A/N: Thank you so much for everyone that has reviewed the first chapter of the story. It's means a lot to me. It really does. What will happen now will Morgan really leave or will she find a way to make him stay?
On another subject: mom didn't have to stay in the hospital for one night after all, it all turned out better than we thought, more fear than pain. It is such a relief... sighs.
As you see, I'm trying not to leave too much time between updates, I promise I'll do my best to keep it up.
TWO
Did he just hang up on me? And right before that did he really say: I'll miss you? Why would he miss her? He wasn't going anywhere, was he? Penelope Garcia didn't know what to think or to do right now.
He hadn't said anything to her, she suspected the case they'd been working on the past few weeks had been rough, but that he would actually quit... that was not like him at all. They were friends, they had been friends from the start, she knew he had her back and she had his. Derek knew he could talk to her about anything, even his girlfriends even though it never was easy for her to do so.
What had happened to him that he thought he couldn't turn to her now? Garcia needed to see, to talk to him. What's wrong with you, Hot Stuff?
Penelope dialed Morgan's phone number, and waited for him to pick up, in vain. She tried his other cell phone, but nothing. Derek Morgan remained unreachable.
Damn it, Derek! Do you really think, you can get rid of me so easily? Well, try again, mister, because you're going to talk to me sooner or later, buddy.
She stood up and reached for her car keys and walked out of her apartment, if Morgan wasn't going to talk to her, she was going to talk to him. Something at happened to her best friend, something bad enough for him to want to quit the BAU.
From the first day, she met him she knew that he was a fighter, that he would do anything to get the criminals behind bars… a wonderful heart was hidden behind good looks, he cared deeply for others.
Morgan was the one who gave her hope again. She just couldn't let him leave.
Garcia drove to Morgan's place. His apartment was dark which could only mean two things: he was inside and hadn't bother to switch on the lights or he hadn't arrived yet. When Penelope looked around, she spotted his car.
Okay, so you're there. I swear my chocolate Adonis, whatever it is that you are carrying, you won't to do it alone anymore, I promise.
As Garcia parked her car, she wondered what to tell him. She went for the truth. Lies never paid off anyway.
Why couldn't things be easy for once?
Alone in the darkness and silence of his apartment, Derek told himself, the decision he had made was the right one. He would write them a letter, spend some time with his mom in Chicago and find himself a new job, take a little time to do the things he had always wanted to do, but never did.
Morgan took another gulp of his beer, and then he stood up, and went in search for some paper and a pencil. When he found what he was searching for, he sat on his bed, and stated to write the first letter.
Baby Girl,
That's how far he got. How was he going to tell how he felt and why he was about to leave his life as he knew it, to start a new one something far away from the madness of humanity. He had never really understood or rather didn't want to understand why Gideon had left until now.
Now, he was about to do the same because he was tired of the sadness, the misery, tired of watching death in the eye almost every single day. It might regret it, one day, but right now, he couldn't think about doing his job one more minute.
"Hot Stuff, it's me, open the door, I know you're in there, I saw your car parked outside. We need to talk." She said through the door.
The FBI tech analyst listened for any sound of movement, inside the apartment, but heard nothing. This was unbelievable. "Morgan open the door, come on. You're some friend, you. You were going to leave without further notice, how can you even get it in your head to act like that?" She said to the still closed door, anger and sadness creeping in her voice.
"I thought you respected me, damn it, Derek Morgan open the damn door or I'll do it myself! She yelled.
Still, there was no reaction. You have to be kidding me. So mister wants to play the stubborn one on me? Well, Mister Morgan, two can play that game. Garcia wanted to tell him she wasn't planning to anywhere, that she would camp before his closed door if needed, but she smiled because she had a better idea. She was a geeky girl to the outside world, but she had also some useful skills of her own.
Thankfully, she had pulled her hair up today; the door wouldn't stay close much longer. A few moments later, she entered her best friend's place. He was there, she could sense his presents.
"D, come on, talk to me, please. I'll even beg if you want me to, but don't tell me that you'll miss me, like you're leaving me."
"I am, Penelope. I am leaving."
"Why?" She asked him in a soft voice as she slowly stepped forward in the dark apartment.
"I can't do this anymore." He told her in a small voice.
The curvy blond came to sit next to him on the bed, her eyes fell on the note pad he was still holding in his hand and read:
Baby Girl... Her voice asked him softly...
"Why don't you tell me what you were about to write in that letter."
Morgan eyes looked down at the paper.
"I'm such a mess, baby girl." He murmured.
So that what it for the second chapter, I promise, the next update will be longer. I'm also sorry for the mistakes and grammatical errors or typos.