A/N: THIS IS THE SAME CHAPTER BUT WITH THE LYRICS REMOVED. I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FIC EXCEPT THE IDEA :)
Since I heard this song this week, all I could think of was this story.
The song's 'Kennedy Curse' by The Maine, and I suggest you listen to it before reading this story, or while, whatever floats your boat!
How did this happen? How the hell did he get everything he ever wanted just to see her walk away? Again. She was right there in his bed next to him just a couple weeks ago, and now she was settled in London, and she probably won't come back this time. She will stay there, and she'll meet someone, someone who's upfront about how they feel, and she'll let them in, and they'll get married… and he'll have lost her forever.
That night was amazing. And it's all he can think about. It's all he dreams about. They danced together at JJ's wedding; pressed up against each other with the fear of letting her go overwhelming him. The rest of the team knew something was up, you could tell just by the way Penelope pulled her over to dance with her and JJ, silently begging her to stay with her best friends where she belonged. And the way Rossi took her to one side for a drink, and when she came back to dance with him she was bleary eyed and holding on tighter to his jacket than she was before, like he had told her what they were all thinking, that if she walked away again she would break them all. She would break him. And she felt even guiltier for that fact.
When the night ended they shared a cab home, even though they weren't drunk. He guessed it was because she didn't want to leave his side yet either. And when they turned into his street, approaching his house, he turned to her and asked her if she wanted to come in for a drink, talk over it. He half expected her to say no, but to his surprise she followed him inside. And they did talk for a while, until they hit the brick wall that was London and things got tense.
'Why do you want to go?'
'I told you, I can't just grab onto my old life and pretend nothing happened'
'You don't have to do that, we're over it. We understand why you had to do it. I'm not angry anymore, and neither is anyone else'
'You think that but the team, it's… different. No one treats me like they did before, much as you all think you do, and it's tearing me apart. I feel like I have to get away from it all for a while and think clearly again'
'Away from what? The BAU? Murders? 'Cause that's what you're gonna be investigating at Interpol too. …Or is it just us you want to get away from?'
'It's… I mean… It's not you guys. I told you I love you guys, it's the FBI. It's those same four walls and the place my picture used to hang. It's the drive to work knowing that I'm going to have to face what happened again… I need to go to London, Derek. I just need to. I'm sorry it's not a good enough explanation but I can't get my head around it all myself let alone describe it to someone else.'
'What if I asked you to stay?'
'Derek, I…'
'I know what you just said, but what if I asked you to stay?' and just like that he leaned in, and placed his lips to hers. At first he thought she wouldn't kiss him back, but when she did he felt the emotion in it and he tried to convey his own feelings in it too. It got desperate, and roaming hands became hands gripping bodies close, not allowing anymore distance between them.
How they got upstairs he couldn't tell you, but what he could is that that night was the best night of his life. They made love, more than once. And that's exactly what it was from the first time, making love, not just sex. They clung to each other like a lifeline and cried out each others names, she screamed things in languages he didn't understand, and swore in plain English. But it all ended too soon.
And she went to London anyway.
He was flying out to England tomorrow with Penelope to see her. The official line was that he was working security at the Olympics, and seeing her was a happy coincidence, but the team all knew that he was only going to see her, even though they never said it. He was terrified. His plan was to tell her outright what he should've told her that night, or the day he drove her to the airport in silence and held her closer than a friend should at the departure gate. That he was completely in love with her, and he needed her to come home with him. He needed that feeling of waking up next to her every day, and the sensation of her breath in his ear, her fingers on his chest and her lips on his. And he needed to be able to tell the whole world that he was with Emily Prentiss, the woman who was way out of his league.
The wait was killing him. Their bags would be the last off the plane wouldn't they? Penelope could tell he was getting more and more angsty by the minute; she kept squeezing his arm and telling him they'd be out in a second, but they weren't coming fast enough. They'd had to wait at the same departure gate he'd waved Em off from, sit on a plane for hours, stand in line at passport control for another half an hour, and now instead of going straight through baggage claim he'd been here another twenty five minutes.
Eventually they came, and instead of feeling relief that they were finally out of there, nervousness developed deep in the pit of his stomach. What if she'd already met someone? Or just didn't want to address the events of that night? What if she wasn't as happy to see him as he was to see her?
All of that went out of the window when he saw her. They spotted her before she noticed them. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered, if that was possible, and his heart ached to hold her. Penelope's shout got her attention, and that smile he loved so much spread across her face as she walked towards them. Penelope immediately engulfed her in a hug, until her need to breathe caused it to end, and then she turned to him. And as he held her in his arms; he knew that the distance didn't matter. Hell, he would move to London if he had to. But right there with Emily, he was home.
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