I deleted my other stories, because they seemed to be getting some hate, but I'm back with a new Emily/Derek fic. Hope you enjoy it!

This is basically about Derek grieving, and thinking that he keeps seeing Emily.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. The way she had been squeezing his hand, telling him to let her go. They say that when you're greiving, it's normal to see the person who has passed, but this.. this wasn't normal. It was like everytime he turned around - there she was. Her brunette hair was still as shiny as he remembered, her dark brown eyes looking at his, and in an instant she was gone again. It was like he lost her all over again.

March 7th. The anniversary of her death. The team barely spoke of her, knowing one of them were bound to break down, though the likely candidate was Penelope. And it seemed as the day got closer and closer, they were all starting to get anxious. Derek almost felt as though he couldn't do the job properly. It was different not having Emily by his side.

He wasn't sure if he was the only one that went, but he knew that he went alone. He stood a few inches from the headstone, eyes shut, hands in his jacket pockets. The moments of silence, and bliss, almost made him feel like everything might be okay, but his heart soon dropped when he opened his eyes and remembered where he really was. His eyes wandered to the piece of hard rock that read;

Emily Prentiss
Oct 12. 1970 - March 7. 2011

Fidelity
Bravery
Integrity

He had seen those words so many times by now, that it wasn't a surprise when he read them. They explained her so perfectly. Derek just wished he had the chance to tell her that. His eyes remained on the tombstone, as he reached into his pocket to pull out a white rose, similiar to the ones they had put on the casquette. He placed it on top of the headstone, and took a few steps back, allowing himself to take a deep breath before turning and walking out of the cemetery.

He was half way to his car when she appeared again, this time - she looked different. There were dark circles under her eyes, her skin was pale, and he could see blood seeping through the dark clothing she had on. He stopped in his tracks, observing her.

"Get out of my head!" he growled, his hands flying up to rest on the top of his head, trying to calm himself.

He shut his eyes, taking in deep, frustrating breaths, while he tried to erase her. Erase her from his life, from his memory, from his soul. But it was no use. Emily Prentiss had left a scar, and he knew that, just like any other kind of scar, it wasn't going away.

When he finally opened his eyes, she was gone again. He turned to his car, and slammed his fist into the side of the black SUV, his foot kicking the tire. He felt his knuckle crack on impact, and winced a little as he clutched his hand. Looking back to make sure she was really gone, Derek climbed into his car and drove home.

The next few weeks were quiet. The team was quiet, his apartment was quiet, everything was just quiet. Emily's visits had become less and less frequent, but still had the same effect. He had grown tired of them, and tried to ignore her as best as he could, not letting it get in the way of his work.

A new case came in, and everybody began to crowd into the bullpen. Derek took a seat beside Reid, and cleared his throat, looking over at the boy genius, who seemed to be - once again, lost in his own thoughts. Derek leaned over to tap him on the shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, kid. You okay?" he asked, trying to study Reid's face, though it was expressionless.

It took a moment for the boy to snap out of his thoughts, but when he did, he turned to Morgan with a small, reassuring smile. "Fine.. I've just been having these weird feelings," for once it seemed like Reid didn't know how to explain something.

"Weird feelings?" Derek questioned, though he knew exactly what he meant, he was just waiting for Reid to confirm it.

The genius leaned a little closer, making sure that the rest of the team didn't hear. "I think I've been seeing Emily," he practically whispered, but began to explain, "Everytime I turn around, she's there. I mean, that's weird, right? It makes it seem like she's still alive, but whenever I look back, she's gone."

Reid's face dropped, and he began to nervously play with his hands, but Derek simply nodded. "Yeah... It's definitely weird," he answered in a nonchalant tone, eyes falling to the floor.

Once the rest of the team had walked into the bullpen, JJ began to explain the case. It was all too familiar. Women would go missing, wind up dead in an alley with their stomachs' cut open. Everytime they turned around there was someone new who had their hopes set on destroying the world.

"...And they need us in Texas by tonight," JJ finished as she set the case files on the desk and looked at everyone. They would have time to go home, grab their go-bag, and then they had to be on that plane.

Derek's head suddenly snapped towards the door as he noticed a body present in the bullpen. Damn it, she was back. There was no sign of distress on her face, no blood. She looked like Emily Prentiss again. He shut his eyes, trying to whisk her away, but when he opened them, she was still there. He repeated the process, before noticing that everybody was looking at her too.

There was nothing but blank, confused stares, but Penelope was the first to speak up, "Please tell me I'm not the only one that sees her," she sounded horrified, scared of Emily's presence. Morgan's hand found hers and squeezed it.

"I see her too, baby girl," he whispered.

I know this is a bad way to end this, but I didn't know what else to do. This is Emily returning! I don't know if I'll add another chapter or not.

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