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I am more angry and upset then before, all thanks to Derek, he just had to try and talk to me. Sometimes he's just so stupid it's shocking! He would have had a better chance if he just left me alone instead of talking to me, but no! He just had to fix it!
So after getting home late at night, i just crawled into bed and imediatly fell sound asleep, forgeting all that has happened, at least for the time being.
I'm rushing into the bureau, because i over slept due to not getting to bed until midnight. With everything for work in my hands; my laptop, papers, writing implements etc. As I rush to my office, someone comes around the corner and bumps into me, knocking everything to the ground that was in my hands.
*I'm so- Penelope?* The person speaks. I glance at the person who said that, only to find that Derek said it. Really?Out of all people to bump into it was him. Why couldn't be the mailman or my ex kevin? Derek looks at me closer.
*Ohh my god, here let me get it.* He bends down to pick up my stuff, but I bend down to stop him.
*I got it* I said forcefully, hoping he'd get the hint. I think he does, because he gets up off the floor, and leans against the wall.
*You sure?* I'm not really in the mood to talk to him anymore, so i just nod my head and pick up my stuff.
*Look about last night...* There he goes again with the apologising, he's start to freaking annoy me. I would speak, but I think I would just end up slapping him.
During this period of silence, I end up cleaning up all of my stuff off the ground, and getting up off the floor.
*I never should have done that last night, but I'll never stop.* He says as he begins to step closer to me. That's it, I've gotta say it.
*Morgan, I said I was done with you and I meant it. Now get the hell away from me or I swear to god I'll slap you.* I warned as i opened the door to my office, walked in, and put my stuff in a spare chair next to my door. Derek follows me, but stops at the doorway.
*Baby girl just listen...* I walk infront of Derek, raise my hand back, and SMACK! My hand collides with his cheek, causing everyone near by to turn their heads towards us. I bet you he thought 'She'll never slap me', Well guess what? I DID!
*I told you to get the hell away from me!* I screamed. I slam the door in his face, then walk over to my desk chair. I lower myself into the chair, then put my head on the desk. I swear it's opposite week for Derek! He just won't listen and it's driving me nuts! When I said don't watch me like a creepy stalker, I think he interpreted that as 'Stop watching me like a stalker, but feel free to follow me.' When he said he's never going to stop, what did he mean by that anyways? Did he mean he's not going to stop following me around, apologising, what? All I'm saying is if he's going to keep following me around, he should expect to get slapped a couple more times, or kicked, one of the two. This is the only time i hate his persistantness and worriedness, any other day of the year I'd be fine with.
Just as my mind started to drift to him again, my office phone rings, thank god! I answer the phone with a real smile on my face.
*The great Garcia at your service, how may I help you?*
*Garcia, it's Hotch. Right now we're leaving on a case to Montana, two bodies found in anaconda ridge, someone will be staying behind to assist you.* Wait, help me? Why would I need help?
*Umm... Sir? Why is someone staying behind? Are they feeling alright?*
*I can assure you everyone's fine, they just insisted to stay behind on this one. Got to go, wheel's are going up, call you when we have more information.* He hangs up.
Huh? I wonder who's staying behind? Well whoever it is, I have to stay focused on the task at hand, which is the case.
A knock on my door, brings me out of my thoughts. Must be the helper for the case. I get up from my chair, go over to the door, and open the door with the biggest smile upon my face until it falls when I see who's there. Standing before me is Derek, looking like the happiest person in the world, well I should have suspected this, the question is, why didn't I?
I cross my arms over my chest, while leaning against the doorway.
*What are you doing here? Thought you would've gotten the message when I slapped you.* Derek lets out a weak laugh.
*Well I guess I didn't get the message then. Look i thought this would be a great time to talk things over, but now your stuck with me for the case, so your going to have to deal with it for the time being.* He smiles, then steps into my office. Now he wants to play this game, where was he yesterday?
*So what's on the plate?* He asks as he makes himself confortable in one of my spare chairs.
*Right now, nothing. I'm waiting for The team on the plane to call me, like I usually do.* Just as I finish the sentance, My phone rings.
*That would be them.* I answer the phone, waiting for what they have to say.
*Garcia.*
*Garcia, it's Hotch. I have the victims names for you. I want you to dig up anything in common between Micheal Ryder and Cindy Boxer, the victims. See if they have anything in common.*
*That I will have for you in a little bit, call you when I have the 4-1-1 on them. Garcia out.* I hung up then imediatly turned towards my computer, with Derek getting up from the chair, and taking a new posistion behind me, looking over my minutes, Micheal and Cindy's lives were right before us.
*Presto! There we are!* I said in admiration of my work.
*Good Penelope, now what is it they have in common?* He mumbled to himself.
*Well they both grew up in the same foster homes.*
*Foster homes?* Derek questioned.
*Well Micheal was giving up for adoption by his druggie parents, and Cindy, well... she was born in a prision, imediatly given up for adoption once she was born.* The silence in the room became a thick fog, choking us with the silence.
*Well I'll be right back, I'm going to make the call and a few other things.* I say as I grab my cell phone, get up from my chair, and walk out my office door.
Once I get down the hallway, I dial Emily's phone number and hit call. She picked up within the first ring.
*PG, what do you got for us?* Emily asked.
*Well beauty I have lots.* I walk into the bullpen, walk by Emily's desk, and sit down.
*Let's hear it then.*
*Ok, Micheal and Cindy were both in the same foster home as children.*
*Why were they in foster homes?* So I told Emily what I had told Derek minutes before.
*Wow, ok thank P. By the way, how's the helping situation morgan?* I swear I could hear the smile on Emily's face grow .
*I may not like him right now, but we have to work together so we can solve the case.* I sighed out of pure frustration.
* Well we all gotta do, what we all gotta do. On a happier note, I saw you slap Morgan early, nice!* We both burst out laughing, breaking the tention in the room.
*Well I'm glad you aproved of it.*
*Aprove? He deserved it! Gotta go P, bye.*
*Bye Em.* I hung up on Emily, then I got out of the chair, and headed towards my office. When I got back to my office, Derek turned his head towards me.
*Your back, started to get worried about you.*
*Worried?*
*I work for the FBI, it comes naturally.* A small smile appears on my face.
Out of the clear blue, Derek asks me this question.
*How do you do it?*
*Do what Morgan?* What the hell is he talking about?
*Look through people's lives like nothing. Having to hear, see their grimicing details of their lives.*
*I just... I learn to separate that part of my work life from the rest of my life. That's nothing compared to you. You see dead bodies, the real thing, I only see the images.*
*I guess your right.* Derek finally says.
Some hours later, when the light sky became night. Derek sleeping in my office chair, me leaning back against the couch, reading a book. Then I start to think, honestly how do they handle it? Seeing the grusome real life, thing. I know i wouldn't be able to.
So I hope you guys liked this Ch just as much as the first one! The next ch, part of it will be in Derek's POV, not giving any hints, but it will pull your heart strings!
I didn't get to put this in the beginning but jhill88, as you can see there's another ch! Hope you can't wait for the 3rd ch!
I Still don't know how long this fanfic will be, but it will be awhile before I decide!
Thanks for reading
Enjoy!
Miranda :)
