She was beautiful. Her long dark hair, her pale skin. She was completely beautiful. And mine. She was mine. She was stubborn, defensive, and sometimes a bit fighty, but she was perfect to me. And I loved her. I always had, from the second she walked into my life. I still did, actually. I squeezed her familiar hand, and she turned to me. She smiled - half happy, half sad - and I knew it was time. With tears threatning to spill down my cheeks, I planted one final kiss upon her forehead, and reluctantly let go of her fingers, letting her leave me for another man. For good. She wasn't mine anymore.
-Derek Morgan
Prologue for a multi-chap story I post. The story goes back a bunch of years after this. Morgan and Prentiss have an established relationship that is a secret to everyone, including Morgan's 15 year-old daughter, Charlie (you'd find out how she came into the picture in the story). Hotch's son, Jack, would be 15 as well. It'd be family-ish and have a lot of Morgan-Prentiss. I'm thinking I'll post a couple more chapters and see how people react, then decide wether or not to continue. What do you think? Thanks for reading. :]