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"Good morning baby." Fran kissed her son's cheek as he wandered into the kitchen.
"Morning Ma. Where's Sarah and Desi?" He poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot.
"They went out early to catch the Boxing Day shopping. I didn't think you'd be too upset about missing that, so I let you sleep in." Morgan grinned and sat down on a stool on the opposite side of the island.
"Would you like an omelette?" Fran asked, but she was already breaking eggs into a bowl.
"Thanks. What do you have planned for today?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. I just want to spend some time with you while I can."
Derek gave her a suspicious look.
"So you're going to spend the day trying to milk out details about my personal life."
"You'd better believe it sweetheart. Now, who are you seeing?"
"Maaa." Derek groaned.
"Come on Derek," She reached over the island and held his chin in her hand. "I'm sure you haven't been spending all your free nights with Clooney." The dog's head perked up at the sound of his name.
"I haven't been seeing anyone lately." Derek shrugged. He stirred milk into his coffee. Fran stopped chopping peppers up for a moment.
"Why not?"
"I'm….busy. I've been at work a lot."
"Well that's not a new thing." She commented.
"I don't know. I just haven't been out on a date in a while."
"Have you had any offers?"
"A few I suppose…" Derek shifted on the stool. He wasn't the only one in the family who could read body language. His mother would be able to tell that he was uncomfortable with the line of questioning.
"When was the last time you went out?"
"I don't know! Maybe, a month? A month and a half ago?" Derek felt like he was sixteen again, and his mom was asking him where he'd been all night.
"A month." Fran whisked up the eggs and poured them into the skillet.
"Yeah, a month. What are you trying to get at Ma?" Derek leaned forwards onto the counter and tried to give her a challenging look.
Fran stood in front of the cook top, holding a spatula in the hand on her hip.
"Oh Derek, honey, if you don't know already, you'll figure it out soon enough."
"Hey, have a good flight back." Derek hugged Sarah and his mother, handing them the carryons he had insisted in carrying through the airport.
"Call. More frequently." Fran ordered, tapping his cheek. "It's always good to hear your voice."
"I love you too Ma. You guys should get going. I think that was just your boarding call."
Desiree put a hand onto his arm.
"Hey, baby brother." Derek cocked his head. "Be good to her."
He frowned.
"Desi." She shook her head and wrapped her arms around him in a quick squeeze.
"What are you-" He was cut off by his phone ringing. The screen said Hotch.
"Go. Say hi to everyone." Desiree said. Derek looked back at the screen and nodded.
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you too Derek." The three of them set off towards their gate, leaving Morgan to snap open his phone.
"Morgan. Yeah. No, I just dropped them off. I'll be in as soon as I can be." He flipped his phone shut, sliding it in to his pocket and slipped on his sunglasses.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. Traffic near the airport around Christmas is ridiculous." Morgan pulled off his coat and looked at the rest of the room.
"Were you dropping of your mom and sisters?" Reid inquired, leaning against a side table in the conference room, one knee pulled up close to his chest. Morgan nodded.
"Yeah, they say hi. So what's the deal with the case?"
"I don't know." Reid replied. "We're still waiting on JJ to finish up."
"I'm here." JJ announced, striding into the room. Emily followed in behind her.
"Alright." Hotch stood up in front of the whiteboard as JJ handed out case folders. "Providence, Rhode Island. Monday morning, Jocelin Rabelas, 31, was found in her home by her cleaning service. Two gun shots. One to the upper thigh, the second to the temple, execution style. Ballistics report says the weapon used was a nine millimeter. The victim is single, lives alone, and works for an architectural firm in Providence." JJ dictated to them. She sat down and Hotch stood at the board, waiting for questions.
"Signs of sexual assault?" Emily inquired.
"Yes."
"Forced entry?" Morgan asked. Hotch shook his head. "Okay, so she probably knew the attacker."
"What exactly makes this a case that they'd call us in for. So far it seems like a fairly routine murder case." Reid asked, turning a crime scene photo around for a different angle.
"This." JJ replied, changing the image on the display screen. Emily was the only one who voiced her reaction.
"Oh my God."
Derek leant back against the headboard in the hotel room. They had just gotten back from a briefing at the Providence PD headquarters, and he could do with a shower and long sleep, in his own bed preferably. Reid looked up from the desk where he had been conversing online with someone.
"Hey Morgan, I'm just going to go down to JJ and Emily's room. Are you coming?"
"Yeah man." Morgan frowned and grabbed his portfolio from the side table. "Lets go."
Reid and Emily were arguing over the discrepancies in the profile between handwriting analysis and the victimology profile, but Morgan was gazing at one of the papers he had found in his portfolio. He shook his head and speed dialed his phone.
"Quantico Quandary Queen, lay your tribute before me mere mortal."
"Hey baby girl." JJ glanced up for a moment, but just smiled and turned back to watching Emily and Spencer debate over the nature of the unsub's method of establishing contact with the victim.
"Hey sugar. What's going on?" Garcia leaned back in her chair for a moment.
"I'm just looking at that picture you gave me." Derek said quietly.
"And thinking?"
"That it is greatly over exaggerated." He grinned.
"Oh come on hottie. No need to be modest. No picture can do justice those eyes of yours. Or that-"
"Speakerphone baby girl." Derek let out a laugh. He had the phone projecting, but it was unlikely anyone could overhear the conversation anyways.
"Hm. Spoil my fun then." Penelope teased. "What can I get for you then?"
"Get for me?"
"You know info. Stats. Vitals. All that's going down on the down low?"
"I….got nothing." Derek frowned at himself.
"Okay, well give me a call when you remember sugar pie." She was about to press the disconnect, but Penelope paused when she heard a quiet snort on the other end of the line. "Excuse me?" She inquired, amused.
"No, nothing. I just….I didn't call for anything. I just wanted to talk to you." He seemed to be thinking about his words as he said them. Penelope leaned back in her chair a little.
"Nothing wrong with that." She replied vaguely.
"Yeah. I guess I should- I should go, help out Reid. Sounds like Em's nailing him to the wall." Garcia could picture Reid standing up in frustration, Emily in the desk chair, as JJ watched from her spot against the headboard. And Derek would be standing next to the second bed, his arms crossed, looking like he was deep in thought. But really thinking of how much he would kill for a slice of pizza on the corner near his mother's house, the one Sarah had told her about. While she didn't at all miss the grisly nature of the field work, she was sometimes sad when she missed out on these moments between. Penelope sighed good-naturedly.
"Okay profiler man."
"I'll talk to you later Garcia." Derek sounded distracted.
"Yeah." She reacted quickly before she could make any judgments of herself. "You know. You can do that. Just call me if you want to talk."
"I'll talk to you soon." He said. Penelope listened for a moment. She thought she could hear him breathing. Derek waited on the line until she hung up.
"What picture is this?" Emily asked. Morgan turned his head, noticing that the other three agents were staring at him.
"Oh. Nothing. Hey, someone pass that stack of criminal records we got off the sheriff."
