Here's another story. Don't worry I have it almost completed I just need to editing stuff. Also I haven't abandoned any of my stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my weird ideas.
A/N: Thanks to Evgrrl09 for encouraging my weirdness.
Derek Morgan walked through the front door of his apartment. He was exhausted from the last case his team had been on: three weeks, four days, and seventeen hours in Detroit, Michigan hunting a pack of serial killers. He tossed his keys on his bedside table and fell face forward onto his comfortable mattress still dressed in his work clothes. Without looking up Derek smacked his answering machine. The very first message made him groan.
"Hi Derek, it's Savannah. I just wanted to let you know that my parents are still coming into town next week. I know you're busy, but can you please make some time for your girlfriend? Anyway, I have to go. Talk to you later."
The next message he heard made him smile tiredly into his bed. "Hey Derek it's your all knowing best friend. I have Clooney at my apartment and you can just come pick him up in the morning. Get some sleep my handsome super hero."
Derek was listening to his messages five minutes later and was almost asleep when the last one made him sit straight up in a panic.
"Hellur! Derek Morgan, now this is my fifth time calling you this month, and you have yet to return any of my phone calls. Now listen here: your great Aunt Viola is sick, and she wants everyone to come down to the family reunion this year. If you don't return my call I'm coming up there, ya hear me? The woman is 87 she doesn't have too many more years left. Ol' peanut head too damn busy for your family. And call ya mama! She ain't heard from you in a few weeks."
Derek stared at the phone as if it had grown two heads. He silently prayed his aunt wouldn't actually come to D.C. Once, when Derek was fifteen years old, Fran called Mabel "Madea" Simmons in a panic. He was spending all of his time hanging out with gangbangers and drug dealers. Mabel drove all the way from Atlanta to Chicago with one mission: to whoop Derek Morgan's ass.
There were no hellos or how are you doings with Mabel. She just showed up on Fran's doorstep. Madea simply walked into the house and asked, "Where is he?"
Fran pointed to a storefront and by the time his aunt had finished whooping his ass, he'd decided to stick to football, graduate from high school, and go to college.
He still remembered the words his aunt spoke to him. "Derek, your father's gone now but if he saw you acting like this he would be ashamed. I know you've been through a lot, and you may not believe me now, but there are better things and better people out there for you."
Derek laid back down. He put his hands behind his head and thought about how right his Aunt had been.
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Derek walked through the glass doors leading to the bullpen holding two cups of coffee.
"Mornin' guys."
"Morning Morgan," Reid said with a hopeful smile.
"Reid, one of these coffees is for me and the other is for Garcia."
"Of course it is," Emily said with an eyeroll.
Derek smirked. "Prentiss if you hate the coffee here so much, next time when we have a budget meeting, you can bring it up."
"Yeah I'm sure that will go over real well what with all the budget cuts and such."
"Maybe I could put together a presentation on the benefits of coffee. For instance, did you know coffee reduces the risk of developing type two diabetes?" Reid chirped.
"Yeah you do that, Pretty Boy," Morgan laughed.
As Reid continued his excited babble about the benefits of coffee, Prentiss shot Morgan a glare as he walked off towards Garcia's office in clear annoyance at being stuck listening to the resident genius.
"Knock knock, Baby." Derek said with a sly grin on his face.
"Oh hey, Hot Stuff!" she exclaimed as she turned in her chair to face him. "Ooh, gimme gimme!"
"Who said one of these is for you?" Derek teased clutching both cups to his chest.
"Because my Derek Morgan wouldn't be so cruel as to bring real coffee into my bat cave without sharing."
"You know me I could never be cruel to you," he responded handing over the steaming cup of coffee.
"So what are your plans for lunch? Maybe a little sushi with your main man?"
"Sorry Charlie I already have plans for lunch. Sam wanted to try this new Asian fusion restaurant."
"Oh okay. Well maybe some other time," Derek mumbled, crestfallen.
"You got it." she said with a winsome smile.
Just then his cellphone rang. "I better take this." Derek said as he tiredly rubbed his neck On his way out of the door Penelope heard him say, "Sorry Savannah I didn't call you last night I was wiped out."
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Derek sighed as he sat across from Savannah at some trendy restaurant during his lunch break. She was currently going on and on about her parents coming into town. He'd been non stop working and his brain just didn't feel like processing anymore information.
"So I was thinking you could come with me to pick them up from the airport Friday."
"Oh sure, sure. Uh what time are they coming?" he asked absentmindedly.
"Derek, have you been listening?" she asked as she crossed her arms defensively across her chest.
Derek sat in silence for a moment. He couldn't very well tell his girlfriend he'd quit listening halfway through their one sided conversation. He missed the days where he was the only lunch date Penelope had. He and his best friend would flirt shamelessly and simply enjoy each others' company. It seemed every time he got together with Savannah she was talking non-stop. He knew that it was due to the fact that they barely got to see each other, but it was too much.
"Sorry about that. I must have missed that detail," he said instead of voicing his annoyance.
He almost rolled his eyes when she patted his hand and kept rambling.
"When do I get to meet your family?"
"Hopefully soon. I...uh...have just been busy. As soon as we get some real down time, I'll give my mom a call." Derek wasn't sure he was ready for her to meet his mom. Partly because his mother would take one look at him and see that he wasn't completely all there in the relationship.
Cutting into his thoughts Savannah asked, "I know about your mom and sisters, but what about your dad's side of the family? Do you ever see them?"
"I haven't been to see them in almost seventeen years. They live in Georgia."
"Georgia?" she asked with a slight tinge of disgust in her voice. "I thought your family was from Chicago."
"Just my mom's side of the family. My dad's side of the family comes from the country."
"No wonder you don't want to go back there," she said haughtily.
Derek could feel himself become defensive. "Hey what's wrong with being from the country?"
"There are bugs and wild animals. And think about all the ignorant people."
"Okay, wait a minute. Just because they come from the country doesn't mean they're stupid. And not all of them are from the country a lot of them live in Atlanta."
"Well if you care about them so much why haven't you gone back to visit?" Savannah retorted in a standoffish tone.
"Because life got in the way. You know, I don't want to talk about this anymore and I need to get back to the office." Derek stood up and Savannah followed suit. Once outside of the restaurant he gave her a tentative kiss on the cheek. Before either could say anything else his phone began to ring.
"I gotta get this."
"Okay Derek. Call me when you get off of work."
He watched her retreating back wondering if staying with Savannah was really worth it. Sure she was pretty, smart, and independent, which is what he usually looked for in a woman, but somedays it seemed like his relationship was more work than it was really worth, Derek knew he wasn't getting any younger and the time for playing the field was over. It was time to settle down and make a real commitment. It was time to give his mother those grandbabies she's been asking for.
Just as Derek got into his suv his phone rang again. He slid his phone out of his pocket and cringe as read the caller ID. He rested his the back of his head on the head rest and answered.
"Hey, Aunt Mabel."
"Well hellur to you, too! Boy, I been trying to call you for a month now!"
"I know, Madea, and I'm sorry. I've just been... really busy."
"Don't give me that you were busy mess. Did you get my message?"
"Yes ma'am I did, but I'm sorry I don't think I can make it. I might get called on a case." Derek sighed hoping she would drop the subject of him going to his family reunion."
"Derek, all that Viola has done for you, I think you can bring your ass down here for a few days."
This wasn't good; she was resorting to guilt. He knew exactly what his Great Aunt Viola had done. She took care of him during the summers after his father died. His mom had been stressed about money and worried about what a ten year old Derek Morgan was going to do. She called her husband's family, and they welcomed her and her children with open arms.
"Madea, I promise I'll try."
"Derek, don't make me come up there and bring you back with me. You know how do, I don't play no games. I don't give a damn if you are with the F.B.I or not. Boy, I whooped your ass all those years ago and I can do it again."
Derek grinned at that. She may have been tough as nails and didn't take shit from anyone but she cared in her own loveably (and slightly violent) way.
"Madea, I promise I'll do everything in my power to try and make it."
"You better because I am sick and tired of bragging about my big shot profiler nephew."
"I get it. I'll come."
Derek heard his aunt move the phone away from her mouth and barked out a laugh when he heard her yell, "Joe, get out the damn kitchen. That's why you so fat now! You so big you have moons orbiting around your waist!"
"I hear you and Uncle Joe are still at each other throats."
"I love my brother, but he ain't got no damn sense."
There was a beep in Derek's ear signaling another call.
"Hey Madea work is calling me. I gotta let you go."
"Okay Derek but you remember what I said. I will come up there and you know your Madea isn't scared of no F.B.I or no Po-Po!"
Derek chuckled as they ended the call. He took the call from Hotch requesting everyone's presence at the BAU so they could go over the latest case files and have Garcia process them. As he pulled out of the parking lot of the restaurant, he wondered if he should take Savannah with him. It would be funny to see his fancy ass girlfriend in the dirty south.
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