Hey everybody :)

So here is my first Criminal Minds fic. Honestly I'm kind of nervous publishing it, but I'm also excited to hear your opinions, so feel free to leave some comments :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or it's characters, otherwise fanfiction wouldn't be necessary.

"People will believe a big lie sooner than a little one, and if you repeat it frequently enough, people will sooner or later believe it."
Walter C. Langer

Chapter 1

Derek startled from his dream, sweat running down on his forehead and breathing heavily, he slowly realized where he was and ordered his mixed up thoughts.

Not again.

Although the reason of his nightmare has already happened 2 years ago, he still couldn't handle it properly. Every two or three weeks the past would afflict and attack him in his dreams. Of course he had seen a doctor, but it didn't really help. He always had to see the pain in her beautiful face again, had to hear her last words over and over again and couldn't help her. His task was to protect his partner and he failed. If he had been there on time, only one minute earlier, she would probably have made it. But he wasn't and nobody could change that. The suffering of losing his friend slowly tore his heart apart and every day on this world without her made his life a little bit worse. They weren't just partners. Out in the field one glare was enough to make the other one know what to do; they could rely on each other no matter what happened. They used to tease Reid like silly children and laughed about Kilgore Trout jokes. At the weekends Emily often helped Derek renovating his houses and after their work was done they would order take out and watch old movies.

And all that was gone. Forever.

Derek's nightstand clock showed it was already 5:30 am. He had to get up in half an hour anyways, so he pulled the sheets away and because he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again he got up and headed downstairs to the kitchen to have some breakfast.

While Derek waited for his coffee which was brewing, D.C. was awaking. Hurrying people were passing by on the pavement; vehicles were waiting in the traffic jam and the sun was rising at the horizon. A new day was starting.

She was sitting in one of the worst coffee shops in her district, but it was sadly the only place where she felt at least a bit at home, because the coffee there was as bad as the one from the BAU´s kitchenette.
During her first weeks in Paris she had refused to spend more time outside her apartment than necessarily. Her fear was just too big. As time passed by and the loneliness grew bigger she overcame her doubts and started going to the little coffee shop around her corner. There she also got to know Elliot, a kind old man, who had lived in Paris his whole life. His apartment was in the same building as the coffee shop and so he spent most of his time there. He often brought his little chess game and he was beating Emily almost every time.
But for him she wasn't Emily Prentiss. She introduced herself as Eva Lamoure, one of her secret identities, when they met for the first time. A 42 year old woman who moved to Paris after her husband and daughter died in a car accident, trying to deal with the terrible things that happened in her past and looking forward to start from the beginning.
Lying to the friendly old man, to the only person she was sure she could definitely trust, in a time everybody could indeed try to fool and come after her, was something she hated herself for. But of course, she had no other choice. The only people, who were supposed to know about her situation, were far away on the other side of the big pond, carrying the lie with them every day just as Emily did.

Soo this was the first chapter. I hope you liked it and I'll promise trying to update as fast as possible.