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Chapter 1

It's been a week since the day they buried a friend and a partner.

A lover, hers.

Nobody expected Derek Morgan to die so soon, with a bullet buried in his chest, bleeding on the cold pavement with his lifeless eyes staring at a grey sky while a woman's cheeks were stained with tears. Screams sounded, cries were heard, pleads were unanswered. People around her watched as her hands covered the wound, as her fists pounded his chest, as she was dragged away from the dead body. It was a dead body to them, another victim, but to her that dead body was her husband. The man who held her at night, the man who made love to her, who made her breakfast in the morning and brought her coffee at work. Who saw the ugliest parts of her life, the scars on her heart.

The memories are clear, fresh and curved, in her mind, she remembers how Dave snaked his arms around her and lifted her up. Away from him, from her husband, from the dead body on the ground. Her nails dug into his hands, her elbows hit his sides and she screamed at him. Cursed him, begged him to let her go. But he did not give in.

''I'm sorry.'' He stroked her hair and kissed her temple. ''I'm sorry Bella, I'm so sorry.''

The words left his mouth and didn't reach her ears. They found them deaf, and they flew free in the air instead.

As they sat there, she dared to peer over at where he was. One of the medic staff was above him.

''I need to go, they are taking him.'' His grip is tight. ''Please.'' She didn't fight.

Her friend dropped his arms, watched her as she ran.

~CM~

The medic's name was Richard, like her father's, and he told her they managed to get a pulse, a weak one. Her hand was clutching Morgan's as the ambulance headed to the hospital. A weak one, she kept repeating in her mind, a weak one. The man lying in front of her was dying, the hand she was holding was getting cold quickly.

''I'm sorry.'' Those were the doctor's first words.

However, she didn't cry, she was numb. JJ and Reid were there too; she comforted them yet she couldn't comfort herself. Her eyes were dry, and she felt nothing, profound and awful nothing.

The tears didn't come until after she arrived at her home, at their home. His pillow was in her arms, her face buried in it. His smell still there, rich and sweet. She curled up in their bed desperate from his warm embrace.

''Derek.'' She broke right there and then. Sobs rippled through her in huge, ugly spasms of grief.

One, two, three, four days or more she stayed inside. Scared of getting out in a world without him, or just too much of a coward. It was unlike her to feel so lost but without him she did not feel found.

Everyone had tried to speak with her, to see how she was holding up. JJ called many times before Emily found the courage to pick up her phone. She had listened as her friend talked, encouraged her to come out or she would get her out herself. No reply was given by the brokenhearted brunette. She just listened, and listened.

Finally JJ decided it was time to confront her friend face to face.

''You need a bath'' JJ turned to her ''And you need to go out today, Em.''

Why though? Why should she go out- he died. She's broke all over.

''It's his funeral."

That's why.

~CM~

It was a grey day then too, same as the day he died. Clouds covered the sun but allowed a bit of light to shower them. Such a beautiful grey sky. She stood tall and straight, watching. Hotch, Rossi and Reid along with other friends and agents from work carried his coffin. She watched.

The coffin entered the ground.

She watched.

After it was finished, many left.

She watched.

''We need to go. You should too.'' Hotch came closer with an arm around Beth's waist and holding Jack's hand.

Silence.

''Prentiss?''

She shook her head. ''I am not going anywhere.''

''Emily-''

''I will stay here with her,'' Rossi offered. ''I will see you later.''

Emily's eyes found his, a silent thank you.

He took a place next to her.

Neither of them talked, enjoyed the silence instead. Their gazes were locked on the new grave, the dead body in the ground found a place to rest.

''He had promised me,'' her voice is no more than a small whisper, broken words that lingered in her mind.

He waited for her to finish.

She didn't.

She turned on her heel as tears rolled down her cheeks, the word always escaping from her lips.

Α few days later, she learned about someone growing inside her. Three weeks. She carries the child of a dead man. A child without a father.

No one else learns about this.

~CM~

Now, she's sitting at her desk staring at the empty chair near hers. Reid glances at her from time to time, checking if she's still here with them or has dozed off. She does that lately, gets lost in old memories with him.

''Excuse me, Agent Prentiss?'' A young agent taps her on the shoulder and Prentiss looks up at her.

The same words are repeated once more.

''I am sorry for your loss.''

Again. She can't stand this.

The pitying looks on their faces, the apologizes on their lips and their hands on her shoulder that are supposed to be comforting. They aren't. It keeps reminding her that he's dead, God damn dead, and she wishes they could stop. Because she knows, she knows she won't see him ever again. Only in dreams and memories.

''Where are you going?'' the young genius asks when he sees her grabbing her car keys and putting on her coat.

She ignores his questions.

''Emily…?''

It's not that she has an answer for them. She doesn't know where she is going, she doesn't have a place to go and feel safe anymore. She gets in her car and rides off.

Death will visit her once more, soon.


I promise quick updates with this story, probably another chapter by tomorrow. Please review and I hope you have a nice day, or night... :)