew one-shots

Grumpy Reid

Spencer looked down at the glass he was holding in his hand, bored. He didn't know why he let Prentiss and JJ convince him to go out to the bar. They knew that it wasn't his scene, but he let himself be convinced that he should come out to the bar with the whole team. Rossi, JJ, Morgan, Garcia, Prentiss, Hotch, and Spencer were all at the bar, but the only one that wasn't having the time of their life was none other than Spencer.

He sat there at the bar, swirling his whiskey in his glass. He wasn't exactly the social-able type, but he felt rather ridiculous sitting alone at the bar after he'd came in with six other people besides himself. It was rather strange that he was sitting there while every one else was dancing and having fun.

Spencer looked around the crowded bar, spotting Prentiss chatting with a tall, dark, and handsome man. He was gorgeous, and Spencer wouldn't mind being in her shoes himself. JJ was wrapped around Will in a romantic sort of way, and Garcia was sitting with Kevin, her boyfriend. Rossi was drinking with Hotch, and Morgan was grinding himself on some hot girl he'd definitely be taking home tonight... oh yeah, he couldn't he's gotta drive me home.
Spencer groaned and downed his drink before slamming the glass down on the bar in frustration. God, why did I agree to this? He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this bullshit. He was grumpy and wondering why he'd even thought he might want to go?

"Oi pretty boy," Spencer jumped when he felt Morgan's breath on his neck. Spencer turned quickly around to look at Morgan, who smirked at the boy. "What are you doing?" Morgan asked and Spencer sighed deeply and looked at his empty glass.

"Getting drunk." Spencer stated the obvious, and Morgan rolled his eyes.

"Obviously." He said, looking over Spencer who'd had two glasses of whiskey already. "Why, though?" He asked, and Spencer groaned.

"Can't I just get drunk without it being a federal investigation?" He asked, and waved down the bartender. The bartender gave him another whiskey, and Spencer started sipping on his newly refilled drink.

"Yes," Morgan said, and looked down at Spencer. "But you don't drink, pretty boy. You eat jelly beans, and chips, you drink water, or soda. You don't get drunk." He said logically and Spencer groaned quietly in frustration.

"Not typically, however tonight is just one of them nights." Spencer said, looking down at his drink.

"Well, why is that?" Morgan asked, and Spencer looked down at his cup. He was bored, tired, and over-all very disappointed in his night. All Spencer really wanted to do was go home. He realized, and fully understood that the reason he was so pissed off and grumpy was because he was crushing hardcore on Derek Morgan and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Morgan would never, ever reciprocate the feelings. Obviously Spencer couldn't tell Morgan that, but he could always beat around the bush. He could tell the truth without telling the entire truth.

"Relationship issues." Spencer said curtly. The annoyance of Morgan asking, plus the irritation of having to lie was making him slightly bitter.

"Oooh pretty boy gotta woman?" Derek asked, a hint of an edge to his voice. Spencer didn't even notice that Derek was slightly tense.

"Not a woman." Spencer replied, taking a long, deliberate drink of his whiskey.

"Oh...?" Derek asked, and then it seemed to dawn on him as a look of something splashed across his face before he mumbled out a "Oh..."

"Yeah, oh." Spencer said boredly. He didn't feel like explaining anything more to Derek than he had already assumed.

"So, what's the problem?" Derek asked, and Spencer shrugged.