This is my very first fic so be gentle. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

I do not own anything from Criminal minds. However, my characters are my own.

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True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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The first time he saw her, she was being mugged. Well he was attempting, but the woman held on so tightly to her purse trying to wrestle it away from him. Papers were scattered everywhere on the subway exit. Derek immediately went into hero-of-the-day mode and jumped down five stairs just in time to startle the mugger into letting go. The guy ran away with Derek half attempting to chase after him, but his main concern was for the panting woman behind him. "Hey, are you ok?" He asked.

She nodded, breathless. "I'm fine." She looked the hundreds of pages of paper forlornly. He bent down to help her.

"Are you sure? Your gonna get a nasty bruise there." He said pointing to her arm. She shrugged.

"Do you want to file a police report? The stations just down the street."

"Nah. Its fine and I don't have time to do it anyways. I'll be fine." Raindrops started falling into exit as the woman struggled to put the papers back together.

"There's a Starbucks right beside us, you could get out of the rain." He suggested as more paper got wet.

"Ah...thanks." She took the paper he had collected and made for the door.

"Hey you forgot one." Derek took a good look at it.

'Once home to thousands of acres of fresh water tidal marshes, The coastal plain in Pennsylvania is now buried under recent alluvial deposits above the bedrock...see note 231 for reference.....local relief is less then 200 feet...flash floods becoming a major problem....The Geology department believes that...'

But she had already gone in. So he followed her. He had time. He spotted her at a back table rearranging her proposal or whatever it was. She must be a university student or something. She didn't look that young though, so she must be a graduate student or masters....possibly even a doctorate. She wasn't too bad looking either. Not anything eye catching...simplistic....he didn't see that too much anymore. It was nice seeing a black woman dressed like a professional not like what was plastered across the news every evening. "You missed one." She looked up.

"Oh....great. Thanks."

"Need any help?" She shrugged. So he sat down across from her. It was strange, and kind of unnerving. Here he was sitting with a pretty woman and all her attention was directed away from him. Not that it was a bad thing, her job would be very important of course, but was he that used to having woman falling over themselves to get his attention, that when they didn't it bothered him? He was not going to be one of those guys. He pushed those thoughts away from him. "So what's this for anyways? Is it like a proposal or something?"

"Kind of. We set up field camps in an area of a particular region where geology students can actually get hands on experience."

"So you're a geologist?"

"I guess you could call me that."

"Are you sure you're ok? I mean half these papers are ruined anyways; you really should go to the station and fill out a report. Attempted robbery is-"

"Don't worry about it, this is my copy anyways and I have a presentation to get to right now. But as soon as it's over I'll go straight down and fill out a report."

"It won't be as fresh in your mind."

"Oh believe me it's fresh in my mind. Thank you very much for your help..."

"Derek Morgan." She shook his hand firmly, and also smiled at him. And made his heart skip a beat. Wierd, he thought. "Hey-wait! Don't I get a name?" He asked as she passed through the door into the rain.

"Alexia Chellos." She called back, flagging down a cab. This day was turning out very strange for Derek.

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The second time he saw her was Saturday night at a club in the Penn Quarter. At first he didn't recognize her. The day before she had her hair up and wore almost no make-up (something he never saw a woman do anymore, even Garcia who didn't care what she looked like wore some) and was very snappy in business attire. She was now literally sitting beside him at the bar. Maybe it was the few drinks he had already had, or the gorgeous babe glued to his side that distracted him, but he had to do a double take before he realized who she was. "Hey." He said.

"Hi." Immediately his date (Gretchen was her name maybe?) put herself between them. "Hi. I'm Caroline." She said loudly. Wow he was way off. Alexia nodded, humouring the drunken woman. "Did you fill out that police report?" He asked.

Alexia nodded, his date nearly hollered, "Oh my god! What happened to you?"

"Nothing serious."

"You here by yourself?" Derek asked, not catching the look his date was shooting him.

"No. I've Got some friends on the dance floor. Big geology party tonight." She laughed. It lit up her whole face. It made him laugh to. Made his date leave his side without him noticing as well.

"So how did your presentation go?"

"Good. Trip to Pennsylvania was approved."

"Let me buy you a drink to celebrate." He offered cockily.

She refused. "I'm driving. So what do you do Mr. Morgan?"

"I work for the FBI."

"That's impressive." It was his time to shrug.

"It's exciting sometimes." She hummed her agreement. She was watching the crowd of dancing people, when one of her supposed friends waved her over. "Gotta run. Good-bye Mr. Morgan."

"Wait- Can I get your number?" She regarded him for a few seconds.

"Third time's the charm." She said leaving him standing there confused.

"What the hell does that mean?" He said aloud as he watched her disappear into the smoke and lights on the dance floor.

"It means if you see her for the third time then, maybe, you'll get her number." A voice said behind him. It was the bartender. He continued, "But I think you're wasting your time. Woman like Lexi don't go for one night stands."

"You don't know me." Derek snapped back at him. The bartender shrugged.

"What do they go for?" Another, younger, hormone raging, likely-got-into-the-club-with-a-fake-id kid asked.

"They...go for the long haul. So damn sweet, modest and innocent they probably wait till marriage. Not your kind of girl Agent Morgan." He drawled.

"I could do that." The kid said eagerly.

"Why don't you back off? And how do you know so much about her?" He spat getting angrier. Who was this jerk to call him out? Derek Morgan could get any girl he wanted. Any girl. Smart and sophisticated or drop dead gorgeous. Speaking of which, where was his date? Ah, she was already into another guy. Derek swore, paid his tab and went home. So much for a night on the town. Oh well, there would always be other girls.

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He was hardly surprised the next morning to be called into the office. He wasn't hung-over nor did he have any plans for the day so he went in.

Nor did it surprise him to be called into the Washington PD office for a routine consult. He was kind of surprised to get a message saying someone was waiting for him in the lobby. But he was shocked to find it was Alexia. She looked even prettier from a distance. But- he wasn't going to pursue an interest in her any more. After much thought, he actually agreed with the idiot bartender. Smart woman just didn't go for him. He knew that. Sure they were attracted at first, but once they found out what his life was really like they abruptly disappeared. And he certainly wasn't going to give up his job for any woman. He crossed the lobby. Alexia pulled out a wallet from behind her back and handed it to him. He recognized it. It was his.

"What the hell?" He asked, confused. He checked his pockets this morning, but couldn't remember if he actually checked his wallet. He knew he paid his tab last night.....how did she get it?

"Mikey found it by the door. He didn't know if anything was taken." She explained seeing his face.

"Who's Mikey?" He asked...and yup his money was gone. Thank god he didn't keep his social insurance on him...but damn his driver's license....medical insurance...credit cards. He'd have to cancel everything. Great. Just great.

"Mikey's the bartender."

"How'd you know I was here?"

"You said you worked for the FBI. I called, they said you were here." That made sense.

"Well thanks for giving it back." They had an awkward silence.

"Alright. Good-bye then." He watched her walk away again. He felt as though he was missing an opportunity. Derek Morgan never missed an opportunity in his life. She didn't have to come all the way to the precinct. He raced outside. And didn't see her. "Damn." He cursed. Then he spotted the green skirt she had been wearing go around the corner. He chased after her. He was going to get this one. He finally caught up to her.....and was out of breath.

"Look I know this is short notice-" He spotted a breakfast diner across the street. "But would you like to go for breakfast?"

"Now?"

"Yeah. If you have time." He added on, completely forgetting he had that consult to do. She looked at her watch.

"Yeah I have time."

"How much?"

"All day." He laughed and took her out for breakfast.

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About 3 ½ months later

Derek sat at his desk daydreaming. He was dreaming about a certain woman who was like no one else. He had not admitted to anyone that he had sort of kind of been seeing the same woman over these last few months. Strangely enough it was actually working out pretty good. She had been away for some of it...and he had been on a few cases. Yet he always managed to find some way to contact her daily.

"You seem awfully happy today." Emily Prentiss interrupted his thoughts. He didn't mind.

"I am. Life can not get any better than today."

"Why today? What's so special about today?" She narrowed her eyes. "None of your business." He laughed.

"Prentiss, do you have the Cincinnati case file finished?" Hotch interrupted both of them.

"No sir, I still need ATF's records, and they've been incredibly slow."

"Well get on it then. I need that done by tomorrow." He snapped before going back into his office.

"Sure thing, sir." Emily made a face and picked up her phone. "Is it just me or has Hotch been acting uptight-er then usual?" She mumbled to herself.

"I don't know, but it's my lunch hour. See you later." Alexia, or Lexi as she preferred to be called, was meeting him at a local restaurant in Quantico. It would be the first time this week he would actually see her face to face. She had been stuck up at the Maryland University for most of the week. So he was very excited to see her. Surprisingly they hadn't spent a lot of intimate time together. Actually hardly at all. But then that might be why it was going so good.

"Hey babe." He kissed her firmly and then slid into the booth across from her.

"Hi. How's work?"

"Work or paperwork? I swear someone is slipping me file after file on my desk." She laughed appreciatively, then Derek caught a look of apprehension on her face. "Whats the matter?" He wasn't a profiler for nothing.

"Derek, look, we have to talk-" He hated those thoughts. With a feeling of sudden doom he braced himself for what came next.

"About?" God, how could he have fallen for this? Every single time he got close to a woman they always ran. After someone less intense, with a less crazier job, with more money, with-

"I'm pregnant."

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