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As I work on Back to Love, the story hit a dark patch and I needed some happiness to help me complete it- Hence my new story Drowning in Chocolate. This story picks up right after season 8 finale. I did not mention who died because I know some of the readers are from Europe and they're a few episodes behind us in the US. I hope you enjoy it.


Today was a somber grey day, and she still found a way to be that sunray bursting through the clouds, Derek thought as he drove home. She filled the silence with memories.

"I still can't believe she's gone," Penelope said as she squeezed his leg.

"Last year we were there celebrating JJ and Will, now we are remembering her. I hope happier times come and grace us with their presence soon. My heart can't take any more sadness. It just can't" Garcia continued to talk about the good memories they had with her. She could always remember the good in everything, he thought.

"I just can't believe she is gone," she said, "I mean she was a mom, Derek."

"It makes you wonder can you ever settle down in our line of work," she pondered

"Hotch is making it work and he's doing it long distance," he said trying to support the sunray being blocked by cloud cover.

"I know, but who else besides someone in law enforcement will get our job, our hours, our life," she asked. "It's like all we have is each other."

"Well, here we are, baby girl."He puts the car in park in her driveway.

"Do you want to come up for a drink or a movie?"

"Not tonight," he said as he got out of the car.

"I'm a big girl, D. I don't need a chaperone," she said.

"Your man is on the job," he said smiling as he closed the door.

Everyone thought he was hers, and vice versa, except for them.

She wondered, what could the bright side of a day like today be. Derek was always her bright side, his smile always lit up her heart and their banter brought glitter to what could be considered a dreary job. He took her hand and walked her to the door.

Recently, there had been more of this, she thought. More calls, handholding, hugs and forehead kisses. They were acting more like a couple than before. On the other hand, maybe it was JJ and Alex—JJ was always asking her what was going on—as if she were the captain of the ship. Alex thought they were together when she first met them and assumed it for months.

Do they ever ask him she wondered, I mean they loved to ask her but what about him.

"Here we are Ms. Garcia," he said.

Damn you JJ, now she's noticing things that she noticed before but under a desirous light—like how just holding his hand sent a tingle through her body; or how nice it felt when he placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her; or how it seemed like his eyes only danced for her. She was staring at his mouth wondering how she hadn't noticed, how perfectly small his lips were or how you could always see his muscled through his shirts and jackets. If she was thinking about it—he must've thought about it—he is Derek-Bonafide-Sex-God-Morgan. If a man thinks about sex every 10 seconds - she wondered how many hours Derek spent thinking about her.

As quickly, as the idea of a kiss popped into her head it popped out just as fast. He's her best friend and she could ruin the friendship, she told herself– fuck it she thought! YOLO— You Only Live Once.

She leaned and….