Waking up an hour later, I felt groggy. As I started to get up, I felt heavy weight on me. I turned my head to the side, and saw that Derek was laying down next to me. His arm around my waist. Wonder way he was laying down with me? I thought to myself, as I got out of bed. I went straight for the coffee. Getting myself a good hot cup of it, I was feeling a little better. But the dream was still fresh in my mind. When I had went back to sleep, I had had another one, but this one wasn't as bad as the last one. Yet I was still pretty shaken by it.
I leaned against the counter. "Reid?" I turned my head to the side to see Derek standing in the doorway. He was wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Hey." I said, lowly. He yawned, and walked closer to me. "Are you feeling a little better now?" He ask, getting his own cup of coffee. I looked down at my cup. "Yeah. A little." He gave me a sleepy smile. "That's good." I moved out of his way, as he got coffee. "So?" I said, as I went to lean against the table. "You wanna know why I was in your bed when you woke up?" He said, looking over his shoulder at me. I nodded my head in agreement. "When you went back to sleep. You had another nightmare."
I knew that much was true.
"You started to talk in your sleep." He turned to me, while he was mixing the cream and sugar in his coffee. "and cry."
That part, I didn't know.
"So, I got in bed with you, and held you til you came down. I guess I fell back to sleep." Oh. Well that was perfectly understandable. I thought as I nodded my head at him. Then there was an awkward silence. "I'm going to go get cleaned up." I said, as I went back into the bedroom. As I got dressed, I heard a phone go off. I went to look and see who's it was.
It was Derek's.
The phone lite up with just a number. No name. 318-226-0934. I looked to see if he was coming, but he was nowhere in sight. I should just pick it up, and give it to him. But I want to know who it is. It could be the person that he was ignoring earlier. What if it was another man? I swallowed hard. I turned to look to see if he was coming again. Still no sign of him. It rung again. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Derek?"
It was a woman's voice.
"Um.. No. This is his partner. Can I ask who's calling?"
"I want to speak with Derek."
She was using his first name. Who was this lady?
"May I ask who's calling?" I asked again.
"That's none of your business. I want to speak with Agent Derek Morgan." Before I could get anther word in. She interrupted me. "This wouldn't happen to be Agent Spencer Reid would it?" I hesitated. How did she know who I was? "Yes." "Hmm." She said. It almost sounded as if she was going to laugh. "And Agent Morgan is where again?" "Spencer?" I turned to see Derek coming into the room. I closed the phone shut. "What are you doing? Are you ready to head back to the station?" I put it behind my back. "Hmm." I said, with a smile. He looked at my for a second. "O..kay." He grabbed his keys.
"Lets go."
He turned to head out the room. "Oh. My phone." My heart skipped a beat. He looked at the nightstand. "That's weird. I knew I left it right here last night." "Uh. Maybe it's in the kitchen. Why don't you go check in there, and I'll check in here." "Alright." He said, going back to the kitchen. My heart was racing. Once he was out of the room. I waited a couple of minutes before I came into the kitchen. "I found it!" I said, with a big smile on my face. "Oh good. Where was it?" I looked away from him. "Inside the nightstand." "Oh. Alright. Let's go." He said, putting it in his pocket. "kay." I said, as we headed out the door, and back to the station. What would happen if she called back, and told him about me?