This is just a quicky that popped into my head this morning. I'm not sure it actually came out the way I wanted, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Emily stood in the bathroom of the BAU, hands gripping the side of the basin, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She was slightly squinting, trying to figure out if she looked different. Would anyone notice? She knew that they all watched her much closer than they did before.

She had been back at the BAU for a couple of months now and although it still didn't feel the same, she felt like she was home and she was safe. Six months away from her friends…. her family, had been the worse few months of her life. It had exhausted her. Moving from city to city and country to country had taken its toll on her body and her mind. Thinking about every one of the team and the consequences of her loss to them had broken her heart a little more every day.

She had just started to feel a little like her old self. Eating well, sleeping better, wounds physically and mentally were beginning to heal. But as she looked in the mirror, she wondered if that had all changed again. Life was throwing her up another challenge. Did she have the energy to handle this one? She wanted to. She was petrified and nervously excited at the same time. She figured her ability to handle this would depend somewhat on one person.

One night… One night was all it took and her life may never be the same again. Had she regretted that night? No….. It was what she had needed…... What they had needed to put the turmoil of the past few months to rest.

7 weeks earlier…..

Standing at his front door she wandered if she was doing the right thing. She held her clenched fist up ready to knock, but hesitated. Closing her eyes, she could see his face the first time their eyes had met when she resurfaced, for him, from the dead. There was a mixture of confusion, sadness and relief whirling around those eyes, but in his face she saw the hurt too. He had been lied to…. Deceived by people he thought of as his friends. She knew in his position she would have felt the same. You can't undo six months of pain in a few minutes.

Knocking at the door, she took a deep breath hearing his footsteps get closer.

The door opened…. "Emily?"

"Derek, I know I shouldn't just turn up like this, but I wanted to talk to you and I thought if I called you may not answer."

His surprised expression soon turned into one of hurt.

"Why wouldn't I answer my phone to you?"

"Earlier. You just seemed so…. " She paused, not knowing what to say. "…..Can I come in? Just for a few minutes."

"Sure." He said, moving aside for her to enter then shutting the door behind her.

There was an awkward silence as Emily stood in his hallway, nervously messing with her fingers. He looked her straight in the eyes as if he was still trying to figure out if she was really there.

"Wanna drink?" He uttered, the tension in his voice not escaping her.

"Yeah…. Something strong."

He continued to look at her for a little while longer and she thought she saw the sides of his mouth curl up just a little at her obvious desperation for some alcohol to help her through this conversation.

Eventually they sat opposite each other in his sitting room, both nursing a generous glass of whisky. Emily circled the rim of the glass with her finger, trying to figure out the right words to start with, but he beat her to it.

"So, are you gonna talk to me Emily or are we gonna sit here and get drunk in silence?"

She let out a little laugh then swallowed hard.

"I guess I don't know where to start. I just want to know we can work through this, that you want to work through this. Please don't hold this against JJ and Hotch, they were just doing what they thought was right."

"I know…" He whispered, "And when I sit rationalise this all eventually I know it'll be ok, but right now I don't know which feeling to deal with first."

He hung his head and stared at the glass in his hand.

"What do you mean?" She asked softly.

"One minute I'm angry because I was lied to. Then I'm over the moon and still in shock that you're actually here. Then I'm sad knowing what you went through over the past few months and the pain that Rossi, Reid and Garcia have been through. Then I'm hurt because you didn't trust me…"

"Hey Derek, I do trust you." She interrupted.

He looked at her and shook his head, "I guess none of that matters now anyway. What's done is done."

"Of course it matters Derek. Just let me explain. I know it won't undo what has happened over the past few months, but may be it'll go a little way to help you understand."

He nodded his head slowly.

She told him everything, from the moment she found out Doyle had escaped to the moment she knew she had to come home, leaving Morgan saddened even more at what she had gone through, most of all because she had done it all alone.

"I suppose I should get going…. " Emily started as she got up, looking at Morgan who was sat looking almost in a trance.

As she went to walk towards the door, she heard his voice call to her, "Where are you stopping?"

"I got a hotel room until I sort something else out."
"A hotel room?"

"Yeah, it's pretty much all I've lived in for the past few months."

She watched as he looked upwards, in thought, and then back to her.

"Stay here tonight…. You can have my spare room."

"No, I can't do that…. "

"Why not? Look you've have a drink and it's one a.m. It's no trouble honestly."

"Ok. If you're sure." She needed to let him know he was helping her. It was what he was best at and she knew it would be a long time before he got over her not allowing him to help all those months ago.

An hour later, Morgan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. This was nothing unusual since the day she had left. His brain just wouldn't stop working…tormenting him. He just wanted to not feel anything, just for one night.

His attention was soon distracted when he heard a crashing noise. He jumped out of bed and ran to the room where Emily slept, not bothering to knock as he entered.

"Emily?" He said seeing her small figure sat up in the bed. As he moved closer he could see she was breathing heavily and was hugging her knees to her chest.

"Emily?" He said in a much softer tone as he perched himself on the edge of the bed.

She looked at him wide eyed, "Sorry….. Oh god I'm sorry, I broke your lamp."

He looked down to the shattered pieces on the floor and smiled, "Hey it's fine…. I've been meaning to toss it out anyway…." He said lying. "…..Bad dream?"

"Yeah." She whispered.

"You have a lot of those?" He said concerned.

She nodded, "Yeah, but I'm fine, honestly."

He raised an eyebrow at her, letting her know he knew she wasn't fine.

"Ok, well I'll let you get back to sleep." He said as he stood up and walked away. He stopped as he heard her unusually small voice call out to him,

"Derek."

He turned and studied her. He wasn't sure if it was the way the moonlight was reflecting off her face or whether he was just imagining it, but she looked scared.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you…. for hearing me out I mean… and this."

He suddenly felt a twang of guilt hit him. He hated the fact that she thought he wouldn't hear her out in the first place. Right now though, he didn't know how to put that into words, so he did what he did best and turned into the protector. Returning back to his position on the edge of the bed he leant in a little closer, "Listen, I'm having trouble sleeping myself, you want me to stay with you until you drop off?"

She shook her head, "You don't have to do that."

"No, but I want to. You know how we had that little talk about you being stubborn….? Well prove me wrong."

She let a small smile creep across her face and moved over slightly as he shifted his body so it was next to hers, his head propped up against the head board.

For what felt like minutes she lay perfectly still, the feeling of sharing this space with him causing a wave of heat throughout her body from the tension. Feeling his stare on her, she turned upward to look at him. His eyes looked different now. They had calmed. The rage was gone, but not the sadness. He gave her a small, sorry smile and gently touched her forearm with one finger.

He didn't need to say or do anything else. She understood him, just like she always had done but they had never bridged that gap between them before. Now was different though. They were both different and she wanted, for tonight at least, to bridge that gap. She needed it.

She closed the distance between them and let her one arm fall over his naked waist, laying her head in the crook of his neck. She felt his arm wrap around her shoulders and he pulled her in a little bit tighter.

For some reason, her warm breath on his neck made him feel nervous. They had never been so close. It was a line they had not crossed, not physically anyway…. In their minds, through their eye contact, through their brief touches… may be… but not physically.

The walls that they had both built around them, coupled with the complexities of working together had just about managed to keep them either side of that line. Tonight felt different though. Their warmth had turned to intimacy.

He let his hand rest at the top of her arm and stroked her soft skin. As he did he felt her push her body in even closer to him and a shiver ran from the back of his neck to the base of his spine as she shifted her head a little and her lips brushed his skin.

He then did what felt most natural and turned his head so his lips met hers, the kiss soft and searching.

As he made love to her she felt it become more and more frantic. The rage and pain of the past few months were pouring out of him. But he was still tender, his lips barely leaving hers and when they did it was only to shower her neck with the same attention.

Afterwards, he held her close as she drifted off to sleep, their fingers of one hand still intertwined as they had been the whole time they were as one.

Only a short while later, her eyes fluttered open and she focused her vision across Morgan's chest on to the alarm clock on the bed stand. It read three a.m.

"You awake?" She gently whispered, sensing his alertness from the motion of his breathing.

"Yeah."
His voice was raspy and tired.

She pushed her self up on her elbow so she could see his face…. His exhausted face.

"Can't sleep?"

He shook his head ever so slightly.

"Why?"

She watched his adam's apple ripple as he swallowed.

"Derek?" She said worriedly at his lack of response.

Without looking at her he began, "This is gonna sound really silly, but do you know how many times I've dreamt that you were alive like this and then woke up to remember a split second later that you were gone….?

She froze.

"…..Well, I don't want that to happen again Emily."

He felt her watching him for a few seconds so he turned to face her. She leant in and kissed his jaw line tenderly, "It won't happen again. I promise."

Laying her head back on his chest and wrapping her arm around his waist, she continued, "So, how many dreams you had about me doing this then?" She quietly laughed trying to lighten the mood.

"No comment." He said…. She could here the small smile in his voice.

They both lay there silently, until they eventually drifted off to sleep….. Her praying the nightmares didn't come again. Him not worried about nightmares. He was used to dreams…. Wonderful vivid dreams of the woman he had in his arms right now. His nightmare had always began the moment he woke up.

In the morning Emily woke to an empty bed. Somehow it didn't feel right.

She threw her clothes on and went to find Morgan who was in the kitchen.

"Hey…." He smiled as she walked over to him. "…..coffee?"

"Yes please." She said sheepishly.

He carried on making the coffee, feeling a little tension rising between them.

"You know I only left you up there because I needed coffee, not because I didn't want to stay."

"I know." She said with uncertainty, wandering exactly what he was trying to say.

He walked over to stand in front of her, placing the steaming hot coffee on the counter.

"Come here….." He whispered pulling her into his arms. "….You ok?"

"Yeah but…. Well, we're good right?"

"Of course…. We're good." He muttered in his familiar deep reassuring tone. "….. Look I'm sorry for the way I reacted….."

"You don't have to say sorry Derek." She interrupted.

"Just hear me out ok…. I'm sorry for the way I've been since you've been back, but believe me nothing's changed for me. I will always be here for you no matter what and as for what happened last night, I know you'll have a lot of stuff to deal with over the next few weeks. We all will. I just want you to know there's no pressure…. You understand what I'm saying?"

She nodded her head against his chest. She knew he would understand where she was at. It wasn't that she didn't want a repeat of the night before….. she did…. But she had lots of bridges to build, relationships to mend and wounds to heal. She knew she couldn't give herself completely to him right now and that's what he deserved. She couldn't risk letting him down again.

So for the next few weeks they didn't speak of that night, not verbally anyway. The odd touch, the odd word, the way he looked at her. That was all she needed to know they were still good.

She took one more look in the mirror, telling herself she could do this. Taking her cell out she called Morgan asking him to meet her in Garcia's office, knowing she was working on something with JJ in the bull pen.

She paced up and down the office chewing on her fingernails, so drowned in her thoughts she didn't notice him slip inside.

"Emily? What's up?" He said making her jump slightly.

She gripped the back of Garcia's chair and took a deep breath, "I need to talk to you about something and I know now's not the best time as we're about to fly out on this case, but if I don't tell you, you'll know something's up and….."

She stopped as he was suddenly in front of her, "Emily, slow down."

Taking another deep breath and allowing it to escape slowly, she could feel her heart pounding against her chest.

"Ok. There's no easy way of saying this so I'm just gonna say it….."
But she paused as if something may come to help her, but it didn't.

He raised his eyebrows, willing her to continue.

"I'm….. I'm pregnant."

She watched his pupils dilate and he stayed perfectly still. He was looking towards her, but he seemed to be staring straight through her.

"Derek…..?" She said softly. "Derek….. It's yours by the way."

That grabbed his attention and he let out a nervous chuckle, "Yeah I kind of got that."

"Ok, just making sure we're on the same page here."

He paused for a while, peering down at the floor.

"Derek, can you say something please, because I'm kind of freaking out here."

His head shot up and met her gaze, "You are ok about this aren't you? I mean just because something's scary doesn't mean you don't want it right?"

Her stare became more intense on him and she looked at him quizzically, "You're awfully calm about this."

He laughed a little, "Honestly? I'm freaking out inside myself, but not in a bad way. After everything that's happened over the last few months, I'm sure we can get through anything."

"We?" She asked, studying his face.

He took another step closer, "yes, of course, we."

She smiled and felt herself calm just a little.

All of a sudden, Garcia came bounding through the door, staring at them both in surprise.

"What are you two doing in here?"

"Nothing." Morgan was quick to answer.

"Oh right…." She said suspiciously, "…..Well Hotch says the jet is ready. You have to go."

"I'll go get my bag." Emily said, slipping past Garcia and out of the room, glad of the excuse to leave.

Once she had left, Garcia frowned at Morgan, "You two ok?"

"Yeah." He said, smiling as he followed Emily's path.

As her office emptied, Garcia grinned to herself. She was sure she hadn't seen Morgan smile like that in a long time.