WellSame Side Of The Spectrum
Not less than 15 minutes after our conversation at the station, were Derek and I sitting at a table in a bar. We both have a bottle in our hand, but none of even taking a sip.
''So, we're here. Tell me what's going on.'' Derek demands rather than asks me. Well, I held up my end of the bargain, the least I could do is tell him. Taking a deep breath and putting down my bottle, I begin my explanation.
''You know how I told you about my brother Adam, who was killed six years ago?''
''Yeah.'' Morgan answers back with a hin of doubt in his voice.
''Well Today,'' Pausing for a moment, I take a deep breath to stop myself from letting the tears fall. ''Is the 7th year anniversary of when he was shot . I got a call from my brother Payton asking me to come to his grave today in L.A.''
With a now softer look in his eyes Morgan speaks ''Why don't you then?''
Finally letting some tears fall, I end up getting agitated, due to the reminder of why I can't.
''I can't, my damn boss Collins won't let me go because he cares too much about his fucking cases to care whether or not his worker is functioning well enough on the field due to their brother being shot down.'' Sighing, Morgan stands up from his chair and walks over to mine. He grabs my upper arms lightly as he brings me up from my chair.
''What are you...'' Without warning, he wraps his arms around me, giving me a hug. On instinct, i lightly set my head to rest against his shoulder.
''It's going to be ok, it may seem bad at the moment but it will work out in the end, I can guarantee that.'' He lightly and awkwardly rubs my back. I find myself slowly calming down, and in no time at all I'm calmed down. When I take my head off his shoulder, he let's go of me, then steps away slightly.
''You ok?'' Morgan asks, his hand laying on my shoulder lightly.
''I'm good.'' He smiles slightly before sitting back down in his seat. I soon do the same.
''Earlier during the interrogation, where did ''If you call me a dirty pig again I'll stick my foot so far your ass you'll be able to taste my shoelaces.'' come from?'' Derek asks, one of his brows being raised slightly.
''Ok, so he pissed me off extremely, I may have gone a little...overboard.''
''A little? That guy was easily twice your size and you scared the man! Just remind me never to get you pissed, otherwise all hell will break loose.'' Morgans tries to hide a smile on his face.
''Not funny Agent Morgan.'' I teased him.
''Your right it's not funny, it's hilarious.''
''I gotta get back home, long day for me tomorrow.'' I stand up from the table, Morgan following suit.
''I'm driving you home, and don't push it sweetheart.'' Again, knowing that I'm defeated by him, I follow him towards his car.
We get up to my house, and on my front porch where he just stops. He turns me around so I'm facing him. He lightly brings his hand up to rest at my cheekbone. His warm hand is contrasting to my cold cheek.
''Guess I should be going now.'' He says quietly. He brings his hand down from my cheekbone back to his side. I don't know if it's just me but is he's coming closer to me? My brain's telling me to kiss him, but my gut's telling me to leave it alone. As if my brain was pushing my gut's opinion off a cliff, I very suddenly lean forward and touch his lips with mine. I'm standing on my front porch, kissing a man I barely know! When I realise that I've kissed him, I pulled away.
''I'm sorry, I don't know what... I'll see you tomorrow.'' I manage to get out before I enter my house and close the door behind me. Ok, what the hell happened? Why did I kiss Derek Morgan? I'm not going to lie though, when his hand was at my cheekbone, it felt like his hand belonged there, and when he took it away, I wanted it to stay there.
Woah, hold on a second. Am I falling for Derek Morgan, the guy that every girl wants. I heard that from JJ, back on topic here. I'm falling for a FBI agent I originally hated, what the hell is going on with me? Man, why do I must have crazy girl hormones?!
There's nothing much I can do about this situation expect go to sleep and see how the next day plays out.
It's the next day at work, and to be honest I'm playing it off cool as long as I don't have to do any work with Morgan directly, I think I'm good.
I'm sitting at my desk, doing paperwork I've put off until now. Just as I finish about one half of it, my work phone rings, so I answer it.
''Garcia.''
''It's Morgan, we had gotten a search warrant to search Mason Brenner's home and we found a few things that go against what he's said. I'm to the station with the evidence, and by the way...''
''Yeah Morgan?''
''We're talking about Last night when back, no excuses.'' He hangs up quickly. Damn it, guess I can't avoid it anymore.
I'm just going to say this once, if I had done did, I wouldn't be apologising for it.