I've had this idea since watching "Dear John" in theaters. It's a good movie, you should watch it if you haven't. Hope you enjoy! :D
Derek Morgan made his way down the hallway of where he was stationed at. His location was unknown to almost everyone he knew. Hotch knew as well as Strauss, but nobody else did.
Not even Penelope Garcia knew. Even after searching over and over she still hadn't found him.
He walked into the mailroom when one the guys he was rooming with handed him a letter.
"It's addressed to you." the guy said before leaving.
It was addressed to him from the BAU. He figured it was from Hotch. He sent him a letter weekly to let him know what cases the BAU had dealt with that week, if they'd caught the killer, how many victims, etc.
He walked back up to his room and opened the letter. Instead of finding a letter from Hotch inside the envelope, he found a piece of hot pink paper inside it.
His heart instantly began to speed up. He knew it was from her before he opened the letter.
Hot Stuff,
If your reading this, then Strauss and Hotch had enough heart to send this to you. We all know that Hotch knows where you are, and where your staying, but he won't tell us.
It's not the same here without you and JJ both. JJ drops in occasionally to chat up with me when the team is gone, but it's still not the same.
No flirty calls from you while your away. No movie nights. No babysitting Clooney for you. It's almost as if you never existed.
But it's not like that at all in another way. Your cubicle is still empty. Although they replaced JJ, they never replaced you. Nobody can do that. They won't be my noir hero.
Kevin and I broke up last week. He said I won't stop 'clinging' to your memory. Maybe in a way he's right. Maybe writing you this letter was a mistake.
I can't figure out why you would just go off and leave all of us voluntarily. I mean, we all still miss JJ so much and now your gone too? It just doesn't make sense Derek.
I don't know if you'll ever write me back, but I can't get over the hope in case you do.
Yours Truly,
Penelope Garcia.
He read and reread the letter three times. She had actually written him. He hadn't left voluntarily. He left because he couldn't deal with the cases anymore. The screams of the children being kidnapped and some never coming home had chased him away.
All the way to California. He was 10 minutes from San Francisco, but he couldn't tell her. He could only write her a letter in response. So he picked up his pen and began to write back.
Baby Girl…