Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I still don't own Criminal Minds.

A/N: This follows chapter 1, and a bit of Derek's side of the story. Sorry it took so long to get this up. This started off being under 9 hundred words and then somehow managed to double in size… Don't ask me how. :)

Enjoy! And let me know if you liked it.


Friday, April 6th – 4:18 p.m.

Hotch had let everyone go home early, right after lunch. The only catch was that the files for the past case had to be completed by Monday. Derek Morgan had decided to hit Quantico's weight room and work off some stress with his new found free time.

Derek had started off running, then went to push ups and now he was at the punching bag. Every time his fist connected with the bag he envisioned Officer Reynolds' face, the cop from their latest case in Florida. Derek ignored the sweat dripping into his eyes because he was focused on the task at hand, which was destroying Reynolds. Every time Derek thought of the way Reynolds looked at his BAU ladies, he hit the bag harder.

Derek kicked the bag as he remembered the way that cop was flirting. He felt a claim to his girls, only he could flirt with them in a friendly way because he knew no other man would ever be good enough for them. Garcia had Kevin, and JJ had Will, Derek had already spoken, well threatened them to treat his ladies right. Over time Derek grew to respect those two men and they had been deemed worthy of his blonde friends.

Over the last eight months, since Emily had returned from the "dead", Derek had become more protective of his friend. It was his duty to not let anything harm her. So when his mind went back to Reynolds flirting with Prentiss, the anger built again because he knew that no one would ever be good enough for her. Her. His Emily.

Derek was now beating the shit out of the punching bag, leaving no time in between punches as he demolished the bag. He had heard that Emily had hit Reynolds in the jaw while he was not in the building. Derek wished he could have been the one to hit the officer to protect Emily. He knew that his girl could handle herself just fine without help, but he wished she would be able to work without having to fight off chauvinist pigs. Reynolds was so disrespectful, and Emily deserved much more than that.

Finally when Derek had used almost every ounce of energy and his anger had diminished, he hit the showers. He finished up with his shower, packed his bag and had to make one final stop to desk to pick up some case files that needed completing this weekend.

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Derek walked down to the bull pen and opened the door. He saw that everyone must have gone straight home when Hotch had said they could leave. Derek began to think up a weekend plan. He would hit the bar, pick up a lucky lady, and well, now that he thought about it he actually didn't fell like having another one night 'relationship' with a random woman. They were so impersonal and cold, like the job. Derek realized that he now needed a connection. Maybe Reid was right, he was maturing, because now that he thought about it he was looking for a different type of woman. Not one that you found at the clubs, but one that you could actually start a family with because he was ready to give up the bachelor lifestyle. Actually, someone more like Emily. Wow, his thought were all over the place tonight, at least there was a baseball game on TV tonight so he could forget about the cases for a little while and his lack personal life as of lately.

Derek was brought back to reality by a muffled snore from the desks in the bull pen. And there he saw Emily Prentiss asleep at her desk, before he could help himself he let out a small laugh at seeing the brunette feet up and her arms hanging over the edge of her chair. Her hair was wild and he had never seen her look so realized since her return. His laugh caused Emily's eyes to shoot open; she quickly tried to put her feet back on the ground to try to regain some of her dignity from snoring. As her body swung around, she fell out of her chair landing flat on her back in the middle of the floor. Now all her dignity was lost.

"Sorry Princess! I didn't mean to scare you," Derek said while giving Emily a hand up. "What are you doing here anyway; I thought Hotch had sent you home?" Derek continued to laugh at the disgruntled brunette who was still trying to rearrange her wrinkled shirt after her more than embarrassing fall.

"Oh great, everyone knows I'm suspended." Emily sighed with a hint of a blush on her cheek, still slightly humiliated. "And my apartment is flooded, so I'm camping out here."

"Are you sleeping here then?" Derek asked with concern.

""It looks that way."

"Seriously Em," he continued with an eye roll.

Emily replied, "Well my Mother is much too busy to have her daughter stay with her and I am dreading going to a hotel."

"So where are you sleeping tonight?"

"You're looking at it, home sweet home!" She added with a sarcastic laugh.

"Nope, you are coming home with me tonight."

"Derek, is that the way you pick up the ladies?" She asked with a seriously with a hint of a smile behind her eyes.

"Yes it is," he says as he picks her bag up, "and it always works." With a wink and a wide grin Derek walked out of the BAU, after picking up his case files. He knew Emily would have no choice but to follow because he had her stuff with him.

It always works he thought as he saw Emily packing up the rest of her belongings to follow him.

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6:25 p.m.

Since Derek's SUV was bigger than Emily's car they loaded up all her things inside. The ride was fairly quick and quiet because Emily was refusing to talk to Derek because she he had forced her to come to his house.

"Umm, Derek where are going?" Emily asked as she recognized the neighbourhoods they were passing noticing that they were no where near Derek's place.

"To pick up your stuff," he replied nonchalantly.

Emily huffed, "You know there isn't much to pick up."

The duo pulled up at Emily's place and entered her home. As Derek looked around at the water damage he also noticed that there really wasn't much at her home. It was obvious that she hadn't unpacked with her things still in boxes and it looked like she was not comfortable here. This new place was much smaller and lacked the large windows. It sort of embodied a hide out rather than home.

"So Em," Derek began, "Do you need anything else?"

"Yeah, I will just pack a few more clothes then we can go."

Emily splashed into her room to load her whole closet into a few bags. She was glad she had let Garcia keep her cat, Sergio, over the cases because the technical analyst insisted that she hadn't seen the cat in ages. She knew Sergio would not have apprieciated the water. Emily sighed because she knew that Derek was profiling her home. It was evident that she was uncomfortable and unsettled; she knew that he would bring it up at some point. She hoped it would be later because she did not want to deal with it right now.

Emily returned to her living room, "Derek, we can go now," she said to the man on her couch.

They got back into the car.

"Well thanks for that Em, I'm going to need to get new boots. You place is really flooded."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I-" Emily tried to apologize.

Derek cut her off, "Whoa there princess, I was just kidding. These boots are water resistant."

They fell into a silence, not really an awkward one but still a silence none the less, for the remainder of the ride to Derek's.

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7:41 p.m.

Once at Derek's home, they brought in all her belongings.

"Thanks for letting me stay the night, I really appreciate it."

"No problem Princess," he replied with an arm around her shoulder. "So I realize that I don't have another bed made up, so you can take my room, just put your stuff in there."

"I don't think so Derek, I will take the couch."

Derek ignored her refusal, "Okay, let's order a pizza and put on a movie."

The pair got themselves organized; they got their pizza and popped in a random comedy movie that they didn't have to pay too much attention too. The silence from the car ride had returned with only Derek's dog Clooney's panting breaking the silence. The large dog had curled up right beside Emily, his new best friend, in between her and Derek.

Eventually when the movie had ended they sat there unsure of how to continue. They had never experienced awkward silences before she left, but now it seemed that they both were keeping secrets from each other.

"Well, we should head to bed," Derek began.

Emily guided Derek to his room. "You sleep in here, I will take the couch. Really Derek its no big deal. This is your house." Emily crossed her arms and gave him a look that Derek knew he could not ague with. He knew that he could just move her when she fell asleep.

"Alright Em, goodnight," He replied and gave her a hug.

Emily nodded and turned to get ready for bed in the guest bathroom. When she returned she tried to settle on the couch but it was rock hard and there was board running down the middle. Emily continued to try to get comfy. Seriously, she had no house, was suspended and sleeping on her friend's hard couch, this day really topped the list. And now there was a dog breathing in her face because Clooney seemed to think that she was sleeping in his spot. Finally, sleep over took Emily.

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Saturday, April 7th - 2:37 a.m.

Derek woke up when he heard quiet moans. He exited his room to see Emily tossing and turning in her sleep. He knew that she was uncomfortable, because that was Clooney's bed, it really wasn't meant for people. Derek picked his sleeping friend up in his arms and saw her visibly relax in his arms. He had a correction to make, she now looked more at ease in his arms then she did while in the bull pen. Her eyelashes fell over her cheeks and her hair fanned across his arms, she looked beautiful. He had no idea where that train of thought had come from. Derek entered his room, with Clooney following his new friend, he laid her down in his king sized bed and climbed in beside her. He did not want to invade her space so he kept a gap in between him, but continued to watch her until sleep over took him as well.


And that's Chapter 2!