amelia

You did your research, maybe a bit too much, wanting to make a first good impression and you genuinely thought you would get along with everyone well. You got along with most people.

Everything seemed great on your first day. You went home that day, thinking that you would be good friends with your new colleagues from your initial impression of them and you seemed to be a good addition to the team dynamic. There was one person in particular, however, that you couldn’t have been more wrong about.

“You could have killed him.” Derek spat at you as you both walked back to the rest of the team, each step away from the forest that would haunt you forever filling your lungs with fresh air you very much needed. In the mix of chasing a serial killer, fighting him off — which resulted in you now having a bleeding cut from your forehead and your cheek stinging with the bruise that was forming — and then having to make the almost impossible decision to amputate a man’s foot, was really catching up to you, and somewhere in all of this, you had forgotten to properly breathe.

“His foot was rotting, Morgan. If I wouldn’t have amputated it, he would have definitely died. I saved his life.” You didn’t bother looking at him, already knowing exactly what expression was on his face. A look of anger you always saw every time you were around him.

“The rock was dirty, Y/L/N. You didn’t think about the fact that he could’ve gotten an infection?” The anger in his voice made your heart ache. You scoffed, out of anger and hurt and maybe to be able to exhale in an attempt to cover up how much you wanted to cry. You had been nothing but kind to him when you first met and he had been nothing but rude and mean. He hadn’t shown you an ounce of appreciation or kindness, so you had decided — after a week of trying to be nice to him, only to be shut down — that he didn’t deserve your kindness either.

You knew that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. Or he was just intentionally trying to be mean. Probably both.

Taking a breath, you looked down at your dirty clothes before your eyes could make out your team in the dark from a bit away as you walked towards them, and them towards you.

You knew Derek wouldn’t listen to your reasoning, but you wanted to at least make your point, so you spoke, still not looking at him.

“Look, I know you hate me, but the very least you can do is respect me.” A few more steps and you could breathe out and be alone and sleep. “You don’t have to like me, just respect my place in this team and respect my decisions. I’m not stupid, okay?” You couldn’t resist glancing at him, seeing him already looking at you, a look of something you weren’t quite sure of.

Immediately, you tore your eyes off of him, looking at your shoes. “If you can’t even respect me, then just try to accept the fact that I’m here, I’m a part of this team and I’m not leaving any time soon.” You didn’t know if he even cared about what you had just said, but as soon as you took your eyes off the ground, you saw the team approaching you with relieved expressions and open arms. At least they had been welcoming towards you. Especially the girls, who you had grown close to in these three months.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked, cupping your bruised cheek carefully as she looked at you with concerned eyes.

“I’m okay.” You breathed out, nodding before JJ brought you into her arms.

As you hugged everyone tightly, really needing them after such a brutal case, you heard Hotch say something about checking into the hotel and finally be able to sleep. You exhaled, feeling Emily’s hand on your back, rubbing comforting circles.

Never had you been so relieved to be in a hotel room as you were now. As the door clicked, you finally properly breathed in and out. Letting the bag fall off your shoulder, the fabric thudding against the floor, you immediately walked to the bathroom, looking at your exhausted complexion in the mirror. Sighing, you placed your hands on the faucet, leaning against it as you closed your eyes, just breathing.

You almost fell asleep like that, feeling so utterly drained, but suddenly a knock echoed through the room and you raised your head, wondering who it was. Maybe Rossi wanted to check on you. You had grown close to him too, him being like a father figure to you and he always checked up on you, knowing how hard it can be to be the new one in a team. Anywhere, really. And hard it definitely had been.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you opened the door, expecting Rossi there, but to your disappointment, it was the one and only Derek Morgan. You found yourself just staring at him for a moment.

“What is it?” Your tone was harsh and you watched as he seemed to search for words. All you wanted to do was get into bed and sleep. “Why did you come here if you have nothing to say?” Derek took a silent breath.

“I just… I just wanted to tell you that you’re wrong.” Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Your fingers turned white from the hard grip you had on the door.

“Earlier… you said that I hate you.” He looked away from you. “I don’t.” You wondered if he was more tired than you were.

“Okay?” You didn’t know what to say. He looked up at you. “Look, I just want to sleep. I’ve had a hard day and you’re not making sense,” You sighed. “so can you just leave me alone?” A familiar anger flashed in his eyes.

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m standing here trying to explain something to you and you’re being rude.” His voice raised and your eyes widened, knowing that he probably just woke up about 15 guests with his loud voice. You dragged him into the room by his arm, closing the door behind you. He crossed his arms, his eyebrows frowning in anger.

“I’m being rude? Are you fucking serious?” You chuckled. A sarcastic one. “You have been nothing but rude and mean and unfair to me since I started. That was three months ago and you’re still the same. Are you blind to your own behavior? We are work colleagues, Morgan, and you treat me like I’m garbage.”

“What if I don’t want to be just work colleagues?” He spat out, unhooking his arms. The air seemed almost knocked out of you as you stared at him with slightly wide eyes. He stared at you back, regretting his words as soon as he had said them. But he didn’t look at you with the same shock you had on your face. In your eyes. There was something else glimmering in his. Something you were too shocked to try to understand at the moment.

As you stared into his brown eyes, you realized that maybe Garcia had been right all this time when she occasionally whispered — not so quietly — to the rest of the team about the sexual tension between you and Morgan. And that tension was incredibly, painfully obvious.

It felt like hours before either of you moved, but as soon as Derek took slow steps towards you, you looked him up and down, your breathing still not under control. Time stopped and nothing felt real when he was almost overwhelmingly close. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him. You could feel his breathing cooling your skin as your heart pounded in your chest.

His eyes were dark and filled with lust and God, so gorgeous. They penetrated yours. Your own flicked between his and suddenly there was a slight crimson covering your cheeks when your eyes had accidentally glanced at his lips. You had caught the small curve of them before you looked up at his eyes again, seeing that he was smirking, his eyes shimmering. It was small, but with him being so very close, you had seen it.

He placed a warm hand against your cheek, caressing the purple bruise. His other hand he placed on your waist and your knees almost failed you.

“Tell me to stop anytime.” He whispered, his voice husky with desire as he lingered close to you with his lips open, touching yours, but not kissing. Without thinking, you took a hold of his belt, dragging him closer to you, your hips meeting at the same time your lips met. The air shifted; it charged into something intense. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a hummingbird as you both slowly, clumsily stepped backwards, your back hitting the wall. You felt your breasts against his toned chest and you never wanted that feeling to go away.

The only sound in the room was your heavy, shaky breaths and you placed a hand on his back, fisting the shirt he was wearing. Almost involuntarily, you leaned in more to deepen the kiss. Derek felt like heaven and his lips were divine.

Derek was still cupping your cheek, caressing, and his other hand traveled to your hair, gently grabbing it. “Derek," You gasped breathlessly against his lips. You thought the tension between you was strong before, it was nothing compared to now. Although, this was another kind of tension. A good one. More than good.

His tongue sneaked out to trace the edge of your lower lip. You opened your mouth, and his tongue caressed your own. The feeling of him caused you to moan into his mouth before you could even think about holding it back. Derek’s kiss was magic. It was frantic for you, desperate. His hand dug into your hip. You pulled back, gasping for air, "Derek, the bed." His lips didn’t leave your skin, falling instead to your neck as you both took a few steps to the bed.

Pulling away almost reluctantly, Derek sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, grabbing your arm to lead you to him, drawing you close again. His eyes alone almost made you groan.

You swung a leg over his lap and straddled him, your hand finding the back of his neck. His kisses fell to your neck where he continued his barrage of kisses, your head leaning to the side to give him better access. He took advantage of it, surely giving you marks that you didn’t care for right now. You were too lost in the moment and the feeling of his hands around your waist.

You felt his lips trail down to your collarbones, his hot tongue making you slightly gasp. He felt incredible below you. He looked up at you, smirking which only added to your already burning desire. You didn’t know if this was going to end up turning into something more, but right now, you were more than content to kiss him.

Connecting your lips to his once more, you closed your eyes again and savored the feeling of his lips moving against yours before both of you gently pulled away, breathing heavily, your chest heaving against his. You looked into his eyes, kissing the very corner of his mouth before you placed your hands right under his jaw, smiling at him. You earned a toothy, shiny smile back.

You rested your forehead against his, tracing his muscly arm, still looking into his brown eyes. He traced your hip and you shuddered at the feel. “Can I ask you something?” You quietly spoke, breaking the soft silence. He nodded and you pulled away a little. “What are we doing?”