Disclaimer: Yeah, not mine. I only dream.

Anyway, Hypergraphia was my personal challenge to try to write a case-fic for Criminal Minds and I think it turned out all right. This one is, as the title suggests, a little more personal. There's still a bit of a case-fic to it, but it also has a lot of my personal tendencies to try to match-make characters. Be prepared for Morgan to be out of character.

Time Passes

FBI Headquarters

Derek Morgan smiled when he opened his e-mail at work. The first message was from . He opened it and clicked the link. He laughed out loud at the video Tyler made.

The five-year-old's face filled the webcam. "So, Mama is making cookies for my holiday party- the yummy ones that she dips in chocolate and crushed candy canes. But listen!" The webcam turned towards the kitchen, focusing on Joy as she swayed and rolled out cookie dough.

Morgan turned up the volume and heard it. "Do you hear what I hear? Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy. Do you hear what I hear? A song, a song, high above the trees, with a voice as big as the seas. With a voice as big as the seas."

The camera focused on Tyler again. "Mama loves Christmas. We hung up our stockings already and we put the lights on the fake tree, 'cause real trees make Mama sneeze. We make cookies every weekend for the station. And, we sent some to you."

That made Derek pause.

"Mama says they should arrive today, which is why I sent this today."

"Tyler? Who are you talking to?"

"Morgan!" Tyler focused on the camera. "I have to go. It's almost time to dip the first cookies! Bye! Oh! Mama doesn't know I videoed her!"

Reid glanced over when Derek laughed. "What?"

"Tyler sent me a video." He spun out of the way and restarted it for Reid.

"Who's singing?"

"Shh…" Reid hushed JJ. She peeked around and smiled. "He adores you, Morgan."

"I haven't actually seen him in two years," Morgan murmured. "We've done the video thing and the phone thing, but face-to-face…" He shook his head.

"He's gotten so big," JJ commented.

"According to Joy, he shot up several inches recently. They had to go out and buy new clothes."

She laughed and waved as she went into her office. Her door closed as a delivery came in.

"Mr. Agent Derek Morgan?"

Morgan stood with a chuckle. "That's me."

The courier handed over the package and he ripped it open. There were the cookies Tyler promised were coming. The yummy ones dipped in chocolate and crushed candy cane.

"What are those?"

"Mine," Morgan ducked away from Reid as he bit into one and quietly moaned. She used extra-dark.

"There's note." Reid picked it up. "Special dark, for the special agent."

Morgan shoved the rest of the cookie in his mouth and took the note. There was Tyler's large letters and Joy's tiny cursive.

He snatched the package away when Reid tried to sneak another one. "Garcia made you your own!"

"But!"

Morgan smirked as he sat down and spun in his chair, eating another cookie. "These are for me."

"You're mean!"

"You wouldn't share your cookies!"

"Children…" Prentiss laughed.

At that, Reid returned to his desk and flipped open the closest folder, trying not to pout.

Morgan grinned and opened a new e-mail.


Wilmington, Delaware

Joy sat at her desk, idly spinning in her chair. She had finished her major project of the day but it was too early to pick-up Tyler.

"Captain?"

"What is it?"

"This came for you."

She opened the document mailer, sliding the contents onto her desk.

Photos of her at the station, at a crime scene. Several of Tyler at day care or playing with neighbors. There was one of her and him at the supermarket.

"Captain?"

She set the photos down and closed her eyes. "Get me Detective Henry."