"You don't know what you're talking about Derek." Emily snapped, causing everyone on the jet to look up at the two who were sitting near the back of the jet. Derek's muscular back was towards them, but the raven haired woman immediately locked eyes with everyone. Her face slowly softened after realizing what had just happened. She hadn't done that to anyone in a while especially seemingly unprovoked. Wait no- she shook her head to herself. He HAD provoked her. He was doing his pushy thing where he'd ask and ask and ask in attempt to force an answer or for her to open up. Even though it was good most times, because they both she wouldn't do it on her own, this time wasn't. Not for this topic, not here, and not now. Everyone returned to what they were doing, patiently and awkwardly waiting for the jet to land. Quietly gathering their things and heading home once it did.

Usually the pair would go say hello to Garcia if she was still in the building but tonight Emily went straight home. Derek would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling a little defeated. He knew he probably shouldn't have pushed her, but it wasn't out of malicious intent. He knows that she knows that deep down but he still was feeling bad about the whole thing so he was going to attempt to do his next best thing; comforting his friends and family.

The light is dimmed when Emily slowly slides down into the steaming bubble bath she had just ran for herself. The room smells of lavender and white wine, followed by the traces of multiple random candles she had lit just before sinking into the bubbles. She takes a long, slow sip of the wine in her hand, letting it sit and sting against her tongue and gums for a second before swallowing the liquid. Then resting the back of her neck against the cold porcelain, her brown eyes close. It was almost immediate with the flashbacks. The case they had just come from had hit home way more than she had expected it to. Expected because she had mentally started preparing herself and attempting to compartmentalize as much she was able to while still working the case to her full potential as a professional. But after it was all said and done, she wasn't able to hide it anymore. She wasn't sure if the whole team had noticed; but of course Derek had.

Flashback / 3 Days Earlier / Emily's POV

My eyes adjust back to a focus after a moment of disassociation. Penelope's coming over the jet's webcam had brought me back to reality, but I hadn't caught the last couple of minutes of what she or anyone else had said. I remember what was said before though. There's a lump in my throat as I look through the crime scene photos within my file. A female undercover cop for the Boston police department had been attacked inside of her home. Her 6 year old son was missing, but presumed dead due to the amount of blood they found in the home that matched his mother's DNA that was on record. Anastasia Kingsley, a 5'6", dark haired woman, with dark hazel eyes was still missing as well yet none of the blood in the home had matched hers except for the small amount that was found on the ropes left by a chair which were assumed to bind her. The Boston chief of police had informed us that they suspect she was tied to the chair and forced watch them murder her own son. A shiver races down my spine at the image of that in my head; cases with children are so much harder. But I don't anything would've prepared me for the school photo of the boy they were using for his unnecessary amber alert. A blonde curly headed boy, who's blue eyes pierced back at me. I swear I almost saw Declan for a moment. My eyes scanned down to the bottom of the picture reading, "Oliver Kingsley, Second Grade." A quickly gather myself and pop back into the conversation. "Well, he has his mother's last name. Do we know anything about the father? Maybe he's connected?" I question. But Garcia's sadder than normal voice pipes in, "Very unlikely. Records say he was killed overseas while Kingsley was 7 months pregnant. Plus we have to consider the elephant in the room." That last line confuses me, I must've missed something while I was zoned out. "I'm sorry?" I reply. "Her work? Chief Fisher said that she had just gotten done with an undercover assignment against a particularly dangerous man they had been trying to get for years, Malcom Isles. They thought they had him and therefore her cover was blown, but he was somehow able to get out of the charges." She informs me. I hear Derek clear his throat from beside me, "Considering the length of time they've been trying to catch him and the size of Boston, it wouldn't surprise me if he has city officials and politicians in his back pocket." He states.

Flashback Over

Emily is snapped out of the memory by a knocking on her door. The bath water was still warm so she knew she hadn't been out of it long, but that just seemed to annoy her more at the fact that someone was interrupting her at this time of night. She steps out of the tub carefully, dripping water down the hall and to the front door, slipping something on as she did. She peaks through the lookout and let's out a small sigh and an eye roll of annoyance at the sight of one Derek Morgan standing outside her apartment. She finished tying the belt of her robe as she unlocked the door. When face to face, she stood there with her arms crossed, giving her signature dirty look to the man now in her doorway. "What are you doing here? It's like 2 o'clock in the morning Derek." Though she was complaining about his presence, she walked away from the open door and to the kitchen as an invitation in but without having to actually say it due to her stubbornness. Not fazed by her mood, Morgan followed in right behind her watching her pour two glasses of the wine he had already smelled on her breath when coming around the corner.

She could feel his eyes scanning her from behind in an attempt to read her farther and as much as it made her stomach do cartwheels it also started to frustrate her in more ways than one. She spun around, handing him the glass of wine, "Haven't I already told you not profile me before Derek Morgan?" She said sternly but still cold. The look on his face changed quickly, now him being the annoyed one. "Are you serious? You expect to act the way you did earlier and even now and think that you get a say in if I'm trying to read you or not?" He blurted out with his dark eyebrows furrowed together. "That case was way too much for you and you can't even admit it to yourself let alone me; your supposed best friend. Then when I tried to get you to talk about it, you snapped at me in front of the rest of the team? Yeah maybe I shouldn't have pushed you so much but if it wasn't bothering you as much as I KNOW it is, then my pushing wouldn't have pissed you off like this. I love you and your my partner but its only been 3 months since you've been back Prentiss. I can't keep walking on eggshells with you especially if you not willing to give me the decency to open up when I notice you need it as I do." He let out a long annoyed breath, setting the wine glass down on her counter along with a bag that he had been holding in his other hand. "I brought you dinner. Have a good night Emily." With that, he turned away and started heading for her front door again.

But just as quickly as he was walking away, he was spun around by her. Her arms around moving under his arms and wrapping around to his back tightly in a way to not give him a choice in the embrace or not. There was silence but he could feel her heart beating against his chest so hard he swore he almost hear it. "You don't understand." She said softly and quiet, her forehead resting against his left collarbone. "You don't understand what its like to see myself in very victim. I've been treading lightly through life for 3 months now in an attempt to not disturb the peace. But there is no peace. Not when I'm alone with my thoughts." As her words were still trailing off of her lips, she had raised her head to make eye contact with him. Leaving them in silence before continuing. "Do you remember that night in London? When you and Garcia helped me move?" She questioned, her voice now melting from fragile to sultry. He couldn't help but let a small smirk come across face at the memory, nodding gently. "I think it started out like this?.." He almost whispered as his hand slipped underneath the neckline of her robe, softly pulling it down to rest just a bit off of her shoulders, exposing her collarbones and the top of her cleavage. "Mhm, your memory is correct." She said while running her hands up from his chest to his cup both sides of his face while also letting their eyes connect once more. "I need that again." Her dimples popped as she instinctively bit down onto her bottom lip while waiting for his response. But it didn't come in the form of words. Instead, she felt her feet lift off the ground as she was hoisted into Derek's strong arms. She gave him a smile, one that was soft and loving. This had happened between them a handful of times before. Mainly after a particularly rough case for either of them. But this was the first time since she had come back. This was one of the many ways of them helping to heal each other and gain a sense of relief from their minds.

Before they had ever slept together the first time, Emily would have to admit that she pictured Derek way different in bed. She had assumed he was rough and extremely dominate but he was actually quite opposite. He took the time to give every inch of you attention, there probably wasn't a spot on her body that his lips hadn't touched. He didn't care about his needs because you being pleased was pleasure enough for him. She sighed softly and watched as he kissed his way down between her breast, over her stomach, and then to her inner thighs. Placing soft kisses and nibbles in all the places he had learned to know she loved before moving on to the true center of power. Every movement he made was deliberate and thought out, like he had studied her for his whole life and he wouldn't stop until her long legs were shaking around him and his name was being cried out. With a pleased grin on his face, his moved back up her slim but curvy body until his was face to face with her again, planting a kiss on her lips which allowed her to have a taste as well. He plopped his body down next to hers that was now covered in a thin layer of sweat and turning his head towards her said, "Okay, my turn?" He kept the grin on his face when she shot him one right back, "Is that a challenge Derek Morgan?" She replied slyly. He chuckled and tucked his hands behind his head, relaxing. "I guess we'll find out when we see who wins."