A/N: So, I just watched the finale and I needed to write this to keep the show alive in my heart. Enjoy!
So guess what dumbass updated a chapter from a story I haven't even published? Me. I am that dumbass. Here's the right one. Shout out to who caught my mistake. Thank you Calzona OrthoPeds! I got distracted and made a dumb mistake, sorry guys!
Emily rubbed her head and stood from the couch.
Derek looked at her quizzically, "Where are you going?"
"I have to go call my mother. She needs to hear from me before the rumor chain starts." Morgan only nodded; he knew her relationship with her mother was strained. She always got this quiet and brooding thing about her whenever it came to Ambassador Prentiss.
Emily shut the door to the guest room behind her. She pulled out her phone and quickly found her mothers number before calling her.
"Emily, I'm surprised you called. It's usually me who calls you." Great, a guilt trip right off the bat. Emily thought to herself sarcastically.
"Yes, mother. I have some news. I'm in D.C. Can we meet for dinner?"
"I didn't know you were coming back so soon." Emily waited while her mother checked her schedule. "I'm sorry, I can't do dinner, but I can push my next meeting to this afternoon, and we can catch an early lunch. Is that okay?"
"Yeah that's fine. Just tell me when and where." Emily sighed.
"That French bistro you love? 11:30?"
"I'll be there." Emily hung up and checked the time; 10:30. "Shit." She hadn't realized how long she slept. She ran out to the top of the stairs. "Derek, get dressed! We're seeing my mother at 11:30 across town!"
Emily heard the scuffle as Morgan ran out of the living room. Emily knew she didn't have time to shower and meet her mother's impossible standards. She skipped the shower and pulled on the nicest clothes she packed with her. She pulled them on and quickly pulled her hair back into a neat ponytail. She spent most of her time applying enough make up to cover any flaws, but not too much to make it look unnatural. She stepped out of the guest room and nearly ran into Derek.
"Your ready?" He asked, already heading down the stairs. She met him downstairs.
"Let's go." She watched him grab his keys before he stopped him. "No offense Morgan, but we can't take your car. Let's take my rental car. It's smaller and can get through traffic easier. I'll drive."
"You just wanted an excuse to drive, didn't you? All you had to do was ask, Princess." Derek winked, teasing her. For a moment they fell back into how they were: light banter and easy companionship.
Emily rolled her eyes and snatched her keys before leaving ahead of him. As promised, she got to the restaurant in record time. She weaved through traffic easily, but Derek hadn't let go of the "oh shit" handle for the entire ride.
"You are crazy, woman!" Derek said as he pulled himself from the car.
Emily spotted her mother pulling up and decided to wait in the parking lot for her. Elizabeth regally expelled herself from the back of the car, thanking the chauffeur.
Elizabeth immediately saw Emily and made her way to her daughter. The exchanged a formal greeting before turning her attention to Derek, "Agent Morgan. I'm surprised to see you escorting my daughter to lunch." Though it was technically a statement, the raised eyebrow and tone of it made it sound as if she was demanding an explanation.
"Mother, he's part of what I needed to tell you. Can we just go in and sit down first?" Although Emily hadn't intended to, Morgan had been a distraction from her mother's usual critiques.
When they entered the restaurant, Elizabeth smiled brightly at the owner. "Phillipe, it is always a pleasure." She said, a genuine smile gracing her usually sharp features.
"Ambassador Prentiss as I live and breathe!" He smiled before him and Elizabeth exchanged a kiss to each of the others' cheek.
The greying man turned to the younger woman, "Emily! It is always a pleasure!" He said before taking her hand and gently pecking the top of it.
Soon, they were seated. Derek has hardly gotten a word in. After ordering, Elizabeth looked to Emily. "Your hair looks so much nicer when it's down." She stated simply. There it is. Emily thought to herself. Before Emily could respond Elizabeth continued, "What did you want to talk about dear?"
Emily took a deep breath and looked at her mother steadily, "I'm pregnant."
The ambassador's eyebrows shot up. She looked between Emily and the handsome man before her, "I see." Elizabeth studied them both for a moment, "Have you thought about this? You just moved to London; Derek works here. You were coworkers, from now on, there will always be questions, is that a rumor mill you're willing to deal with.?"
She looked as though she was going to continue, but Emily cut her off. "Mother, just because your outdated views raise questions, doesn't mean that everyone will have the same view. We have already decided what we want to do. I'm simply here so that I could tell you before you heard from other sources. It is a courtesy. I'm not asking for your opinion." She started calmly, but the more she talked the more venom seeped into her words.
"Ambassador," Morgan finally spoke up, "We respect your concern, but we are adults. We've made a decision and we're going to stick to that. We are only asking that you respect it if you cannot support it." Emily was impressed with his poise. Elizabeth seemed to be as well.
"A grandchild." The corner of her lips twitch up, "I suppose we have some planning to do."
Emily was shocked, she had never known her mother to back down so easily. Maybe she softening as she aged, but more likely, she didn't have any issue at all. She just baited Emily for the sake of fighting.
The group finished their lunch amicably.
On their way back to Morgan's, Emily noticed he kept looking over to study her, "What?" she asked, not removing her concentration from the road.
He sighed and leant into his chair, "It's just, some of what your mom said made sense to me. I feel like we're jumping in headfirst, when we need to sort out some crucial aspects first."
Emily looked into soft, worried brown eyes, she reached over and grabbed one comfortingly, "Derek, I have thought about it. I mean obviously I can't go back to the BAU because of our complicated relationship, but I can move back here. I can probably still work for the FBI. I've been considering teaching profiling at the academy. There is still a lot to sort out, but that doesn't mean we're completely helpless. We will figure it out." She smiled warmly at him.
He kissed the back of her hand warmly, "Yes we will."
"Emily!" He shouted from in front of his computer, "Get yo ass down here!"
Morgan saw his mama was live on skype, he knew it would be only a few minutes before she called. He had texted her at work and asked her to skype that night. He heard her stomp down the stairs.
He watched her come into the living room, she flopped onto the couch and let out a puff of air. "Come on princess, what's got you all grouchy?" He smiled at her.
"I don't know!" She accidentally snapped at him, "I am just angry!"
"I didn't realize it would start this soon."
Emily glared at him, "What's starting this soon?"
"The hormonal rage." He said nonchalantly, before Emily could literally rip his head off, the computer rang with the skype tone.
"Mama!" He said happily as he saw her face pop up.
"Baby! Oh, hi Emily." She was shocked to see Emily. After they got off to the wrong foot when her son was wrongly accused of a crime, Derek made sure she saw how much Emily meant to him. She smiled at the woman through the screen.
"It's nice to see you again, Mrs. Morgan." She said politely, poised as always.
"Oh, call me Fran, dear." She smiled. Emily was always surprised by her constant optimism. It reminded her of Garcia. Fran turned her attention back to her son, "What did you need to tell me baby?"
Morgan gulped; he had no idea how his mother would react. The uncertainty scared him. "Mama, you're gonna be a grandmama!" He let his true enthusiasm of the situation to show through.
"What?" The smiled that spread across his mother's face told him she was going to be supportive. Fran looked between him and Emily, she didn't care how it happened, she was going to be a grandma.
Morgan saw the faces of both his sister peek into frame on the computer. He groaned, his sisters could be a bit much, "Mama, why can we never just have a one on one conversation?"
Emily slapped his arm and they both talked with Morgan's family in Chicago. They spent a couple hours laughing and talking. Emily had never had good family relationships. After her father died when she was twelve, her mother threw herself into her work. Emily knew now that it was a way to cope with her own grief. But at the time, Emily felt betrayed by her mother's actions. She was a kid, grieving the loss of her father. He would never walk her down the aisle, he would never hold the child she was carrying. Emily pushed away her own sadness and finished their conversation.
When they were done, Morgan closed his laptop and turned to Emily. "That went the best I could have imagined. Though, I would have preferred a heads up about Sarah and Desi." He rolled his eyes. Nothing made the big, scary man he posed as melt away as much as his family.
He turned to Emily and saw her crying, his brow furrowed in concern as she tried not to look at him, "Princess, what's wrong?"
She closed her eyes as another tear slipped out, "I miss my dad." She squeaked out barely loud enough for Derek to hear.
He pulled her into a hug, "Emily, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry he can't be here for this." Then his own eyes pricked with tears. He had been so surrounded by his family's love; he didn't have a chance to think about his own father's death. He wouldn't be able to see the father Morgan became.
"I miss my dad too." The two held each other and cried for what would be missed. What their child would miss.
Emily wiped her final tear away, she looked into big soft brown eyes. Before she even knew it, she had Derek in a sweet kiss. She pulled back and rested her forehead to his. "Can I make a confession?" She whispered against his lips.
"Always." He replied just as softly.
"I have loved you from a far for years. I don't know when it started, but all I know now is that I want you. I want us. You have saved me more times than I could count. Not just physically, it wasn't just part of the job, you were by my side through thick and thin and I think I'm in love with you Derek Morgan." The more she bore her soul to him, the quieter she became, suddenly embarrassed by her admittance.
Derek kissed her passionately, "Emily, you are the strongest, smartest, most badass, beautiful woman I know. I love you, no I am in love with you too."
Emily and Derek made love that night, it was slow, passionate, yearning. It was not simply carnal as their first encounter was.