IN FOR TROUBLE
Disclaimer: I do not own CM or any of it´s characters. I only borrow them to write my stories as I, being a die-hard Elle/Derek shipper, obviously would like things different from what they are on teh show.
Pairing: Elle Greenaway/ Derek Morgan
A/N: I really try to stay somewhat in character although my story is MORE THAN UNLIKELY to ever have happened/ to happen etc pp. I try not to make it a simple fluff piece, but also try to write an interesting story with some „mean" cliffhangers and some angst or whatsoever. Please note that English is NOT my native language, but I try very hard to avoid annoying mistakes and will sure give my very best to make this story worth reading.
A/N: I told you this is UNLIKELY. You´ve hereby been warned, hehe. I would LOVE to get some feedback!
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Tiredly, Elle pressed her face to the cold metal bars and closed her eyes. She didn´t know for how long she´d been here or even how she had ended up here. All she knew was that the situation she was in was more than just bad.
While one of her hands was handcuffed to one of the metal bars, the other one rested on her pregnant belly, moving in little circles as if to assure the unborn child within her that everything would be alright.
The lack of oxygen in the air and the darkness of the room that appeared to be a basement made her tired and thirsty.
She couldn´t think properly. Her whole body didn´t seem to work. She sat down and rested her head against the wall.
„Why am I here?" she spoke to herself. „Why...?"
As she dozed off, her mind wandered back half a year. To the time shortly after she´d left the bureau.
Taking a deep breath, Elle sceptically let her gaze wander above the chaos around her. Moving was never easy, but it got seriously difficult when you were doing it all alone.
She was happy to have all her stuff in her new apartment, even if the place was nothing but a complete disaster at the moment. All she had to do was unpacking and get everything to look nicely. She laughed dryly. Only. Like hell. It would take her at least a week of constant working to get everything in place and finally have a home again. Home in the meaning of a place that offered warmth and comfort and peace.
She threw a few boxes of her sofa and lied down on it. She didn´t want to unpack any further for today. Elle felt exhausted, tired, and... lonely. Sighing, she grabbed a book and started reading.
It was already dark outside when suddenly her cellphone started ringing, making her jump of the sofa. Her heart was still racing when she answered it.
„Hello?"
„Elle?" a familiar voice sounded.
„Hi Derek." she greeted her ex partner, wondering why he was calling.
After a short silence, he asked „Where are you?"
Elle curled up on her sofa again „I´m at my apartment, why are you asking?"
Again, there was a silence „Well, I just drove by your apartment..."
„Oh...", Elle mentally slapped herself „I moved. Well, actually..." she gave the box next to her a kick „...Actually I´m still moving."
„You´re moving?"
„Yes, and it´s hell. I just suppose I´m not exactly genius when it comes to installing lights and technical stuff in general." She grumbled, giving the somewhat weird hanging lamp a death glare.
„You want me to come over and help you?"
„Oh, I´m fine here." Elle assured him – to her misfortune in that very moment the lamp decided that it was indeed not properly installed and crashed down with a loud bang, making Elle squeak in horror as the whole apartment went dark.
As Derek didn´t know what was going on at Elle´s , her horrified squeak made him worry beyond words as it reminded him of not so long ago happenings „Elle, what´s going on? Elle! Talk to me!"
„I´m okay, I´m okay. It´s just that my apartment went completely dark because my lamp came down. Oh darn!" she grumbled as she realized that she had somehow made the whole electrical system of her apartment going down.
A warm smile appeared on Morgan´s face „Give me your adress, Greenaway."
About half an hour later Elle, by now completely exhausted from her attempts to get the power back, opened the door and looked right at... a bag of fresh bagels.
„I thought you might want something for supper." he grinned.
Elle grinned back and let him in.
„Wow." Morgan said, studying the rough lines on boxes and other stuff he was able to see in the darkness.
Elle turned around „Don´t „wow" me, Morgan. I know it´s bad."
„You could´ve just asked for help, you realize that, don´t you?"
„Do you know how to get the power back on?" she ignored his statement.
TBC?!
Please let me know what you think! I only want to publish stuff that is worth continuing and working on for quite a while so I would really appreciate it if you guys told me how you feel about this story! Thank you!
Nessa