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Post "Proof"

After Rossi's Dinner

It had been one hell of a case. Reid made it clear he was angry with JJ and Morgan had trust issues with Hotch. The party was over now and they were all heading home. She was getting that uneasy feeling in her core again, and it was upsetting her. She fumbled with the keys to her new car as she walked down the driveway.

Sliding into her seat she knew where she had to go, and didn't care how late it was.

Morgan left right behind Emily when he decided to leave. They went in the same direction to get to their places, except when they got to the third stoplight. He pulled up next to her ready to turn left when he looked through her window. She was crying… again. He rolled down the passenger door's window and called her name, but she couldn't heat him. "Emily!" he yelled a little bit louder. 'Why was she going straight, she should be going right?' he asked himself.

When his light turned green he did a U- turn through a gas station and pulled out into her lane. "Where is she going?" he mumbled. After driving for another ten minutes he finally realized where she was going. He had been down this road to many times, and this time it wasn't a Thursday.

Emily pulled into the cemeteries parking lot and pulled herself together. There were lamp posts lining each side of all the walkways and the full moonlight the place up nicely. She didn't take a path; she just walked through ht grass until she saw her name on top of one of the stone. She was having thoughts about leaving right now and not putting herself through this but she had too.

Morgan silently shut his car door and followed her through the graveyard. When she finally reached her grave she just stood in front of it.

She hung her head and stared at her name and the three words engraved under it. Fidelity, Bravery, and Integrity. It was perfect. They had thought so highly of her but now she didn't know. She looked over to her left and saw a small stone bench and dragged it over.

Morgan was standing by one of the nearby trees and smiled when she pulled the bench over like he did. She picked up the wilted rose and plucked one of the peddles off. "Who left you here?" he heard her whisper. Then he saw her notice the box. "No," he sighed closing his eyes. She picked up the delicate little thing and ran her finger across the carving on the lip. It was a lily, her favorite flower. She pulled the lip back on its small hinges and took the paper from its inside.

Emily carefully unfolded the note and started at the top. As she read to poem tear welded in her eyes and she couldn't stop them from falling. When she reached the ending she looked for a signature but couldn't find one. She put her hand over her mouth when she recognized the hand writing. "He loved me," she breathed. "Loved." She slipped the note back in the box and put both it and the rose on the ground. She drug the bench back and took one last look at the tomb stone. "Why? Why'd you do it?" he huffed.

When she turned around he stepped out. "I never thought you'd actually read that."

"Oh my god!" she said quickly. She slammed her hand over heart and felt her heart beating fast.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you," he said softly.

"No, no, its fine were you here the whole time?"

"Yeah," he said looking down at his feet.

"Little stalkery don't you think?"

"Little."

"Why are you here?"

"I followed you. Wait that did sound stalkery," he laughed. "I saw you at the light and you were crying and going the wrong way home. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Oh… well thanks, I'm ok now."

"Good, good. So you read it."

"It was beautiful."

He rubbed his hand over his head and back into his pocket. "I meant everything I said."

"I want to fix this," she said waving her hand between them.

"We are fixed."

"Don't lie to yourself, you know we're not. Like yesterday when I asked you if you were pissed at me and you said, "You're here". I know you're happy that I'm back but you're still angry, and I want to fix that."

"Emily…"

"You don't have to forgive me now… or tomorrow, a year from now, or ever. I just want us to be ok."

"You were gone for a while."

"Yep. I want to be partners again."

"We are partners, always have been."

"No. I want to be Agent Prentiss and Agent Morgan again. I want to be the partners who can take down an Unsub like it's nothing. Those two who can handle an interrogation like its Childs play. The friends who make joke and play pranks on Reid because it's fun. Those two people who email each other back and forth at the office because paperwork is boring, or the friends who get a couple drinks after a hard case. The partners who playfully flirt with each other while they're driving down the road, and don't care if the others are listening. The two people who have so much sexual tension between them because neither of them have the balls to tell the other how they really feel." "That was us, and I want it to be us. I miss them."

There was still about ten feet between and he just made it nine. "I miss them too." He then went silent.

"You think I don't know what you went though and you're right I don't know what 'you' went through, but I went through stuff too. Paris was hell, I was a wreck, more then you could imagine. I was scared, in pain, and sick. I'm saying this to make you feel bad, just thought you should know."

"I'm sorry, you're right I didn't know."

"I just hope my words keep us together, you mean so much to me in the end."

"Same to you,"

"… in your poem, you said I was your secret lover."

"You still are. What so you say, come over to my place for a few drinks and maybe we can talk?"

"It's a little late don't you think?"

"It's nearly midnight and we're standing in a graveyard, it's never too late."

"I'd love too."

Derek's House

Emily followed Derek into his house and into the kitchen. "Go sit on the couch, I'll bring you your dink. What do you want?"

"Something hard,"

"I think I can manage that," he smiled at her. She halfheartedly smiled back still finding this situation a bit awkward. "Here you go vodka on rocks just how you like it."

"Thank you," she said slightly blushing. He remembered after only having vodka around him once or twice. "So,,,," she asked taking a sip. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I didn't get that far."

"Me neither," she said looking into his eyes. His eyes were full of sorrow and mixed with lust.

Her beautiful brown orbs staring deep into his soul turned him on. He tried to speak but no words came out. Both of them set their drinks down without the other noticing. Simultaneously they reached a hand up and put it on the others face and leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips softly pressed together and stayed there. Their mouths moved to the immediate rhythm. Her lips felt like the inside of a rose and her skin was so smooth. She pressed her hand on his chest and pushed him back. Emily swung her leg over his lap and straddled his waist. Derek gripped her hips picked her up and carried her to his bed.

Carefully laying her down her raven hair fanned out like a crown. "You are so beautiful," he said in a gravely voice.

"Make me feel that way then," she said in a breathy tone. "Will do," he said crawling over her. He kissed her again feeling the pressure of her tongue on the other side. Inviting her in their tongues crashed into each other eager to taste. She danced her way through his mouth and tasted the alcohol.

His hands slid up her shirt and pulled it over her head. "I don't want pity sex," she said into his mouth.

"This isn't pity, this is 'I've wanted to do this sense the day I met you' sex."

"Good." She pulled his shirt off and racked her fingers down his sculpted chest when finally she reached his belt buckle. His lips left her and left a trail of warm kisses down from her jaw to her collar bone. He buried his face in her chest and nipped at her exposed breast. Emily dug her nails into his back as he removed her bra and felt his way down to her pants.

"I never thought I'd be able to do this," he kissed.

"Me neither," she agreed. "Take me all the way," she said bringing his face back up meet hers.

"I wouldn't take you anywhere else."

After the long night of making love they melted into each other like butter. Both their naked forms tangled under the sheets. Her head rested on his bare chest and she listened to the soft sound of his heart beating. Emily lightly ran her finger up and around his abdomen as he pushed the hair out of her face. "Do you know the song 'Addicted'?"

"No, how does it go?"

"I'm so addicted to all the things you do, when you go down on me in between the sheets, all the sounds you make with every breath you take, it's unlike anything when you're loving me."

She smiled and let out a smile giggle. "How poetic of you,"

"It's what I thought about earlier."

"Do you know the song arms?"

"No, sing it for me."

She laughed yeah right."

"Oh come on, I bet you have a beautiful voice."

"I hope you see right through my walls. I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling, I'll never let a love get so close. You put your arms around me and I'm home." She said.

"Go one," he said as if he were in a trance.

"I've tried my best to never let you see the truth and I've never opened up. I've never truly loved 'till you put your arms around me and I believe that its ease for you to let me go."

"Let me go."

"No I am not letting you go!" Those words will haunt him forever. "I will never let you go."