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David Rossi leaned back in the airplane seat, placing his glasses, before starting to read the book he had brought with him to read it on the return trip.

He looked around. Reid and Prentiss were very entertaining, playing chess. JJ was on the phone with Will. Hotch was resting, his eyes closed. Morgan was at the end of the plane; his mind lost somewhere while he was listening music.

Rossi then shook his head, and began to read Misery, a book by Stephen King, one of his favorite authors.

Derek Morgan was on the plane, but at the same time, he was far away.

He had dated many women, but now, when everything had to be perfect, he did not know what to do.

He thought that talking to Hotch would be a good idea. He did not end up singing like Reid, the man who seemed obsessed with the soundtrack of his life.

Derek leaned closer to Hotch, who slept in his seat. He gave him a tap on the shoulder. And another. However, the boss does not wake up. "Hotch," He whispered.

In response, Aaron Hotchner turned his body toward the side of the window, giving the back to Derek.

He crossed his arms under his chest, sinking a little more in the seat. Then he looked to Rossi. Suddenly, a light bulb lit up in his head...

Rossi was absorbed in reading. However, he was not so deep as not to notice the presence of Derek at his side. He sighed, before turning to his companion, and looked back down the book.

"Do you need anything, Morgan?"

"Yes" he replied with a smile "I'll make you an offer you can not refuse"

He took his eyes off the book and looked up and down to Morgan "You're not my type, thank you very much. I feel much complimented"

Derek rolled his eyes up, "Come on, do not be grumpy and listen to me" he said, while he snatches the book away from Rossi.

"Do you be happy with what you got," replied Rossi, returning to retrieve the book "Now I don't know what page I was reading"

"Are you going to listen now?"

"I hope this is important," replied Rossi, closing the book.

Derek nodded "Your cabin still needs reform?"

Rossi looked at him pensive, frowning. "Why? Are you going to offer to restore it?" He replied, laughing, "You were going to spend your time there. The living room is all that is decent, the kitchen is still unfinished and ..."

"I will reform your entire cabin" Derek could see that Rossi was fighting a loud laugh, thinking it was one of his jokes "Seriously. You buy the materials and I'll do the rest"

He was surprised, and really, it was a very difficult offer to refuse. However, something told him that Derek wanted something in return. Such kindness was not normal. "What are you going to charge me?"

Derek offered a gentle smile, as when a child will ask his father something. Something he knows that maybe would not granted. "Nothing"

"Nothing? "Rossi asked sarcastically

"Well, I thought that you ... you could lender me..."

"No," he interrupted before returning to open his book.

Derek did not insist he just turned his gaze to the window. Suddenly, Rossi felt that something crashed into his head.

When he looked up, everyone else was looking at him. Reid was looking out from the back of his seat. Prentiss, the pitcher of the paper to his head, was making unintelligible signs with her hands. JJ spoke no voice, as if she were dumb.

He shook his head, frowning. He did not understand anything. Right now, everyone seemed pampering. Prentiss rolled her eyes upward, before dropping her forehead against the window. However, she quickly returned to raise her head, to throw another paper that unfortunately ended up on his left eye.

JJ did not want laugh. However, it she cannot help laughing aloud. Rossi rose from his seat, his hand in his eye "What was that about? Do you want to leave me blind in one eye?"

Derek took his eyes from the outside, to look again into the plane. JJ was lying on the seat dying of laughter. Rossi was friendly arguing with Prentiss about the launching of a paper and his eye. Hotch still asleep, inexplicably.

He got up to prepare some coffee, but left halfway. Reid was with a lost look, whispering something. Rather, he was humming something.

When Derek came to him, he heard perfectly the lyrics of the song, and the glaze of Reid, it was actually a look of total disconnection.

"What are you doing?" He asked, curious, while Reid was humming under his breath.

"I'm like the orchestra of the Titanic. When everything is sinking, I sing," he replied before continuing with his humming "Near, far, wherever you are ... I believe the heart does go on ..."

Derek sat next to him, "I can ask you something?"

"Once more you open the door ... And you're here in my heart ..."

"Can you stop doing that for a minute?" Derek asked, as he covered his mouth with his hand for one second.

"Why?" Reid asked back, smiling, "Am I causing you any trauma?"

He just laughed, grateful that somehow or another, Reid always managed to lighten his mood. However, he had to do something. And it had to do it now.

It may be true what they said. No matter where or when ... what really matters is with whom.

"You took your time to show up, handsome," she answered on the phone, "You come back in one piece?"

"Of course"

"Well, that leaves mama calmer"

Derek smiled as he lost his gaze in the sky "Do you remember that we have a date, right?"

The awkward silence on the other side put Derek nervous. But for once, he would not let that stop him. "I'm still waiting for your answer, gorgeous"

"Why do we have to complicate things so much?" Penelope said in a faint voice, "Are not we good?"

"Yes ... but we could be better," he replied as he sank a little lower in his seat, his insecurity stalking again. "Do not you think?"

"Yes, but ..."

"No buts ... I will call at your door this evening at 20:00. You better be ready or I'll get you out into the street in your pajamas"

At least, he had managed to convince Penelope. Or so he hoped.

Now he had to decide where they would go. He wanted that night was special. Because he playing it all.

"Derek Morgan, you should learn to ask for things," he heard behind his back "You could have started by explaining how thing are"

He turned and found Rossi's smile. Well, too the smiles of the others. Except Hotch, he was still in the Land of Dreams.

"You know what that means private conversation?" Derek asked his companions, with humor. "You are all a nosy"

"If you had explained me that you intend have a date with Garcia, my answer would not have been the same,"

"Now you know what excuse you make now?" He asked with his forearm resting on the shoulder of Rossi.

"Nothing" he replied simply, with a smile on his face "Only one thing ..."

"Whatever"

"For God's sake, I do not want to mess ... you know what I mean" he warned with a raised eyebrow

"No, I don't understand," Derek replied, frowning in confusion "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," he said again, as he pointed with his finger "I don't want find traces of your DNA"

"You'll not find anything. Scout's word" He promised, raising his hand.

"I hope so"

"Thanks," he said as he hugged him, before kissing on the cheek to Rossi. And another kiss. "Thank you" and another kiss "Very much"

"Can we leave the romance and return to our friendship?" Asked Rossi almost suffocated by the force of his embrace. "Thanks," he said when Derek released him.

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