Chapter Two
Oh my goodness, has it really been this long? My sincerest apologies. I didn't intend for such a long hiatus between updates. However, I have come to the realization that my schedule is quite hectic, and that I can't continue writing this story at the pace I wanted to. Sporadic chapters are all I can promise you. When band ends, it will get better, I'm sure. This section takes place far before the last one did. Oh yeah, and this takes place after 100.
"Can we talk?" Derek suddenly appeared at Penelope's chair. She jumped, as she apparently had been too engrossed in her work to hear him walk into her office.
"Geez, Morgan, you trying to give me a heart attack?" she half-teased, playfully punching him in his rock-hard abs. "Sure, we can talk. What's going on?"
"I kind of want to apologize." Derek swallowed, the lump in his throat tasting like the guilt he felt.
"For what, Hot Stuff?" Penelope was rather bemused, as she didn't recall anything terrible that he'd done.
"For allowing my stint at Unit Chief to get in the way of our relationship. You have always been a priority in my life, and I kind of let that slide because I was too worried about my damn job."
"Derek, I'm not mad or anything. You have a job, I get that. I mean, we both know how much Hotch works. Besides, I have Kevin."
"Yeah, but that's no excuse. We're friends, and friendship shouldn't be broken by work." At these words, Penelope smiled and laced her hand with Derek's.
"Handsome, it's all right. Really." Morgan looked unconvinced, but he nodded anyway. "Do you want to go get some food or something?"
"Sure, Baby Girl, anything for you." He led her to his SUV and they drove off in search of a restaurant.
Unbeknownst to either one, someone else had been listening into their conversation. The tiny bug had been hidden in one of Penelope's multiple mini action figures that lined her desk.
"So she's feeling good and cozy with Morgan, eh?" Kevin muttered, and then angrily pounded his fist onto the keyboard, not caring if he broke it. Rage engulfed his body with a heavy ferocity.
"I WAS THERE FOR HERE THE WHOLE DAMN TIME THAT MORGAN IGNORED HER! I WAS THE ONE WHO TRULY LOVED HER! AND SHE'S GOING OUT TO EAT WITH HIM!" his mind shouted. He felt tiny beads of sweat prick his forehead, so great was the behemoth of stress forming in the pit of his stomach. He knew that his choice to bug her office was a good one, because he'd never trusted the friendship between his girlfriend and the bone-headed, muscle-bound James Bond. His suspicions had proven reasonable.
And, deep within the recesses of his brain, something snapped. It was as though he had been completely possessed by anger and jealousy. For the rest of the day, as he pretended to be working on his computer, the cogs in his mind were on full gear. Planning. Planning a way to vanquish the happiness that Morgan and Penelope shared. Planning to show his superiority over brute strength.
Psychosis loads the gun. Motive aims it. Opportunity squeezes the trigger.
Don't know if I got the last line right, but I think it came from an episode of CM. Short I know, but I have to run now! More when I can!