I don't know what this is but i wanted to write and this came to me. I don't know if i will finish my other stories but i wanted to write and i didn't have any inspirations for my other story. let me know what you think of this and if i should continue or leave as it is.

It had been two years since she had left and now she was beginning to wonder why she had, the feelings that she was running away from followed her. She doesn't know why she thought moving across an ocean would fix that. She is standing in her apartment looking out over the Thames and first the time in a long time she allows herself to think about what she had left behind, and the tears flow freely and for the first time in a long time she doesn't stop them.

She picks up her phone and scrolls through her contacts and there is one name she can't scroll by this is the person she hasn't spoken to in over a year but she really needs to hear his voice right now. She needs to tell him the whole truth, he deserves that at least. Then she thinks that maybe he has moved on, that he doesn't want her to call and ruin anything that he might have going on.

She puts the phone back down, chickening out once again, she moves into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine, not that, that will make her feel any better. It might perhaps give her the courage to finally call him, she hopes.

Before she realizes whats happened she looks at the wine bottle and realises she has drank it all. She is not drunk but she can feel the effects of it. It helped her with what she wanted and she picked her phone up and called him. Her hands are shaking, she can't recall ever feeling this nervous over a phone call before.

She looks at the clock and figures it to be mid afternoon were he is, she is silently praying that he isn't busy or on a case, her thoughts are interrupted when he answers her call.

"Emily"

she is silent, suddenly lost all control over her voice. Dammit Emily speak you called him after all she thinks to herself.

"Emily, are you there?"

"hey yeah i'm here sorry"

"are you ok? you don't sound like yourself"

"yeah...maybe...no, i don't know, god i sound ridiculous, i'm sorry you are probably busy i'll just go, sorry"

"listen to me, i am not busy i'm at home so i have loads of time, tell me whats wrong please Em"

"I...I...god...I miss you, and i wanted to hear your voice and now i sound extremely pathetic and i know its completely out of the blue, like i haven't spoken to you in months and now, Jesus now i'm rambling."

"I miss you too Emily, and i find it kind of cute, your rambling i mean. I'm really glad you called me i was beginning to think you had forgot me or maybe i had done something, why did you never reply to me? did i do something?"

"No god no, you haven't done anything i mean that, it's just i don't even know what to say."

"it's me Em say whatever it is your feeling i'm here"

"Ok well can you promise not to interrupt till i am finished please"

"I promise"

"Ok, well here go's, you know why i left, i told you but you were right those feelings i had followed me here too, just like you said they would. I don't know why i ever thought that London would take away everything, i guess i was just running away again. I love my job i do, but it's not the same, it's not the family i had back home. I never thought it would of been but anyway that doesn't really matter. What matters is being over here has made me realize just what i have left behind, and to be honest i think i left some of me back there with you because i don't feel whole here. I want to come home and I want us to be us again."

"You can talk now by the way, that is if you are still there?"

"Yeah i'm still here, what are you saying Em? Are you saying that you want to come back to the BAU or are you saying what i am really hoping you are saying?"

"Well i don't know what you are hoping for so i can't answer that, what i can say is no i don't want to come back to the BAU i want to come home."

"Where is home?"

"With you Derek if you want that"