Vertigo
Author's Note: My other multi-chaptered story, Of Lost Happiness and Lasting Pain, is on a slight hiatus. I guess that's because I'm still on some kind of overload from the season finale and I need to write something lighter. This will be a short multi-chapter, its format slightly inspired by (500) Days of Summer but linear. And in the true words of Emily Prentiss; every ending is also a beginning.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Morgan swiftly grabbed his bag off the conveyor and moved with long strides through the crowd. The flight had made two stops and taken almost twelve hours and to say he was restless would be an understatement.
Summer had apparently reached London as well as D.C. The sun warmed his face through the glass walls as he made his way toward the main entrance, their regular meeting point. The mere thought of seeing her within minutes was enough to put a small smile on his face. It wasn't that long since he was here, still this visit was different. Hell, everything was different now.
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he almost didn't notice her. But there she was, right under the large digital board announcing departing flights, pacing. The black pencil skirt and white dress shirt told him she came straight from work; he knew Emily hated those skirts and chose pants when she could get away with it.
Unconsciously, he slowed down to just look at her. He had never been amazed by anyone like he was by Emily. And how the course of the past six years had shaped their relationship. She was still pacing, now writing something on her cell phone. Then she suddenly looked up, as if she felt his stare. It wouldn't surprise her if she did. He had come to realize just exactly how synchronized they were. Was it from all the field work together, depending on each other and laying their lives in each other's hands? Or was it simply chemistry, as Garcia claimed it was? Fate...
Now she looked straight at him, the hand holding the phone falling to her side, forgotten. Then she smiled. That wide, dazzling smile that always reflected on his face. Always, even over the grainy webcam over Skype. Still, it was overwhelming to see her in person.
As he walked the remaining few feet, she took a few steps, meeting him halfway. And in that moment he knew exactly how this was going to end. The ending of something old, the beginning of something new. An old cliché but not less of a truth. This visit had a specific purpose, they both knew it. And as he wrapped tightly in his arms, burying his face in her hair, he suddenly knew all the answers to the questions that were the reason for him coming here this time. The decisions he had told himself to make in three months were already made. Maybe even before he flew in.
This summer would be far better than the previous ones.
Author's Note: A slightly different prologue. The chapters that follow will answer your questions. What is so different with this London-visit? How many times has he been there? And most importantly, what has happened over the past year? This is set after season 8, in other words, next summer.