Derek's POV

I have to say. Riding in a car with Rossi under these circumstances got me a little on end. I keep thinking the quicker I can get the questioning over with, the quicker I can remove myself from the tension. Heading to the football field on the school grounds, you can see all the kids playing together.

Those were the good old days. When football was my world. Now all I care about are the victims. The innocent people that didn't deserve to die. Seeing two men standing on the field, we head towards them. One tall with blond hair and the other short with brown. I flash my badge at them, and introduce myself.

"I'm special Agent Derek Morgan with the FBI. This is Special Agent David Rossi. We're here to ask you a couple of questions about Mike Higgsworth."

"What do you want to know?" The blond coach asked me.

"What was he like with the kids on the team?" They exchanged looks.

"He was a great coach. Best one we had on the team."

"And how is that?" I said, pointing at the brunette coach.

"Um. He knew how to talk to the kids. He knew just what to say to get them to cooperate with whatever he wanted." I nodded.

"What about his son? How did he act with him?" Rossi asked. "What do you mean?" The blond coach said, in defense. We exchanged looks then.

"Just what I said. How did he act with his son?"

"Just like any father would act with his son."

"You think he had something to do with Blake's death?" He brunette coach asked.

"Just routine questions." I said, as I looked past him from the sun. Just as I did so, I saw Reid coming out of the school with Emily.

As much I as I wanted to. I couldn't look away. It was as if in that one moment, I was caught up in his mere presents. Then I remembered why I couldn't stare at him anymore. I bit back a curse word. I hate her, I hate her so much right now for this. If it wasn't for her, Reid and I would be together right now.

But because of her, every moment we have together is an awkward silence moment. God I hate her! "Here's my card. If you think of anything. Give me a call." Rossi said, as he handed his card to the brunette coach. Walking towards Reid and Prentiss, they meant us half way.

"Find anything out on Higgsworth?" He asked me.

"Just that he was a manipulator. He knew what to say to get this kids to cooperate with anything he said."

"Well Blake was bullied." I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "Yeah. I believe that's why he joined the football team to begin with. Because he didn't want to be picked on anymore." I nodded my head. "Makes sense." "So what else did you find out about Higgsworth? How did he treat Blake?" I looked back at the coaches.

"Just that he was a normal dad. But I could tell that they were holding back something." "Hmm. Makes sense. They wouldn't want to out one of their own." "So they would rather protect the guy that abused his son rather than see the son some justice. Yeah. Makes perfect sense." I said, with made a face.

I sighed. "I'm sorry." I whispered to him. He shook his head.

"It's fine. I understand." I nodded my head.

"Hungry?" He raised an eyebrow. "A little."

"Wanna go get some lunch?"

"Um. Morgan. I'm not sure about that." I shook my head.

"Relax. It's just lunch. That's all. Nothing else." He waited a minute. "Just lunch?"

"Just lunch." He thought about it some more. "Alright then."

"Alright." I said, with a smile. "Where do you wanna go?" I said, as we walked towards the car.

"I don't know. Where ever you want to go." I opened the door for him.

"Alright." I said, as I closed it behind him.

Next Chapter won't disappoint ;-)