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Grace
Shit, my head hurt. I guess I should be used to it by now, but no one ever really gets used to these kinds of things.
"Morning, Grace," said Derek as he sat up.
"Ooh sorry, did I wake you up?" I asked quickly, unsure of how to act around this man that seemed so familiar.
"Nope, I was just thinking."
"'Bout what?" I said with a smile.
"You, this, everything. It's kind of strange, you not remembering me."
"I feel like I know you, but I don't really remember…" I replied, fiddling with the bracelet around my wrist. At least I knew who I was.
Derek
I stared at her for a second before I realized what I was doing.
"Well, uh, the doc said we should try and help you remember… what do you want to know?" I asked hesitantly.
"I remember getting the call from Strauss about work and quitting my job as a waitress. Those sort of things always come back quickly…I mean, um, did we meet at work?" she replied nervously.
What was with her? Always come back quickly? I tried not to look concerned as I concentrated on her question.
"Nope, we met at a bar the day before you started. You didn't tell me where you were working or anything but I saw you the next day. I was going to say something about it but you cut me off. Something about not wanting Hotch to know that you were at a bar the day before your first day."
Grace sat there, twisting her face up in concentration.
"I- I kind of remember the bar… something starting with a T?"
"Yeah! It's a little place called Time Out."
Her face lit up with realization.
"I remember it!"
Grace
I watched as Derek laughed, his smile spreading across his face.
I felt like I could remember him if I just tried a little harder.
"Hang on, let me think for a second," I said, closing my eyes, trying to remember the bar.
I could clearly see the booth that I was sitting at and the drink in front of me.
I remembered looking at my phone and being upset because no one wanted to talk to me. That was pretty depressing.
I squeezed my eyes harder, concentrating on what happened next.
"Okay, so I got up from my booth and went to the bar for another drink. It was a Long Island Ice Tea… And then you started talking to me... I don't remember what you said, but I remember-uh, never mind," I said quickly, closing my mouth.
He looked at me curiously. "What is it?"
"Well, I, uh, god this is embarrassing… but I remember being shocked that you wanted to talk to me because when I looked around I saw all of these beautiful women and then there was me…. It was just strange," I replied hastily, avoiding his gaze.
"Hey now, I remember what I said and it makes perfect sense. I asked how a pretty lady like you could be alone," he said with a laugh.
As he said that, it clicked. I remembered watching his smile at the bar and the way his hand held his pen tightly, the way he scribbled on the napkin.
"You wrote your number on my napkin!" I exclaimed suddenly.
"Why yes, yes I did," Derek smiled as he turned to me, "And I don't regret it in the least."
"And, and the next day I came to work and Hotch introduced me. Your eyes looked like they were going to pop out of your head when you saw me."
Derek
"They kind of felt that way. I had no idea you were working at the BAU, it was just surprising. I'm glad you're remembering some things," I said.
"Yeah, it usually comes back quickly," she sputtered before she stopped herself with a look of shock on her face.
"Usually?" I asked, studying her. She had said strange things before and I had let them pass, but I just couldn't any longer.
"Well, um, let's just say my parents weren't the nicest people."
