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As promised, here is the 3rd chapter. It finally gets a little bit exciting: D

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Chapter 3

"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do."

Eleanor Roosevelt

Only three days later Derek was sitting in a cab on his way to the airport to go to France, more precisely to a small town near Paris.
They had decided not to work directly in the capitol, so they could be closer to the crime scene. He was optimistic that they could solve the case as fast as possible, although they didn't have much leads to their UnSub. Hopefully the other agents already found out some more helpful information on-site.

During the long flight Derek spent a lot of time thinking about the last years. A lot happened and a lot changed.
Sometimes he wondered how already two years could have passed since Emily's death. It still hurt the same, especially because he wasn't able to catch the man, who did this to her. Of course, Derek had been trying to find Doyle. He and Penelope had almost spent every minute in their free time for it, but time had passed by and at one point they just didn't have any ideas left that could lead to him and track him down. Since then he blamed himself even more, because after they had received the message in the hospital, Derek had told himself he would do everything to catch Doyle and he broke his promise.

They were finally able to close the case after almost 3 weeks. It took indeed longer than Hotch had expected it, but the only thing that counted was actually that they arrested the UnSub, no matter how long it took them.
Their UnSub's name was Paul Miller, a 53 years old man from Munich, who worked for a travel company as a tourist guide. Thereby he was able to commit crimes in different countries, so they didn't get connected for a pretty long time and police couldn't solve them.
Their main lead was given a few days ago by a witness, who watched the victim from France getting brutally pulled into the UnSub's vehicle. The woman fortunately remembered a sticker on the car's left door, which led them to the company the UnSub worked for. Then the police in Munich immediately got informed and arrested him.

As he had already planned Derek didn't fly back immediately. Instead he booked a hotel in one of Paris' more quiet districts to have some vacation after the long case.

Today was one of the bad days again. When the demons come out of the back of her mind and she is plagued by all the guilty feelings, Emily just wants to call them, to tell them that she is fine, alive and that she'll come back.
She could release them from their pain by just one phone call. She wants their suffering to stop so badly to make them happy again. They didn't deserve this. None of them did. And it was her fault. She put them in this situation and she regretted it every day.
Sometimes, especially at the beginning of her time in Paris, it seemed like she couldn't do this anymore. And it didn't get better during all those months. She had indeed thought about killing herself, but came to the conclusion that it wasn't worth it and also realized that, in a certain way, she already was dead. It wasn't just that her team believed she was dead. A part of her really died back then and the rest of her slowly died every day a little bit more.
But she had to be strong. That is what she had promised JJ on the plane. They would do everything to find Doyle. Derek would. And she was sure one day Hotch or JJ would call telling her that it's all over. At this day she could return to her family. But she had to be strong.

Although Emily wasn't that keen on going outside of her apartment today, she had to, because everyone has to buy groceries sometimes.
Heavy grey clouds were hanging in the dawn sky and it was already raining for hours, so she threw on her black coat and grabbed an umbrella, then she headed out of her door.
A freezing Emily approached the shop a little later. By looking through the big windowpanes, she saw a long queue at the checkout.
As she was about to go through the entrance door, she suddenly stopped. Her brain abruptly stopped processing; her heart probably beat faster than ever and her glance stuck at one certain person in the queue.
That couldn't be real. Not today and not at this place. But she didn't wake up as usually, when she had one of those dreams. What the fuck is going on?
The only thing Emily could manage to concentrate on was Derek. Derek. He starred at her. His face was blank, but at the same time full of disbelief. She wanted to run away, but it was like her feet were anchored in the ground. Damn. How long was she already standing there? She had to decamp as fast as possible. It would break her heart, but she had no other choice.
Then Emily turned around and hurried to get out of his view.