A Remarkable Woman
Cooper sat on his hospital bed, Mets tickets in hand, telling himself that Emily Prentiss was a remarkable woman. If he had not been married, the possibilities might have been endless. But he loved his wife more than any other woman he had ever met and that was not about to change. Besides, he had seen the way she looked at Derek Morgan.
The looks were sparing, and subtle, but they were there. The rest of her team appeared not to notice, possible because these looks were the development of a much more obvious attraction and flirtation. It seemed as though the others had dismissed the lack of verbal sparring as a diminishment of the attraction rather than for what it was—the transformation of lust into love. For it was obvious, at least to Detective Cooper, that Emily Prentiss was in love, and that it was unrequited.
The look in her eyes every time she glanced his way, stated clearly that she knew as well as he did, that Derek Morgan was either oblivious or did not return her affections and that Morgan was not the best man to whom a girl should give her heart. Cooper knew that Prentiss was a good woman, who gave so much to her work and asked for nothing in return. She deserved to be happy. To find someone to share the good times with. Cooper knew that he would never be that man, and he knew that Derek Morgan would probably never be that man either. Not unless the agent woke up and saw what was right before his eyes. He hoped that Emily would not end up hurt by her unrequited love - that her affection did not morph into bitterness. In his eyes, Morgan and Prentiss stood a reasonable chance if they ever did try a relationship together. But he knew that day was far from coming and until then, the remarkable woman who was Emily Prenitss would still be alone.
As he turned the Mets tickets over in his hands, Cooper sent up a silent prayer that Emily Prentiss would find the man she deserved.