Okay here it is , the final chapter. Okay I know you guys we're disappointed that Emily died but it was crucial to the story. One reviewer even said I wasn't in my right mind for doing so. I just wanted to warn you guys Derek dies in this chapter , so if you have a problem with it hit back now. Thanks to all the reviewers who expressed their opinions politely , even if they were against mine. I love your comments and opinions but remember I'm human so constructive criticism only if you don't like something I did. Let me know what you think.
Hello , I'm Rose Benson. You may be wondering why I'm writing in this book , even though every other story in here was written by Derek Morgan. For the past four weeks I have been Derek's hospice nurse. I promised to finish this story for him , and I don't break promises.
Derek was my favorite patient , so cheerful for where he was. I knew I wasn't supposed to become friends with patients because they were all so sick , but he was nice and he never had anyone who came and visited. He was sick, and dying but at the age of one hundred and three. One day , on my break I decided to visit him. It became habit and soon instead of talking about the weather we would tell each other told me about a large family , that had started as a team. He told me about being a beat cop in the crime filled streets of Chicago , but what he talked about most were the days filled with his friend, partner and later his wife, Emily Morgan. One day when I came in after my shift Derek had a book in his hands.
" Is that a good book?" I asked trying not to startle him with my entrance into the room.
" Yeah , my wife used to love this one."
"Oh." I looked down to my tennis shoes , trying to find something else to say. I looked back to the Vonnegut book in his shaking hands.
That tiny little conversation sparked my interest in what Emily Morgan was like. Every time Derek and I would talk the conversation would turn to Emily, and he seemed to light up when he talked about her. I think my favorite was the one where Emily and Derek were dancing at their close friends wedding. He said she was just about to leave for London , but it was when Derek knew he truly loved Emily. It wasn't more than a week ago when Derek showed me this book I'm writing in today. He asked me to read it , finish the story and keep it safe.
I will always remember the last thing he said to me " Rose , don't ever pretend to be someone you're not, because you are what you pretend to be. Most importantly when you find the one be there for them , always." Derek didn't remember anything the next day , even Emily , but I knew that losing his memory would be the last time he would ever have to say goodbye to Emily Prentiss. All that was left was one more hello.