This entire work is dedicated to the user, maruadersanarchy. It will mostly be a series of one shots for Derek and Morgan, but I hope you like it. Love always, Skye.

Chapter one: Buttoned

He had woken up in a snit. He hadn't been able to sleep, tossing and turning and getting up to get a drink of water in hopes of being able to rest afterwards. His car had a flat tire. He threw his clothes on and grumbled the entire way to work, taking a cab threw the wretched, pouring rain. The cab driver was rude to him, ignoring his existence despite Derek asking if he could turn the radio off. The car pulled up to his destination and he paid the man, grudgingly giving him a tip, and put a smile on his face for his team.

The first person he saw was Spencer Reid. He was filing papers at his desk, looking very studious, and drinking coffee. Derek profiled that it was the one addiction he would allow himself after his abduction. He greeted the younger man with his trademark grin and good morning, though to be honest he found that to be a contradictory of terms. Reid nodded and spouted off some fact about the sunrise in parallel to what they called morning and Derek would admit he couldn't repeat it if asked.

That was when she walked in.

She was walking with Hotch, and he was laughing. JJ and Emily, who were both at JJ's desk, both stopped to look with Reid and Derek. She had brown hair, cut just past her shoulders, and a nice smile as she talked with wide, enthusiastic hand gestures. Her laugh swallowed the room of idle chatter and phone calls, Hotch chuckling alongside. Derek didn't blame the usually stoic man. He didn't know hat they were talking about, but he wanted to laugh too. Her head turned mid-sentence and her eyes met his.

"Hmm," Reid said.

"What 'hmm'?" Derek asked, still watching the girl.

Reid was in his doctor voice, his voice that brought facts, bits of profiling, and oftentimes a very valuable clue to whatever case they worked. "Her gestures."

Derek could have sighed. "What about them?"

"Her left arm stays closer to her body, suggesting an injury or lasting scar that she finds herself obsessed over enough to think about it constantly. Her smile is genuine, but doesn't reach her eyes. Her laugh is loud, because it has been some time since she laughed regularly."

Derek found himself intrigued. "Nice work, Pretty Boy. Can you tell me what she had for breakfast?" He cringed to himself as he meant it to be joking, but in his exhaustion, it sounded rude. Spencer didn't comment on his tone.

"She had a protein bar and hot tea." Derek jumped as the girl addressed him with an amused smirk and an English accent that gave him chills. He looked at her as Hotch addressed everyone.

"Alright, this is Hermione Granger, our new team member."

She smiled at them. "Hullo, it's lovely to meet all of you."

Derek was the first to introduce himself. "Derek Morgan."

"Yes, the man who asked sarcastically about my breakfast because you were in too much of a hurry to eat yourself."

"You couldn't possibly know that," he told her with a flirty smile.

She turned her head to the side just slightly to study him, her eyes never leaving his. "Your fifth shirt button is undone."

"How do you know I didn't do it on purpose?" He challenged.

"Because although you were too rushed to eat or button your shirt properly, you still took the time to shave. You take pride in your appearance and I'll bet the smallest part of your soul is dying because of your shirt. It's probably driving you mad right now."

It was, but he felt the need to push the feeling away. Hotch took her over to Rossi where they shook hands and laughed. JJ and Emily smirked at the scene and Derek went back to his position across from Reid's desk. Reid didn't comment as Derek turned his back to the girl, Hermione, and buttoned his shirt.