A/N: Hey all from Lebanon! Hope everyone's summer is going great! Mine's been super hot. So anyways, here's the new story. If you haven't read For You, Always, that's ok, because this story is more of a companion then a sequel. It's the same story but Emily and Morgan's point of view and story. Hope you enjoy!!
Disclaimer: Nope, still haven't acquired the rights to Criminal Minds.
Chapter 1: One Night Stand:
Emily knew she'd had a little too much to drink but she didn't care, she was out to have a good time. She wasn't drunk, by far—she was pretty sure she still had her wits about her—but she did feel looser, freer. Hence her dancing at a club with strangers, while her friends danced close by, JJ with Will, Garcia and Kevin, and Morgan with a stranger of his own.
The team had just finished up with a particularly gruesome case that she didn't even want to think about anymore. All needed to unwind. Even Hotch and Rossi were sitting at a table having a drink with their resident genius.
Emily just let herself go to the rhythm of the music. Her current dance partner, a Latin man with great hair, was a great dancer; but she wondered vaguely if she could entice Reid or even Hotch or Rossi to give it a go.
She laughed out loud, now she knew she was done in the drinks department, knowing that if she hadn't had a drop she would never really consider dancing with her superiors. All she needed was to wake up the next day in bed with either of them.
Thanking her dancing partner, she knew it was time for some coffee. She passed by Will and JJ, laughing as they danced, generally having a good time. JJ mouthed to her asking where she was going. Emily shouted back that she was going for coffee.
Just as she was about to get off the dance floor she felt a tug on her hand. She was ready to turn around and let the guy know she wasn't interested. But when she did turn around she was surprised to see who the hand belonged to.
"Where are you off to?" Morgan questioned, pulling her close while swaying to the music.
All thoughts of coffee flew out of her head when she felt how close they were. She was surprised she was blushing. It was only Derek Morgan, fellow FBI agent and good friend. But as his hands went to rest on her hips, pulling her further in to the center of the dance floor, he sure didn't feel like just her good friend.
She didn't know why his close proximity suddenly had such a pronounced affect on her. She'd been close to him many times, granted it was usually with guns in their hands, hunting down un-subs.
She had to protest. She didn't exactly know why, but she had to. What was she doing before he had snatched her up?
"I… I was going to grab…" she tried, not remembering what she was going to grab.
He stopped her anyways, taking her other hand. "Come on, dance with me."
She blushed again; luckily the room was dim enough so that he wouldn't notice. All she needed was for him to see the effect he was having on her, and have his ego inflate. Still she let herself be pulled into the crowd.
Luckily, or unluckily, she didn't know how to look at it just yet, the music switched to something a little slower, sultrier. And after a moments hesitation she began to match the rhythm of the music and the moves of Derek Morgan's very capable body.
The song seemed to go on and on, and she found herself not wanting it to end. She told herself that it was necessary to the dance to rub her body up against his, as well as his arms being all over her. It was just a dance, after all. But, she didn't recall Morgan getting this close to Garcia the few times she'd witnessed them dancing together. She pushed thoughts of scepticism out her mind as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Morgan bent his head close to her ear and if the feel of his breath didn't shock her the words that came out of his mouth did. "Let's get out of here."
'Whoa,' Emily thought, stunned. 'Where did that come from?'
She pulled back to stare at him, sure that he was joking. He was one for practical jokes. But the intense stare coming from his dark chocolate eyes told her he wasn't kidding, not one bit.
What was he thinking? she wondered. They were colleagues, friends, nothing more. Those words weren't supposed to be coming out of his mouth. Well, neither were the ones that came out of her, next.
"Ok," she breathed out.
They began to walk off the dance floor together, headed for the exit, when she remembered something.
"Oh, wait, I've got to let Dave know I'm going," she spoke up.
Morgan raised an eyebrow.
"He was my ride here," she said sheepishly.
"Ok," he nodded. "I'll wait here."
Emily made her way back to the table they'd all been sharing, finding it occupied by Rossi, Reid, Hotch and now Garcia.
"Hey guys," she greeted, wondering why her voice still sounded so breathless.
"Hey girl," Garcia replied, in her usual cheerful way. "Saw you dancing with Derek, it was hot."
Emily couldn't help blushing, and she wondered very briefly if something was wrong with her ability to control her bodily functions. "Thanks," she said lamely. "Guys I'm beat—"
Rossi began to get up. "All right, I can take you home."
"No," she practically shouted. All eyes were staring directly at her now, each one wondering what was the matter with her. "I mean," she corrected. "Don't worry about it Dave, Derek offered to take me home. He's on his way out anyways."
"Oh," Rossi responded, giving her a quizzical look.
She could have hit herself right then. Acting like such a psycho at a table full of profilers, someone was bound to put two and two together. The least she could have done was attempt to act natural. By the way Rossi was looking at her he clearly knew something was up.
"You guys are having a great time," she said more calmly. "I don't want to ruin that." She put a hand on Rossi's arm. "Thanks for the ride here, Dave, but stay and have a good time."
He nodded and took his seat; with a quick goodbye to all, she made her way back to Derek.
Wordlessly, they made there way out of the club, Morgan slipping his hand around hers.
Emily woke up the next morning with a headache. For a second, she couldn't remember where she was, until she turned over to see a very shapely arm in her direct view. She leaned up on her arm to look over that shapely arm and came face to face with a sleeping Morgan. And suddenly, every single detail of the night before came back to her in a flash.
Morgan pulling her into his bedroom, kissing her neck. Clothes being thrown off in a rush. The touch of his skin electrifying her skin. The caresses of their bodies as they moved together.
It had been one very good night.
But, oh man, she had slept with a co-worker—a strictly forbidden activity at the Bureau. What had she been thinking? Agreeing to go with him, putting both their careers on the line. No, she had to remedy this situation and quick.
She looked back over at Morgan wondering if she should wake him up or not. He looked so peaceful; it was rare that anyone ever saw him so unguarded and so vulnerable. The sight was heart-warming and she suddenly had the urge to touch his face, an urge that she was about to follow through on.
As she reached out to touch his face, Morgan began to stir. She pulled back her hand as if it were burned, and watched as his arm went up to cover his eyes.
No more trying to sneak a feel, she told herself, it was time to leave.
She started to get out of bed, pulling the sheet along with her.
"Where are you going?" Emily heard Morgan's groggy voice.
Emily looked over at him startled, his eyes were still covered. Briefly, she thought about not answering and making a mad dash for the exit, but then she'd be making that run naked.
"Home," she answered reluctantly.
His arm came off his face and he reached for her hand, pulling her gently causing her to take a tumble back onto his bed. "Hey, stay for a bit. We can make some breakfast, eat, and go out and do something. Maybe we can catch a movie."
Emily just stared at him incredulously. Obviously, the gravity of their situation hadn't dawned on him yet. "Derek," she started slowly. "This was a mistake."
He gave her an irresistible pout, that almost had her instantly back in his arms again. "It sure didn't feel like a mistake. You can't tell me you didn't have a good time last night. Deny it, try it, I dare you," he teased.
He had her smiling. He could do that. It was a bad, very bad quality he had. She did not want to smile just then. Still, he was so cute, and so very hot…
But their jobs would be on the line.
"Come on Derek," she protested, getting out of bed once again, she found her black dress and picked it up. "We both had a little too much to drink, let's leave it at that."
He didn't say anything in answer and she continued to walk around his room, looking for various pieces of clothing. She took his silence as understanding. Good, that was that. She felt relieved and yet a little disappointed.
She was about to go into the adjoining bathroom when he stopped her in her tracks. "I wasn't drunk Emily, I knew exactly what I was doing. And you did too."
Emily let out a sigh. "I know… but Derek, we can't… I can't…"
Morgan just nodded his head in resignation. She left the room quickly, not able to look at his face any longer. If she wasn't mistaken, she could tell there was hurt in his eyes. And the last thing she had ever wanted was to hurt Derek Morgan.
Emily walked into the BAU and made her way to the bullpen all with tentative steps. She had left Derek's apartment promptly after getting dressed. They hadn't even talked after that. Now she wondered how they were going to act after that. She hoped they could be normal.
"Morning Emily," a voice greeted.
She nearly jumped out of her skin, and she knew normal had jumped out the window.
"Oh, Dave, morning," she replied after a second.
He put a concerned hand on her shoulder. "Hey, is everything all right?"
She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just too much coffee, it's making me jumpy. I need to cut back on the caffeine."
He gave her a curious look before continuing. "I see you made it home safely Friday night."
'Ok,' she thought to herself. 'Here is a direct reference to that night. Be calm, you're talking to a profiler.'
"Yep, all in one piece," she assured, silently praising her serenity.
"That's good. How was your weekend?" he asked her.
Emily heard his question but was suddenly distracted. "Um… fine…"
Her eyes trained on Derek as he made his way through the glass doors into the BAU offices. She braced herself for the moment that they'd com face to face.
He looked good, she couldn't help but notice. He was wearing a suit, something he rarely did. She had to swallow suddenly.
He reached his desk and put his brief case down. He turned to them and said, "Morning Rossi, Morning Prentiss."
Her face fell suddenly. Prentiss? Friday night she had been Emily. To say that she was disappointed was an understatement. She didn't know why she felt dejected all of the sudden, but she did.
"Morning," she mumbled.
Luckily, if anyone noticed her sudden ice-cold mood they weren't able to comment, because Garcia chose that exact moment to swoop in.
"Hey guys," Garcia greeted.
"Good morning," Rossi replied.
"Morning, baby girl," Morgan responded jovially.
Emily's frown deepened.
"Hey Em," Garcia's attention suddenly turned on her. "Can I talk to you a second?"
"Sure," she quickly replied, relieved. Anything to get away from him.
They made their way to Garcia's dimly lit office. Once there she regretted coming in the first place.
"So, spill," Garcia demanded.
"Spill?" Emily asked, unsure.
"What happened after you and tall, dark and handsome left the club Friday night?" Garcia elaborated.
Emily shrugged. "Nothing."
"Don't give me that," she said in exasperation. "I can tell, I know these things. Did you go to his place or yours?"
"Garcia," Emily almost pleaded.
"You know I'll find out somehow," Garcia warned. "It would be better to tell me now."
"Ugh… Penelope, you're annoying, you know that," Emily exclaimed in exasperation. "We went to Derek's place."
Unfortunately, the minute the words came out of her mouth the door opened to reveal JJ.
"I knew something was going on!" JJ exclaimed.
Emily let out a groan.
"So, how was he?" Garcia asked excitedly.
"Do you even have to ask? With a body like that… " JJ added.
The two girls looked at JJ with wide eyes.
"What?" she defended. "Just because I'm not interested in him doesn't mean that I don't know that the guy is hot."
Emily let out a sigh. "Guys, I'm not sure I want to talk about this anymore," Emily said in obvious discomfort.
"Ok, no more details," Garcia relented. "When are you seeing him again?"
"I see him everyday at work," Emily evaded.
"You know what she means," JJ elaborated. "When are you guys going out again?"
Emily shook her head in disbelief at the question. "Well considering what we did wouldn't be considered a date, I'd say we're not. We both agreed it wouldn't be a good idea."
Both women's mouths dropped open.
"Come on guys, don't give me that look." Emily winced. "You know the Bureau frowns on intermingling of employees. If we got caught…"
"Then don't get caught," JJ said simply.
Emily raised an eyebrow at that.
"Hey, it can be done. Look at me and Kevin, going strong a year later. Living together and everything. If anyone asks, though, we're roommates."
"I don't know Garcia," Emily said tentatively.
"All I know Emily, is that Derek Morgan isn't a guy to miss out on if given the chance," JJ finished.
Emily took it to heart, knowing she had much to think about.
Morgan walked over to the water cooler to grab a drink before the mornings briefing. Rossi was already there grabbing himself a drink.
Neither said a word but by the look Rossi was shooting him he knew he had something to say.
"Rossi, man, if you've got something to say, spit it out," Morgan prompted.
"Just wondering if everything's alright between you and Emily," Rossi spoke up.
"Everything's fine, why wouldn't they be?" Morgan shot back, suddenly realizing he was on a team of profilers.
"It's just, Emily seemed so jumpy and you seemed a little cold towards her," Rossi observed.
"Nope, nothings wrong. We're fine, friends, that's all," Derek iterated, hoping the bitterness he felt didn't emanate from his words.
"That's good," Rossi said.
Derek began to walk away when Rossi's voice stopped him.
"Derek, be careful with her, she's not as tough as she lets everyone believe."
Derek nodded then walked away, knowing that Rossi was right.
Just in case the For You, Always readers are confused, this takes place about a month before chapter one of For You, Always. Conflicted should pretty much match the timeline of For You, Always from here on out.
Well let me know what you think. I hope you enjoyed it, but if you didn't let me know anyways. I'll have the next chapter up shortly.
See ya all!
