A/N: as clear as the sun, English is not my language. And I'm very scared, I confess, because this is my first attemp and I'm sure it's full of mistakes (and silliness)... But as I said to myself, if I don't try, I won't know how much terrible my English is! Forgive me (and be patient with me, if you can!) :)
He doesn't know when it happened, nor why, neither less how. But here he is, on a Mexican beach, surrounded by young bodies and blond heads and smiles and laughs everywhere, and he can't think of anything but her.
The sun is brighter than in Quantico, hotter, happier, too. The ocean is quiet, long waves flow through the sand and retire with patience and children are running and playing and... Well. And he feels lonely. It's strange, it's unbelievable. And it's true, too. He misses her.
These few days should have been a short holiday in order to recover from the high number of cases the BAU closed, a little pause from his violent world. A paradise's corner. Still, she's in Quantico and he's missing her and Mexico can't be a paradise's corner if she's not with him.
« Hi, » he says, sunglasses on, a long drink in the hands, the cellphone stuck between his shoulder and chin, and he can hear she's smiling.
« Hi. Aren't you supposed to be on holiday, man? »
« Yes, Ma'am. »
« So why are you calling me, less than an hour from when you've closed the case? »
« You couldn't believe it... »
« Surprise me, then. » He averts his gaze from the glass, looking intently at the hypnotic movement of the waves. What if this is the moment? « David? Are you still there? »
« Yeah. »
« What's the matter, Dave? I'm getting worried. Are you sure you're well? »
« I miss you, Erin. This is the matter. I can't stand the thought of being here without you. »