Okay I know I should be updating It's Only an Argument but I have some writers block , so I will try to have it up soon (maybe even in a few hours) but I still have some things to fix on it. While I was thinking so hard with where to go with that story I came up with another idea I would really like to follow. If you guys like this story comment so I know to continue. I plan to have ten chapters but I'm not going to write them if people don't want to read them. So comment , favorite , follow if you want more . I will stop nagging you guys now. This story is in Derek's POV by the way. Disclaimer:I don't own Criminal Minds or any of its characters
I first met Emily Prentiss in the summer of ninety-six. My days as a beat cop were drawing to an end , and the dawn of my FBI days was swiftly approaching. I got called in to talk to my future boss. So after a hard day working the streets of Chicago , I headed to the Chicago FBI building. I had a coffee in my hands, which looking back now probably wasn't a good idea due to the all the shaking going throughout my body. I didn't see the woman walking down the hall until I , and my hot coffee collided with her. Instead of the anger I expected to receive , and probably deserved the woman gave me a warm smile and picked my travel mug off of the ground. She handed me the red mug .
"You must do that to all the women to get their attention, don't you?" She joked and gave out a light , beautiful laugh.
She must have sensed my discomfort as she quickly added,
" I'm just messing with you. You must be the new guy Derek , right? I'm Emily ." She gave me a handshake that was firmer than I expected from her small frame.
" Yeah , I'm Derek. So Emily are you going to be in my unit ?" I asked , hoping she would be.
" Nope, you're my replacement ." Emily shook her head sending her dark brunette hair on her face.
" So you only have ten days left in the FBI then?" I asked , wondering how long I might have to talk to her.
" Yes , at least for now. I'm moving out of town the day I leave the unit." She answered after brushing the hair off her face.
" Well , can I take you out for dinner to make up for spilling that coffee all over you?" I ask with all the charm I can muster up.
" Sure , let me give you my number so we can figure out a time." She scribbles down her number on a piece of paper and hands it to me.
" Actually I was hoping we could go out tonight, say at seven. If that's okay with you , of course." I state with my confidence level rising.
"I figured you would say that , so I wrote down my address on that paper. See you at seven." She smiled and walked away with her heels clicking down the hallway.
I put on a nice tuxedo and my best smelling aftershave before I got in my car to pick up Emily. Her hair was curled and she had dark red lipstick on. I got out of my car and went to open her door but before I could I was stopped by Emily
" I got it, you probably want to pay for dinner tonight and I don't want to see that bill. Besides I like to do things for myself." She smiled , and I knew that I wouldn't be able to win this one. So I sighed and returned to the driver's seat.
On the way to the restaurant Emily was skipping through channels on the radio while we were talking. I was surprised to hear what station she stopped on , classic rock.
"This is my favorite band." She states as a Queen song is just beginning. I smile because Queen is my favorite too.
" Really? They're my favorite too." I say back , and she smiles before singing the next line. Pretty soon we're both singing along to a Queen album I had in the glovebox.
By the time we get to the authentic italian restaurant we went through eight songs. We get into a dim lighted booth at the back-end of the restaurant, and we both look at our menus, I looked at her, and when I peered down at my menu I felt her eyes glance at me.
"What are you going to order?" Emily asked , setting her menu on the dark wood table.
"Honestly , I can't pronounce it. " I say
"Let me see it ." She says and I hand it over pointing to the meal I want.
The waiter comes over and she orders both our meals in fluent italian. Leaving me to admire her elegant voice.
The next ten days were spent almost entirely with Emily. We trained together, went out for coffee, and watched old movies. It was honestly a few of the best days of my life. Mostly because I was accompanied by her. So when it was finally time to say goodbye it was really hard. I had only known her for ten days but it felt like forever. I know that sounds cheesy , but it really did feel that way. So when Emily and I were packing her things into a moving van it was hard.
"This has definitely been a fun ten days." Emily said with a hint of sadness in her normally cheerful voice.
"It really has been , hasn't it?" I say with the same sadness in my voice as it was in Emily's
Before I knew it her soft lips were up against my more rough ones in a goodbye kiss. All the thoughts and worries on my mind were gone for just a few seconds . Emily smiled the smile I had gotten to know and love in the past few days .
" Goodbye , Derek and thanks for everything. Good luck with the FBI. Try not to spill coffee on anyone." She winked before walking away.
" Goodbye , Emily . I won't forget you." I yelled this cliché line and actually meant it. I didn't plan on forgetting Emily Prentiss. I planned on meeting her again. We would continue where we left off I was sure of it. Then it dawned on me. I still had her number! I drove home and searched for that little piece of paper, but it wasn't to be found. I had to settle for the memories and the dreams I would have that night. I wasn't one to give up , and I didn't plan on giving up this time either. I was just waiting for the day when I could meet Emily again. This was only my first chance with Emily Prentiss.
