Word Count: 421
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. However, I would just like to point out, if this fic becomes a deciding factor in my ownership, I don't plan on ever actually writing this into the script. *wink*
Author's Note: This was just something that jumped into my head. This is my first foray into character death. I hope I don't disappoint.
They had gone out as a team, and she had accepted his invitation.
They were dancing, and he pulled her closer, and she closed her eyes at the feel of his body against hers. The way he moved against her did things to her that she hadn't felt in years. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her. Her breath hitched as he leaned into her, pressing his lips against hers. She whimpered when he pulled back, not even bothering to be embarrassed. He kissed her again and whispered against her ear, "Let me take you home."
And she had.
***
Hotch had spoken at his funeral. His eyes on her the entire time.
"...I knew him on more than just a professional level. I knew him on a personal one. He was a marvel, good at his job, supportive of the victims, but also of our team, our family. He never missed his Mother's birthday, in all the years I knew him, and he never missed one of ours. I trusted him with my life. And he trusted me with his. The day he told me that, was one of the proudest days of my life..."
***
They stood, for what soon would know to be the last time, him leisurely trailing kisses over her shoulder as they looked out at the city lights, and she asked him what he saw in her.
"I see black hair, framing a perfectly sculpted face. Lush lips pursed over slightly crooked teeth. A nose thats slightly too long for anyone but you to pull off easily. And pale skin. Beautifully pale skin." He whispered in her ear, his breath on her neck.
***
Tears slid from her eyes and in a moment of lost control, she lashed out and punched her mirror, sending pieces flying, and probably fracturing her wrist in the process. But that was nothing compared to the pain of knowing she was still here and he was gone for good.
"It is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all..." Her mind whispered.
"No, it isn't!" She cried into her hands. "I need him!" She needed him with every breath she took.
She sat there shaking.
She sat there crying, until she was physically sick.
She sat there until Penelope and JJ showed up, worried sick about her.
She sat there, and finally, Emily Prentiss admitted that she had indeed been in love with Derek Morgan.
A/N: So there is that. Reviews anyone?