Okay, I don't own anything to do with the perfection that is CM or any of its affiliations. I do, however, have the pleasure of owning my OC, Charlotte. Hope you enjoy the story - and have a great day!

Charlotte POV

As soon as we checked our tickets in at the main reception, and Derek checked the time on his wristwatch, a sudden rush of alarm pulsated through us, and we jogged over to the automated gate that would lead up to the jet, and ended up full-out running to get to the jet, laughing the entire way. Upon arriving, we were both clean out of breath, panting and completely winded. Gentlemanly, Derek took my bag from me, and handed it to the pilot, who stashed it somewhere that we couldn't see, right now.

Unfortunately, Derek and I were the last two people to show up; even Garcia had gotten there before we did, and I ended up blushing brightly from all of the questioning stares we were getting, almost tasting the heavy implications in the air. After we shared an awkwardly fleeting look, we both took the only seats available, opposite JJ and Hotch, and she gave me a 'knowing' raised eyebrow. I could almost hear her teasingly loud laughter ringing in my ears, which, unfortunately, had bled a profound red, and, before she could comment, I sighed, deeply, and jokingly admonished, "Shut up, JJ."

She laughed, quietly, into her palm, then glanced out of the window, and Hotch gaped at us, briefly, from beneath his furrowed brows. Rossi simply chuckled to himself, and went back to reading his files, and Reid barely glanced in our direction, before he went back to reading the heavy book in his hands. From what I could see, he seemed moderately relaxed, however there was a tenseness in his wrist and face that I wasn't quite happy with. I didn't like seeing him upset.

And he did look particularly upset right now.

Usually, there was a bizarre, intelligent gleam in his eyes, especially when he had a lead, or some new information on a case, but now, they were just tired. Like, he was just done doing anything, and he wanted to leave. A sudden clenching in my lower abdomen reminded me of the fear of the impending flight, and I felt the telltale signs of nausea well in my chest. I whispered, "Excuse me," as I nudged past Morgan, towards the small sink area, readying to pour myself a drink of water, and after finishing it, I sat back in the seat, and buckled myself in, double checking that it was secure.

Barely 5 minutes after this, the plane began taking off, and I struggled to get comfortable. Derek laughed, not unkindly, and with a strength that wasn't quite my own, I gripped Morgan's forearm tightly in my hand, out of fear. He looked down at me, and I couldn't help but meet his gaze, partially. He lent down, and whispered, inaudibly so the others wouldn't hear, "You cant be scared of planes?"

Entirely embarrassed, I blushed intensely, and he laughed, almost as if he were in disbelief. I shook my head, and hissed, sharply, "No.. It's not the flying I'm afraid of.. I'm scared of falling."

With a whimsical smile, he rubbed calming circles on the top of my hand, with his thumb, and wrapped a comforting arm across my shoulders. His short sleeved grey tee did nothing to hide his impressive shape, however his overtly large muscles did nothing to intrigue me.

He whispered, soothingly, "Just relax. Go to sleep, and I promise, by the time you wake up, we'll be there," and he flicked his sunglasses back over his eyes.

Sheepishly, I looked around the room, and saw some of the most comical yet confused stares from our fellow colleagues. The strange thing was, Spencer refused to look, even so much as glimpse, in our direction, and the skin on his fingers were white and pink, from exertion.

There was a cleft formed between his eyebrows, and his bottom lip had bled a deep red from all the biting he was doing. Jesus, he was attractive. His hair was a mass of endearing curls, almost like he had fallen asleep, and only just woken up, and his eyes were wide and just alive.

His lavender shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and a stone grey waistcoat buttoned up to the top. His slacks, of the same colour, were tapered at the feet, and a pair of Converse, not dissimilar to my own, adorned his feet, giving his entire ensemble a very hassle-free vibe.

I wanted to touch him.

Well.. More like undress him, but let's not say any more on that.

Tightly, I clenched my fists together, and Morgan took that as a sign of panic, and soothed me once more. He lilted, "Here, try this," and pulled a pair of overhead earphones from inside his Go-bag. I plugged it into my phone, chose an appropriate playlist and pressed shuffle, and I felt the sense of calm affect me immediately.

The first song that came up was something that I usually listened to when I was trying to get to sleep, thankfully, rather than it being some kind of the loud sugar-plum fairy pop music that plagued my phone for some God forsaken reason. It was a collection of piano compilations, from all different types of genres, and, almost instantly, I felt the effects take hold of me, and lethargy slithered down my spine, seductively.

I drew my face further into Derek's neck, and he sighed contentedly. To others this would most definitely seem intimate, and I had to wonder whether or not we were feeding the rumour mill a little by doing what we were doing, however, in that moment, I felt far too snug in his hold, and far too exhausted not to. My eyes began to flutter close, and my heartbeat began lulling in time with the music pulsating, relaxingly, into my ears, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in the inviting safety of Derek's arms.

Hey guys! Well.. I have some news.

It depends on your opinion, but I'm very happy with it!

I am, officially, a college student!

I love the campus, its.. Surprisingly open, as a matter of fact. I like the people, although a lot of the people who.. Tormented me in 'high school' are going there, and I'm quite anxious about that but I'm getting on with it!

And with that comes with a lot of responsibilities.

Now that I'm out of 'high school' I don't have nearly as much free time, and independent study becomes paramount to everything else.

Including my fics.

I am not abandoning this story.

REPEAT: I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY!

I'm just warning you that these chapters you're getting are going to be it for a while. I break up in October for a few days, so maybe I'll give you guys a few chapters then, and so on, and so forth.