I do not own Criminal Minds or anything remotely related to the show or characters and suing me would be laughable. No, like, for real!
I woke up early (ostensibly to be able to clear my car of snow and go to work), but I ended up tossing around this weird drabble first. I used the *original* definition of "drabble" (for I am OLD SCHOOL), which is a short story of exactly 100 words (excluding title). Enjoy or not as the case might be.
Musings of the Lost
by Scintillating Tart
When she thought of Derek Morgan, three words came into her head:
Protector.
Friend.
Untouchably hot.
Okay, maybe four words, but the last two could be run-on into one if she tried harder to destroy the English language. Code didn't exactly preclude grammar.
There were no grey areas, no inbetweens, because this was all she had seen of him up till now: her protector and her best friend who just happened to be untouchably, unspeakably, erotically hot beyond adequate description.
But everywhere was a shade of grey. Every time they touched, her heart beat madly.
Best friends make excellent lovers.