Just wanted to take the time to say Merry Christmas to all those that celebrate it, and to those that don't, I still hope you guys have a happy holidays with your family and loved ones :)
Garcia's POV
After the whole encounter with Morgan, I shut myself in my office for the rest of the day, which wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Usually there's practically a line of people outside my door that need my help with something, but today it was a practically a ghost town. Maybe it was due to the fact that half of the floor saw the whole thing with Derek earlier and they figured I didn't want to be messed with. Or, you know, they could actually have a family they want to go home to at the end of the day.
When the night began drawing to a close, I figured I had to go home as I couldn't avoid Derek forever. Actually, I probably could accomplish that. It would just require a lot of energy and at this point, I just want to crawl into bed and curl up into a ball.
With reluctance, I packed up all of my things up then headed on home. Throughout the entire drive, my palms clammed up as they clutched the steering wheel. I tried to push the thoughts of Derek actually being home on time as I got closer to the house. I got this, there's no need to be nervous!
Roughly an hour later, I pulled into the driveway of our quaint home. It was off the beaten path and could use some repairs but the minute I saw this house, I knew I had to have it. There was nothing anybody could have done to make me give up this house.
As I got out of my car, I couldn't stop my eyes from widening as I saw Derek's SUV in the driveway. I was shocked for a few moments, then managed to calm myself down. Of course he was here, Morgan's never been able to back down from a fight.
When I stepped into the house, I saw Derek sitting on the couch, his head in his hands as he stared down into the ground. He looked devistated, like his whole world had just come crashing down. That look on his face usually would have gotten to me, I'm not going to lie. It physically pains me to see the people I love are in pain. It makes me want to lash out and hurt whoever hurt them, NORMALLY. What I saw on the coffee table though made my vision turn red as I continued to stare at him.
On the table was a single bouquet of pink carnations that seemed to be bursting at the seems. Usually, I would melt into a puddle of hormonal goo because I love carnations with a fiery passion, but him getting the flowers actually pisses me off. Here I am, divorcing him and he thinks he can just buy a bouquet of flowers and everything will just be ok?! If he thinks that flowers can fix him being a complete and utter douchebag then he's got another thing coming!
I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed over my chest as a look of displeasure came onto my face. I finally let my prescene be known to him as I cleared my throat. His eyes picked up from the ground and rested on me.
"Baby girl, listen.." Wow, those words coming out of his mouth seem foreign. He hasn't called me baby girl in weeks, months even. Shows how much our relationships changed huh?
"Don't even bother baby girling me, ok? I think we both know were past that part of our lives. Flowers? After I give you divorce papers? You think THAT'S going to solve the issue? It's a cheap attempt at trying to fix what's going on here. A weak, cheap attempt that I thought you'd never resort to Derek but it looks like I was wrong!" I sighed, bringing my fingers up to clench the bridge of my nose in hopes of squelching the anger that was rising up within me.
"I didn't come here to get in a knockdown, drag out fight here. I'm just going to get some clothes and stay at Emily's for the night." I began walking towards our shared bathroom when Derek spoke up.
"You can't grab clothes when you don't have any." I snapped towards his direction, a smirk plastered on his face.
"What are you talking about?"
"I took all the clothes of yours I could find and hid them. I also took your credit card and hid it as well, so you can't buy new clothes. Your welcome."
"What the fuck Derek?! Why the hell would you do that!" The smirk practically melted off of his face as anger quickly replaced it.
"Did you seriously just fucking ask me why I would do that? I don't know, maybe it's the fact that I don't want this marriage to end? That I actually have care and love towards you Penelope, did that ever go through your head or did you just jump to conclusions like you usually do when something happens you don't like?" I knew these statements were just being said out of anger but it didn't stop me from being hurt.
"Whether you love me or not doesn't matter, you're never here! You never want to talk to me anymore! It's like I'm not even married half of the time anymore. You don't remember anything about us, do you remember what was two Monday's ago was?'
"There was something to remember two Monday's ago?" The look of confusion on his face made my blood boil.
"It was the day that you asked me to marry you four years ago, but did you remember? No! That should give you a little insight into our marriage huh?"
"It doesn't matter anyways Derek, not anymore." I shook my head as I started walking towards the door. "Don't get a hold of me unless those papers are signed, ok?" Without another look towards him, I walked out the door and headed toward Emily's for the night.
(The next day)
I can't even begin to say how much I love Emily right now, she's literally the best person ever. I showed up at her door, tears pouring down my face. Once she saw the look on my face, she ushered me inside. I found myself telling her everything that's happened between us up until this point. For the most part, she was just the sympathetic ear. The other half of the time she spent cursing Derek and how she was going to 'make it so he could never give his mother the grandchildren she wants'.
She told me I could stay with her as long as I needed until everything was sorted out, which I thanked her endlessly for before heading off towards her guest room and clocking out at 9 pm. I'm probably the only person in Virginia besides senior citizens that go to bed before midnight, but they always say that the early bird catches the worm.
When I woke up the next morning and checked my phone, I saw I had one missed call from Derek, as well as a voicemail. Both of them came in right at 2 AM. Oh god, what the hell?
I debated about opening the voicemail for quite some time.I can't be pissed off at him one moment for sending flowers then listen to his voicemail which is most likely the same god damn thing he tried to tell me last night. Then again, my curiosity was extremely peaked.
It took a few moments for the message to start playing.
"Heyy Penelope," Derek started, his voice slurring slightly. "So it's like-2 am? Damn I didn't realize it was that late. TOO LATE NOW!" He shouted out, the alcohol obviously making him more confident.
"So- divorce papers huh? That's how it's going to end between us?" Morgan mused to himself. "Honestly, I thought me being stupidly heroic during a chase for the next Ted Bundy would be the death of us. I just keep surprising myself today." He took a break from speaking, I assume to take another swig of the bottle of beer that sat in front of him.
"I've been thinking about what I said earlier, or should I say yesterday because by the time I finish this- nevermind, the point is... Man I'm a major douchebag, I mean how have you put up with me these past few months? If I was you, I would have killed me a longg time ago. You hear that world, THE DEREK MORGAN IS ACTUALLY CALLING HIMSELF A DOUCHEBAG! Print that in your newspapers, or magazines or whatever the fuck people actually read these days"
In the distance, I could hear the vague sound of one of the neighbors across the street yelling, "We don't care how much you screwed up your marriage buddy, shut up so we can get some sleep!" What he said next I couldn't understand but I'm pretty sure it started with a f and end in a you.
Derek cleared his throat before he started speaking. "God, I'm almost 40 here and I'm already getting divorced in my first marriage. My mother would kill me. Sometimes I think my life has just been a complete waste of fucking time; playing football for all those years then screwing up my knee just as I got to Northwestern on that scholarship. Then there was all that time I was a cop in Chicago only to get transferred to the BAU to spend my days hunting down serial killers and my nights bedding countless woman that I never cared about."
"Then I think about the moment you came into my life and I feel like my life actually had this purpose all along. It took me years to figure out what that purpose was and then it hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. You, you were it. All that time spent doing- whatever I was doing, was in order to bring me to you."
"I'm not signing those papers, ever. I'm not going to let my purpose in life walk away and I'm sure as not going to stop without putting up a fight. Please, don't make me sign those papers. Don't- just don't end us, ok? I love you too much and I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you in my life." There were a few moments of silence before Morgan cleared his throat and spoke up.
"Well, now that I've said what I've needed to say, I'm going to leave it at that. I might not remember what I said in the morning or what happened between us last night and in case I don't, remind me how much of an asshole I am will you?" And with that, Derek's end went silent.
After listening to that voicemail, I stared at the wall of the bedroom for 20 minutes just thinking. Thinking about the divorce, him and just the entire relationship in general. I'm tired of him never talking to me, yet that voicemail was the most honest and raw thing I've heard him say in a long time.