The events of the night went on fast, nevertheless she remembered everything about it, including the feelings she felt. The mixture of happiness and sadness she felt when she danced with every member of their team. Though probably the most unforgettable of it all, would be how every fiber of her being had been engulfed by the mixed emotions of great longing, contentment and love.

It was as if she no longer wants to let go, because finally the man who has been a part of her every dream and fallacious notion is now holding her hand and is closer to her than he had ever been before. The dance she shared with Hotch, was perfect.

However, she knew, that all of it was temporary, a borrowed moment, and an illusion that would end a lot sooner than what she would have wanted.

He belongs to someone else.

He belongs to another woman

And that woman's not her

When he let go of her hand, moved away and went back to dance with his girlfriend, it had hurt so bad she felt like she was suffocating, as if she was being dragged down to the pits of darkness and will soon be losing herself. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't even see straight. She couldn't have a meltdown because she suffered a broken heart.

She had to get out of here, so she hurriedly left the party. On that night, she felt like she just died, a part of her did die, and she will never be the same.

Derek followed her. "How are you feeling?" he asked,

"What are you doing here? Following me much? That is somewhat stalkerish. Should I be worried?" she tried to joke but Derek just stood there and stared at her

"I just needed to get away. I can't stay there, not with him around"

"So, what is gonna happen now?"

"I'm gonna call Clyde, maybe my father and uncle, so that they could fix my transfer"

"Your father and uncle?" "Huh… looks like I forgot to mention….my uh father is the director of CIA and my uncle is the director of FBI, they might be able to help make the transfer faster."

"Well, That, I didn't expect" and they both laughed at that.

"So, why do you need their help for that?" he asked her,

"I don't want him to know. At least, not until lm gone. He would want to know why; you know how he is, quite nosy. I can't just lie to him, never made a decent one enough to convince him, I don't really have the intention to try it now"

"How long will it take?"

"A week give or take"

"That fast?!"

"I have got a lot of connections, Derek."

"Sorry, I forgot"

"I don't even know what I'm gonna do without you guys"

"You do know we are gonna miss you, right?"

"I'm gonna miss you all too"

"You should tell them yourself, its better they it hear from you than they hear it from other people. It would be better"

"You are right; I should do that, but not now. Jj just got married I don't want to ruin it".

"Do you think if I had been a curator, he'd choose me?"

"What?"

"If I had been out jogging that day? If I had joined the triathlon too? If I hadn't been as bruised and broken as I am, would he have chosen me? Would it be that's become the reason he smiles? Would it be me that he's gonna feel safe with? Would he have- would he have loved me?

"Emily—"

"I'm just wondering….. I guess I - I just, I don't know"

"Maybe, maybe not"

"Derek-"

"He could have, He would have.. We won't know for sure. But what matters and what you gotta keep in mind is, that we love you. I love you. Remember that and you'll always be perfect as you were before as you are now. You're you, Emily."

"Thank you, Derek. Thank you so much."

Days passed and she was ready to leave. Her papers had already been processed, her passports had been renewed and her bags are already packed, all she had to do now was say goodbye.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the delay… Life has been busy… THANK YOU VERY MUCH to everyone who read my first story! THANK YOU! I would also like to say that English isn't my first language, but it is my favorite subject Please keep on reading and review