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Emily knew she had to share her feelings with someone. She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Sighing loudly, she knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, the door opened. Melody looked at her, intently, with a big smile "Hey"
She smiled at the girl, tenderly, "Hi honey, I can get in?"
"Yes,"
Melody sat on the living room couch, staring at the tv. "Derek! Derek! Derek!"
"I heard you!" he shouted from the bathroom, "What do you want?"
"Sergeant Prentiss is here. She requests your presence"
Emily frowned, before burst out laughing
"I'm in the shower. Mel, give her something to drink" Derek yelled again
Melody got up, releasing a sound of disgust. "I'm watching Shake it up!"
"Uh ... I do not want to drink anything, thanks"
"Don't worry", she said, approaching the fridge "Soda? Juice? Milk? Strawberry milkshake?"
Emily went to the kitchen, watching the girl closely, as she filled two glasses with milkshake. She was convinced. That look, those eyes ... She had seen that look before, on a different face. That warm grin ... Those golden curls, without actually being as clear as those her mother ...
"Do you like cookies?" Melody asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes, thank you. Can I help?"
She shook her head, carrying the tray to the coffee table. "You are our guest, you can not help me"
"You are very good hostess, Melody" she replied, funny "I'll hire you as organizer in my next cocktail party"
Emily sat on the couch, before taking a sip of milkshake. She could feel Melody's intense stare.
Her brow was furrowed, her lips tightened. She was studying each of her gestures.
She put the glass on the table, "What?" Emily asked, curious.
"Are you nervous?" Melody said, cocking her head
"Why do you think I'm nervous?"
Derek entered the room, smiling, "Hey Prentiss, do we have a case?"
"It's personal"
He let out a sigh, as he sat next to Melody, "Is something wrong?"
"I can not believe it's true" she ruled, avoiding looking at Derek "It took me weeks convince myself"
Her friend crossed his arms, "Is something wrong?"
"Yes ... No. .. I do not know," she admitted, sinking more on the couch "I'm confused"
"Talk to me, Prentiss"
"Promise me you will not laugh" she asked, blushing, "Please"
"I cross my heart," he said, before looking to Melody "You, cover your ears"
Emily released a stifled sigh, before lowering her eyes, "I'm in love with Reid"
"Reid? Spencer Reid?" he asked in astonishment, "Are you in love with him?"
"Like a stupid schoolgirl"
Derek smiled softly, before starting to laugh out loud.
Melody removed her hands from her ears, furrowing her brow, "Why had to cover my ears? I've heard anyway," she said, before getting up from the couch.
"Come on, Morgan. Stop laughing"
Derek gulped, before approaching his friend
"You have to be true to your feelings. Talk to him, say what you feel. Do not waste your chance to be happy"
"But the rules of fraternization"
"To hell with the rules," he interrupted, "There are more important things than a damn rules"
Emily smiled gratefully. "You're a great friend, thanks"
Derek stood up, carrying the tray to the kitchen "You're welcome"
As he sat next to Melody, Emily looked at them. She was drawing, sitting on a kitchen chair. Derek smiled crookedly, like Melody. He hit his thigh with his fingers, like her.
Emily opened her eyes to the situation.
"Where is the pink pen?"
"This is pink"
"That's fuchsia ..."
"Really?" he asked, looking around the pen
Emily closed her eyes for a moment "Morgan, can you come?"
"Yeah, wait a second..."
He sat beside her, his hands placing between his knees... as Melody
"Derek Morgan, do you had sex with Penelope?"
He frowned, offended, "Of course not!"
Emily raised an eyebrow, "Morgan ..."
His eyes dodged her gaze, before answering "Yes, why?"
She gaped at him, shaking her head "when it happened?"
"That does not matter. That occurred many years ago"
"Oh, many years," she said sarcastically, "How many exactly? Eight?"
Derek looked at her, surprised, "How do you know that?"
"I have followed the tracks. A tremendous track" she whispered, pointing to Melody "She's your daughter" Derek looked at her with narrowed eyes "not look at me like I was crazy"
"That's impossible"
"She has your gestures" she said, looking at the girl "She has your nose, and your mouth ... she even is as cocky as you"
"Prentiss, stop smoking whatever you're smoking"
"She has eyes like your mother," she whispered, with conviction "Her look is identical"
He got up from the couch, running his hands through his head "That's crazy"
"Please look in her eyes ... she's your daughter"
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He did not want to settle down. He only had adventures. He had broken the hearts of many women.
Derek had seen some women shed tears because of him. He felt miserable.
But he had never regretted of his sexual nights. Up to now. She was going to get hurt. She was going to suffer because of him.
Penelope was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. She was wearing his shirt, resting on the kitchen wall.
Her eyes met his gaze, and she immediately smiled, leaving the coffee cup on the table.
"Good morning, sweet baby" she whispered, encircling his waist with her arms. "Did you sleep well?"
Her lips caressed his chin, before kissing his mouth.
Derek knew that was not right, you should not do that sort of thing with your best friend. Sex is what makes the difference.
Her hands moved down his back, gently leading the way with her fingers. He should to stop right now. But he did not stop.
Derek responded to her kisses, tasting her mouth, desperate. His tongue licked her lower lip, his fingers inside his own shirt, caressing her soft skin.
She tangled her arms around his neck, caressing his nape with her nails. An electric current ran through his body, causing him to lose the little sense he had.
He was lost in his pleasure, unable to think of anything else. Supporting her body over the table, Derek caressed her legs, still kissing her mouth. Her sweetness was addictive, he could not separate from her lips. His hands moved up slowly, caressing and squeezing her thighs.
Her groan brushed against his swollen lips, "Derek ..."
He did not want her to speak. He did not want to hear anything. If she said a word, he would have to leave her body.
With one swift motion, he ripped the shirt she was wearing, the buttons flew everywhere. His lips were lost between her neck and her breasts. Her moans filled his ears, shoves plenty in his head …
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"Derek? Are you here?"
He heard the voice of Emily, breaking his sweet memory.
Derek could not believe it. Penelope was unable to hide his daughter. She could not do something like that to him.
"She would never do that," he said, sharing his thoughts, "I know that our relationship went sour, but she ..."
"She was hurt. I'm sure she had her reasons, but Melody ... she's your daughter. Trust me"
A sound at the door interrupted their conversation. "Wait" he replied
Emily got up from the couch, followed by Derek.
"Think about what we have talked," she said, buttoning her coat.
Derek sighed heavily as he opened the door.
"Derek Morgan?" two cops were in front of them
"I am Thomas Williams. He is David Scott. We are police officers. Melody Garcia lives with you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"She is the daughter of Miss Penelope Garcia?" Williams asked, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket.
"Yeah, she is comatose. She is in the Potomac Hospital"
"Melody must come with us. Her biological uncle is waiting in the police station"
Derek closed his eyes, sighing hard
"I will not let that bastard approaches her. He is an abuser, Dean has mistreated his niece"
"Mr. Morgan, do not resist. This is illegal restraint of a minor"
"She wants to be with me!" he screamed, approaching Williams "I'm not hurting her!"
"Calm down, please," asked Scott
"She is afraid of him!" Derek felt helpless, not knowing that say "Talk to her. That poor girl is terrified"
"Sorry, sir. 'We just do our work"
Scott and Williams both entered his house.
"Wait!"
They turned to look at Derek, who was still on the door, next to Emily. "She ... she's my daughter ..."
"What, that's a trick?" Scott asked warily, "You're lying to us?"
"No, I swear" he replied nervously, "She is my daughter"
Williams approached him, his expression serious, "You have to prove your paternity"
"Ok, I'll do anything"
They left the house of Derek, "Come tomorrow to the police station. We will ask a DNA test"
When both men came through the door, Emily let out a sigh of relief, "My God"
Derek leaned against the door, closing his eyes tightly. He felt a hand on his forearm and opened his eyes.
"Are you my daddy?" Melody asked, smiling.
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