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This is my world. Strauss does die, Emily is back, and Will and JJ aren't together in this story anymore.
Rossi sat around his cabin thinking, which sometimes wasn't good. Over the past few days his team had been in disarray.
Penelope and Derek were at each other throats. He knew the reason, even if those two were too blind to see it.
JJ and Reid had stopped talking all together. JJ hadn't even mentioned in the bullpen that Spencer spent time with his godson. Rossi knew Reid felt like a dirty secret.
Hotch and Emily weren't doing any better. They had made a go at a relationship and that burned up in flames pretty quickly. Rossi suspected it was too much too soon. Hotch still blamed himself for Haley's death, and Prentiss resigned herself to becoming a cat lady.
Rossi had lost a woman that he had truly loved, and it hurt. He needed his team to help him heal and they needed to heal as well.
Rossi decided that all the fighting, and the secrets they had been hiding needed to stop. This team was falling apart right in front of his eyes.
Derek was no longer calling Garcia. He left that job to everyone else. Fortunately the rest of the team weren't on the receiving end of a hissed fuck you like Morgan was.
Twice Hotch had insisted the either Morgan or Garcia hang up the phone.
Derek was so pissed he was radiating anger. The problem, he couldn't figure out why he was so damn mad at her. Sure Penelope dabbled into the dating pool, but who the fuck was Sam? Wasn't having to deal with Lynch's unrelenting efforts to steal her back enough?
This was going to be a few years ago all over again. Were they didn't talk. They didn't hug, no movie nights, and the flirting was dead.
Nothing.
Garcia wasn't in a better mood either. She was allowed to date damn it. All the times Morgan had said I love you, and he never made a move. She was sick of it, and if she wanted to date more than one guy she was going to do it. Of course Derek didn't know about all the times she cried herself to sleep watching him dance with some floozy in the club. Or how many pints of ice cream she scarfed down trying to ease her pain. One night she just decided she had enough of her Derek Morgan induced misery.
If Penelope dabbled in plunging necklines, and shorter skirts that was her damn business. Hell Derek didn't even know she played the ukulele now and had this been when they weren't fighting, he would insist he get a concert and would be her most captivating audience.
So how Derek and Penelope were now stuck in an SUV headed towards Rossi's cabin was beyond the both of them.
Penelope thought JJ was suppose to pick her up, but Rossi sent her a text message saying JJ couldn't be the one to take her.
Penelope huffed, and after two firm warnings that Garcia was to get her ass in the car of whom ever picked her up, she decided she couldn't back out.
So when she saw Derek Morgan with his jaw ticking standing outside of her apartment door, she wanted to punch her Italian Stallion in the face.
Derek didn't look like he wanted to be there anymore than she wanted him there. He was pissed. "Sam. Who the fuck was Sam, and why was he in her apartment the other night?" This question gnawed at Derek.
Derek growled and insisted on helping Penelope with her bags.
Derek muttered, "Four fucking days."
Penelope glared at Derek and asked, "What was that? Care to share with the class?"
Derek's voice was low and full of timber. "Four fucking days Penelope, and you bring your entire closet."
"You know Agent Morgan fuck you."
Derek looked back at Penelope and said, "Fuck me, no princess… fuck you."
Penelope glared at Derek and asked, "What in the hell is your problem?"
Derek stalked towards Penelope, dropping her bags in the process.
"You want to know what my problem is?"
Derek rolled his eyes and said, "My fucking problem is that fact that once again I had to hear about you with some guy from JJ."
Penelope snorted and said, "As if any of that is your business. If you tell me you love me then don't have the balls….?
Derek growled dangerously low in his throat and said, "The balls Garcia? "
Penelope stuttered asking, "Mor..Mor…Morgan what are you doing?"
Derek backed Penelope into the nearest wall. Her back was flat against the cool surface.
Derek roughly placed his thigh between her legs and parted them. Before she could snap her legs close Derek cradled Penelope's ass and lifted her up.
He could see her chest heaving in her low cut floral print Besty Johnson dress. The soft fabric and crinoline underneath bunched around her thighs. Derek gave her ass a hard squeezed.
He rocked his hips against her panty clad center, not once, not twice, but three times and felt her shudder.
Derek nipped at Penelope's neck and said, "Now this is me fucking with you."
He kissed her hard and fast. He suddenly let her go, leaving her in a panting crumpled mess against the wall.
Derek turned his back to a fuming Penelope.
Penelope asked gruffly, "Is this is what you are so angry about? The fact that another man pays attention to me?"
Derek sighed and said, "I thought we were back on track. We flirt all the time. You call me all the time, we comfort each other, and you didn't even give me a damn chance. This is the Lynch thing all over again, and I can't take it."
"What can't you take agent Morgan?" Penelope's voice dripped with venom.
"I can't take being in love with you, and you run away from me again."
Penelope blanched. Surely this man was most certainly not in love with her. He is just throwing a Derek Morgan sized tantrum.
But Penelope looked at Derek, really and truly looked. His shoulders were slumped, and his breathing was shallow. That man declared his love in the middle of an argument, that he had convinced himself he wasn't going to win.
Penelope placed her hand on Derek's back and said, "Oh honey."
"No Penelope just stop it. Let's just make a deal. You stay away from me, and I will damn sure stay the hell away from you."
Penelope screamed, "FINE."
The ride with Penelope and Derek was oddly quiet. No flirting, or hand holding, or simple touches. Penelope was miserable. How were they suppose to get through four days without killing each other?
After six long hours they pulled up to the cabin that was more like a mansion then an actual cabin. Sure it was made from wood, but was bigger than anything property they had ever seen.
Derek got out of the SUV first, and snatched up most of the bags wordless. Penelope tried to wrestle her bags away.
Derek said, "Damn it just let me carrying this shit."
Penelope sighed and grabbed what was left.
David greeted them at the door. He held his hands out to Derek to signal he was going to help him carry the luggage.
It didn't go unnoticed to Rossi that these two were beyond pissed at each other.
Rossi sighed thinking, "This is going to be harder than I thought."
Rossi set the bags down, and the very unhappy Penelope and Derek followed Rossi's actions.
Rossi clapped his hands together and said, "Welcome to my humble abode.
Derek snorted and said, "Humble my ass. This place is fan-fucking-tastic."
Penelope almost smiled at what Derek said, then quickly scowled.
Rossi said, "Have a seat in my den. There are drinks and comfortable seating. We will go over room assignments later.
Derek was relieved surely Rossi wouldn't put the two of them in a room together. Rossi couldn't be that damn cruel.
Hotch tentatively knocked on Emily's door. He knew this was going to be the most uncomfortable four days of his life. He had always had a thing for the raven haired beauty but he couldn't go there with her. Not now, after he'd broken up with Beth he settled on just taking care of his son.
Quietly Emily opened the door. She tried to smile, but it came out sadder than she intended.
Emily hated that Hotch wouldn't make a move, and she knew if she did he would go running like a scared puppy.
Softly Emily said, "Come on in."
Hotch took his sunglasses off, and followed behind her then he closed the door.
Emily turned around quicker than she meant to and came very close to knocking Aaron over.
Emily said, "I'm sorry."
Aaron said, "I didn't mean to…"
Emily sighed and bounded towards her kitchen. She had to get away from him. She had to get away from his scent. She had been with Aaron once and that night had been burned into her mind. But his scent, oh god his scent stayed with her. That night Aaron smelled of powerful man, his woodsy cologne and sex.
Emily mustered up all her strength and asked, "Would you like anything to drink?"
Aaron thought, "All the Burbon you have in the house."
But instead he said, "No thank you. Rossi will be expecting us soon. He sounded desperate. He's trapped there with Morgan and Garcia."
Emily grimaced. She felt sorry for Rossi. Almost. This was after all his fault. Nosy bastard.
Emily grabbed her bags. Hotch insisted on carrying the bulk of them. Emily huffed her annoyance but wisely didn't say anything.
Once in the vehicle they attempted small talk. Hotch would every once in a while risk a glance towards Emily. She looked as miserable as he felt.
Aaron was tired of being the wounded hero. Maybe this vacation would be his chance to finish what they started, with hopefully the outcome being forever. Or this could blow up in his face.
Aaron settled in for the six hour drive, he turned on classic Clapton. It was one of the few things they could agree on without an all out debate.
As the dulcet sounds of "Layla" began they both sighed, knowing at least they didn't have to hash out their feelings right now.
Reid was hurt, disappointed, angry, confused. Why JJ told everyone else before Spencer that her and Will had broken up was beyond him.
Even after the whole Emily dying fiasco, he would have thought JJ would have learned not to keep anything from him. She knew it almost destroyed them the last time.
Reid would have been there for her, he would have comforted her. Why JJ wanted to suffer alone was lost to him. He loved JJ and Henry with all of his heart.
He knew Will and JJ would never work. Even before there was a Will and JJ, Spencer thought that they may have had a chance. After all they did go on a date. Of course JJ had to explain the sport of American football the entire game, but it was fun.
They were close, some might even say they were best friends. JJ made Spencer Henry's godfather Which was still a sore spot in Spencer's heart. To Spencer holding Henry the first time hurt like hell. He had these silly fantasies about being the father of her children.
Spencer's relationship with JJ was hard. He loved her and wanted her, but she unintentionally kept hurting him. Spencer knew that girls like JJ didn't go for guys like him.
He was tired of being a cliché.
Right before Will and JJ ended their marriage. JJ was spending more and more time with Spencer. They talked all the time, they had spent a lot of time doing family like things with Henry. But she never mentioned what was happening in her home.
Spencer sighed. He got out of his car and headed to JJ's front door. He tripped over one of Henry's soccer balls. Spencer smiled as he remembered how the young boy tried to teach Spencer how to play. JJ was in the yard looking at the two of them and smiling.
This is what Spencer wanted, and it broke his heart that JJ didn't love him back.
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Yes in the next chapters you will find out why everyone is so dysfunctional.