Walking down the hall to an empty conference room, Morgan had Emily enter first and locked the door behind him. She sat at the table at a seat close to the door and watched as Morgan took the seat opposite of her. He sat and stared until she couldn't take it anymore.

"What the hell Morgan? If you wanted to spend this time staring at me, I could have at least been doing some kind of work…."

"Stop saying that." He demanded more than asked her with fire raging in his eyes that scared her, but didn't make her back down.

"Stop saying what?" she asked, and leaned back to watch his movements.

"Stop calling me Morgan! You've called me Derek up until Amelia gave me her card, and I don't understand the sudden change." He said raising his voice just a bit to make his point clearer.

"If you think yelling is going to get me to respond, you're dead wrong. When you want to have a mature conversation, come and get me okay?" She made to get up but his question stopped her in her tracks, and made tears well up in her eyes;

"Is Amelia what happened, or was it the flight back?" Watching her reaction carefully, Derek noticed that she was shaking a little bit and got up to comfort her.

"I'm sorry Em…" just as he reached for her hand, she pulled back and looked at him defiantly.

"Don't be sorry for anything Derek, you don't owe me anything. I'm going back to work now and I'm going on my date tonight. Have fun with Amelia" and as she said the last part, she unlocked the door and ducked into the women's restroom so Derek couldn't follow her.

She stopped to look at herself in the mirror, thankful that she didn't let any of her tears fall.

You may not want me Derek, but there is a man who does.

Holding onto that thought, she took deep breaths and strode confidently back into the bullpen to find that Derek was in his chair, looking like he was anywhere but here.

That wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to tell her Amelia was pretty, but nowhere as gorgeous as she was. I wanted to tell her that that one dance on the plane was enough to keep a smile permanently on my face for three days and that I didn't want anyone else in my arms but her. All I did succeed in doing was making her look forward to her date with…Jason. He doesn't deserve her, but he probably has a better chance after this afternoon.

Later that day, 6: OO pm

Derek tried harder than he ever had at focusing on his paperwork, but every time Emily got up or shuffled papers, he stopped and stared. He knew he was being quite obvious, but he didn't know what to say without sticking his foot in his mouth. Emily finally stood up and began packing her things for the night, and Derek's heart suddenly dropped and he felt as if he couldn't breathe. He watched her put her things carefully in her bag, making sure to avoid his eyes because he was still staring at her. She decided that they couldn't do this forever so she was trying to make their situation a bit better.

"Derek, look…" She looked at him and paused, which gave him the opportunity to say what he had wanted to for the past few hours.

"Don't go." He held her gaze just like he did on the plane, and they could feel the change in temperature. She knew there was more to his plead than that, but she refused to acknowledge it.

"Mor…Derek, you'll see me tomorrow. Have a good night. Night Reid" she said her goodbyes and started towards the elevator, not realizing Derek was right on her heels. She pressed the button for the elevator and got in, and Derek did the same.

"Derek, don't you have more work to do or something?" she asked, exasperated that he felt the need to follow her. He was standing right in front of her, which forced her to back up into the elevator wall.

"I said don't go. Em, please don't go tonight"

"And why should I not go? There's no reason not to go; he's a good guy that is interested in me. He deserves a chance." she said, and looked at him to see whether or not he would be able to say whatever the hell was on his mind.

"The reason I don't want you to go is because, what happens if you fall for this guy? What happens if he's everything you think you want and you're no longer single?" looking at her, he hopes she understands why these things in particular are on his mind.

"Yeah Derek, that's such a bad thing that I just might be able to be happy" she replies sarcastically.

"That's not it! Don't you get it, if you're happy with him, there's no chance that you could maybe be happy with me!" he blurted this out, and watched as her annoyed expression was replace by one of surprise, and mentally smacked his forehead for his bonehead move.

The elevator signaled that it had reached the ground floor, but neither of them made a move to stop the doors from closing again. That is, until Emily decided that she needed air because trying to sort things out with Derek Morgan around was counterproductive.

"I've got to go Derek. I'll see you tomorrow" and with that, she walked out to her car leaving behind a crushed Derek that thought she didn't feel the same way.

As Emily got into her car, she pulled out her cell phone and called Jason.

"Hi Jason, its Emily…yeah I know, but something came up and I can't make it…I'm really sorry, but I don't think it'll work out…you too, bye." Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, she drove home trying to keep ber tears at bay and decide how the hell she was going to go to work tomorrow.

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