After our debrief this afternoon following the four days we spent in Seattle, Garcia announced to us that there was an FBI fundraiser dinner, ball, kind of thing. I groaned as soon as she mentioned it, and she shushed me casually. She was excited, and she told us that she already had plans to hack into the seating plans and place us on a table with the Red Cell team who would also be in attendance. She asked for plus ones, although she had already added Will in our team number. Herself and Reid were already with Gina and Prophet, so obviously they wouldn't be bringing someone. Hotch and Rossi informed her that they'd be on their own, as did Morgan. They all looked at me and I hesitated, "Can I get back to you?" I looked at Garcia. She smiled and nodded, telling me to let her know by Tuesday.
"Seeing someone?" JJ smirked at me.
"Maybe, maybe not." I shrugged my shoulders. I felt Rossi, Reid, and Morgan all watching me. Hotch didn't seem to care, JJ and Garcia looked at me with smirks, but they definitely didn't consider Morgan.
After a while, we all went to our desks or to get coffee, to finish the last pages we had of paperwork before we would head home. I looked at the text on my phone as I sat down at my desk. "Get back to her?"
I glanced at Morgan behind me but he was facing his desk, his back to me. I texted him back quickly, "J, G, H kind of notice that I'm not so distant from you anymore; had to make it seem like I was over it."
He didn't text me back, but I did see him read the text before he put his phone down again and opened a file.
The case we just closed wasn't a hard one to deal with. Well they were all hard to deal with; looking at death and murder all day every day never got easier, but compared to what we've seen, this last case was rather minor. It wouldn't cause nightmares, it wouldn't keep us up for days, it wouldn't cause me to show up on Morgan's doorstep tonight.
After the last two weeks of "taking it slow" with Morgan, I felt ready. Of course I was too worried to say anything, and two weeks was hardly enough time for someone to forgive a betrayal like that, but I felt like I needed to be with him again; I wanted to be with him again. I ignored it the best I could but eventually it'll be too much to ignore, like how we entered a relationship in the first place; the feelings grew too much. I didn't trust him completely yet, I wouldn't for a long time, but I think I trusted him enough. I sent Morgan another text, inviting him to my place tonight and he replied straight away, accepting the offer. Sooner rather than later would be good. I smiled to myself and looked down to the paperwork that I was supposed to be doing.
When I got home, I lit candles all over the house to give it a slightly sweet scent, and then I went upstairs and showered, washed my hair and shaved. I changed into something comfortable but flattering, and I went back downstairs. I checked my phone and saw that he had told me he'd be over soon, and so I put on low classical music and went into the kitchen. I had brought steak on my way home because I knew it was his favourite, medium rare. I made up a garden salad as the steak cooked, and he knocked just after I finished the salad. I opened the door for him and smiled wide. He pressed a kiss to my cheek as he came in and I locked the door behind him. "You're cooking." He sounded almost shocked as he walked into the kitchen.
I smiled as I opened a bottle of wine and poured out two glasses, "You sound surprised."
"I am."
"Steak and salad." I held a glass out to him and he took it with thanks. We were sitting down before too long and we had been talking about the case casually as we ate. I poured more wine for us and put my cutlery down as I looked at him. "Derek?" He looked up and saw the seriousness in my eyes. He gave me a worried look as I put his glass down. "I'm ready."
"I'm sorry?"
"I'm ready," I repeated, "And I am positively confident in my decision. I don't trust you one hundred percent just yet, but I think I trust you enough. If you don't want—"
"I do want," He cut me off, "I definitely do." He smiled. I returned his smile and nodded. "So…do we tell them now or?"
"I was thinking…we could just show up at that stupid ball together next weekend. Hold hands when they see us, kiss, dance, and they'll know straight away. I don't want to have to tell them, especially the girls, because I don't want them to insult me or you. I don't want them to have a chance to argue with me or try convince me otherwise."
He nodded, "Okay, it's a date." He winked at me and I leant over to kiss him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him and I settled with a leg either side of him as we made out. "Are you done eating?" He asked between kisses.
"I can think of better things to do." I let my hands slide down his body to meet the button on his jeans. I heard a plate slide across the table behind me; he lifted me up and sat me on the table in front of him as I unzipped his pants. I was wary of where the plates had ended up behind me and he noticed, so he decided instead that we'd go upstairs. I ran up with the bottle of wine and he grabbed our glasses before following.
I wore a tight royal blue silk gown, a V-neck and a slit down from my left thigh to the ground. I wore my nicest earrings and my nicest black heels. I threw my phone, card, badge, and cash into a clutch and looked at myself in the mirror one more time. Derek was downstairs; he got ready here so we could share a cab and he could leave his car here. My hair was curled to one side and it was annoying the hell out of me but Garcia had banned us from wearing our hair up. I had spent a little too long on my makeup so we were running a bit later than we planned with the team but they'd be fine an extra twenty minutes without us.
I descended the stairs slowly and I saw Derek turn around from where he stood at the counter island. He had already had a few drinks, and he stared at me when I reached the bottom on the steps. "You are absolutely stunning." He put his glass down and approached me slowly. I smiled and put my arms around his neck as he grabbed my hips.
"Yeah?"
"You know…we could just stay here…go upstairs, have a bath, drink a lot of bourbon."
"We have to go, Derek. Pen would kill us if we didn't show." I kissed him slowly and smiled when we parted. He motioned for me to walk towards the door when we heard a car horn outside. We made our way down to the cab quickly and he gave him the address of the hall.
When we finally got here, I texted JJ and asked if she was here yet. She replied straight away, telling me that everyone except for Morgan, Mick, and I were sitting at our table already. I turned to Derek, "Show time; everyone except Mick is here."
"Nope, Mick's here." I turned to where he pointed as we saw Rawson enter the hall. He mustn't have seen us. "Are you ready?" I nodded and he pressed a kiss to my cheek before he took my hand and we entered the hall. I handed our tickets to the security in the door and he wished us a fun night. It didn't take long to find our table, it was centre front, courtesy of Garcia I assumed. I saw Prophet almost choke on his drink when he saw us. When he spoke, the others all looked at us too, especially to our hands. I saw JJ's posture change instantly. "Here we go." He whispered to me as we neared them.
"What's this?" JJ asked as soon as we reached the table.
"Oh. I'm good, thank you for asking, and how are you?" I raised my eyebrows at her as I sat beside Reid. She shook her head and looked at Will by her side. He motioned for her to calm down and took her hand.
"Would you like a drink?" Derek asked me, ignoring JJ.
"What a stupid question." I looked up at him. He smiled and kissed my cheek as he left to head for the bar.
The team spoke among each other for a short while before JJ spoke and they fell quiet, "Why are you being so moronic?"
"Excuse me?" A sigh lingered in my voice. I didn't want to have to argue about it, and I certainly didn't want it to happen here; I thought she would have left it for a later time.
"He destroyed you and now you're just going to let it go and be with him again?"
"I was miserable, JJ."
"Yeah, because he cheated on you. Do you remember that? Walking in to find him and Tsia in bed together?"
"I am not going to argue about my relationship that has absolutely nothing to do with you, in front of the team, and not in a hall filled with FBI personnel. I appreciate your concern, but it is unnecessary."
"Fine." She looked at Will again as she sipped her drink.
The team seemed to let the whole Morgan and me thing go all throughout dinner and dessert. A few more drinks followed our meal, and then people began dancing with significant others and dates. Frank Sinatra's 'The Way You Look Tonight' began to play and Morgan offered me his hand as he stood. Once the song was over, I figured that was it and he was done, but then Jason Mraz 'I Won't Give Up' started and he pulled me back to him.
I smiled as he pressed a kiss to my lips and led me in a simple slow dance, "You're dancing for more than one song with me."
"You like dancing," He spun me around before pulling me back close to his body, "Besides, I don't know how much longer I could take JJ's glares. Also, Strauss is watching us right now."
"Oh no…I didn't consider her attendance."
"It'll be fine; if she brings it up, I'll handle it." He assured before he kissed me again. I rested my head on his shoulder with my body flush against his, relaxing into him, and my eyes caught the several sets watching us from the table of our team. "Are you okay?" he asked after a short while.
"I'm just a bit agitated with JJ, is all. And Gina, because I haven't missed her warning glances to you."
"If you want to hold off—"
"No, Derek. It's not up to them, it's up to me and it's up to you. That's it." I kissed his cheek. He nodded and twirled me again. We continued to dance through Calum Scott's 'You Are the Reason' and Elvis Presley's 'Can't Help Falling in Love', and just a few others before we decided to grab another drink and sit back down with the others.
We came back to my place late tonight; we decided to stay until the others decided to leave. I made my way upstairs straight away and slipped my heels off as I fell onto the bed, face into the pillow. I was drunk, my feet hurt, and I was exhausted. A few minutes of silence passed before I heard my bedroom door close quietly. "Don't tell me you're asleep." I made a small groaning noise to let him know that I was awake but not for long. He jumped onto his side of the bed and caressed my arse softly before squeezing. I smiled into the pillow but kept face down. I felt his hands slowly move up my body and unzip my dress. He unclipped my strapless bra and the sides fell to the bed. In one swift movement, he flipped me over onto my back and I smiled as he kissed me. He stripped the dress away from my body and threw the bra over his shoulder before he dropped his head to suck at my neck. I closed my eyes as he moved down slowly to my collarbones and then to my breasts. He bit at my nipples and I let a small moan out as I pressed my hips up against his obvious arousal. I grinded into him momentarily and he grabbed my hips in both hands and pressed them down to the bed hard, almost growling. I watched as he pulled my panties down with his teeth, and then once they were to my knees, he pulled them off quickly. He kissed and caressed up and down my thighs slowly. "Tease." I breathed quietly. He laughed quietly as he lifted his right hand and met my core with two fingers and his tongue. I dropped my head back at the contact and gripped the sheets. "Derek, please." I struggled to speak. He responded immediately and gave me exactly what I asked for.
