#derek morganxreader

The sound of annoying beeps hit your ears, it was extremely irritating. Opening your eyes it takes a second to focus on the bright clean walls of what appeared to be a hospital room.

 Glancing over you take in the form of Derek fast asleep in the chair beside your bed.

 He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and his clothes look crumbled. It wouldn’t surprise you if he hadn’t left the room at all. 

A sigh escapes your lips as you take in the oxygen mask in your nose. Your body hurt but not enough to sit up. 

Trying to sit up didn’t work out like you wanted leaving you flat on your back. A frustrated groan escaped your lips.

 “Sweetness are you alright.” Derek exclaims waking up at the sound. His dark expresso eyes glance over your delicate frame trying to take in any kind of injury besides the obvious ones that were evident on your body.

 “I can't sit up it hurts too much.” 

 "Here let me help.” He states standing up and moving the few steps to the bed. 

His touch was very gentle and cautious as he helped you get into a seated position. He adds a pillow on each side to keep your body steady. 

“Thank you.”

 “Anytime.”

 He takes a seat before returning his gaze towards your face.

”What happened Derek? I remember reaching for the phone but the rest is fuzzy.”

  “I was the first one to get to your house. I tell you the scariest ten minutes I’ve experienced in a long time.

 “I’m sorry.” 

“It's alright. When I got there the house was a mess and you were lying beside what remained of that china cabinet. 

“Glass… everywhere…”

“Brody tried to attack me. I was able to taze and cuff him just before the rest of the team got there.” After that Hotch took care of you before the ambulance got there.

”So Brody is…”

 “He’s locked up good don’t worry…” 

“So how long have I been in the hospital for?” 

“You’ve been out for about almost three days. “ How bad are my injuries this time?” “

All of the ribs on your left side are broken, not to mention the close call with your lung, there was almost a puncture, which is why you were placed oxygen. The doctors just wanted to be on the safe side.“

 “You also dislocated your shoulder on the right side and you’ve got some nasty cuts from that glass.”

 “I’m sorry I caused all of this.” You whisper, not meeting his eyes. 

 The door opens revealing Hotch. “Hey look whose up.” He says. 

“Get over here…” 

You hold your arms out waiting for your second closest childhood friend to give you a hug.

 He walks into the room placing his arms around your body. 

“I’m glad you’re alright. Sean told me he’ll be in town tomorrow and that once you’re well enough we’re taking a day and going out just the three of us. “

“Does that mean we can go get ice cream and go to the park?”

 “Anything you want. Even after all this time you haven’t changed at all.” He chuckles. 

“I’m an honorary Hotchner sibling and the only sister you and Sean have ever had. 

So… you know me well enough Aaron Hotchner… to…. know… that some things never change.” 

Standing over by Morgan he shakes his head as the rest of the team walk in.

 “Oh thank goodness.” Garcia exclaims rushing to your side.” 

“Hey, Pen don’t cry.” 

She places her arms around you sobbing your eyes scan the rest of the team as you try consoling the blonde. 

Spencer held a bouquet of assorted flowers consisting of daisies, roses, and tulips. 

Rossi carried a large red get well soon balloon with silver letters in hand. JJ and Prentiss stood off to the side waiting patiently to say hello.

 “Thanks for coming guys it means a lot.” A smile finds its way across  your face. 

Derek takes Garcia and lets her sob into his chest trying to calm her down. His eyes meet your e/c ones. 

“Thanks.” You mouth to him as you take in the state of your best friend. He gives a quick nod, leading Garcia outside to give them some privacy.

 “These are for you.” Reid replies setting the flowers in your lap allowing the sweet fragrance to fill your nostrils. 

“Awww Spence these are beautiful thank you.” 

“Did you know that daisies are one of the worst flowers for allergies?” He stutters clearly embarrassed by the praise. His cheeks turn pink as you ruffle his hair.

“Thanks for the balloon Rossi… I love it.” “Youre welcome.” The older man replies softly.

 “JJ… Emily… get over here.” You reply sternly causing the guys to break into fits of laughter at the seriousness in your tone

    “Derek why don’t you go home… It's almost ten.” You say glancing over at him as he sat in the chair beside your bed. 

The team had left about an hour ago and he still hadn’t budged from his spot, after finally calming Garcia down.

 “No can do Sweetness… I’m staying right here whether you like it or not.” He replies giving his don’t mess with me I’m going to do what I want no matter what you say look. 

“Fine, you’re so stubborn.” You grumble rolling your eyes.

 “I’m stubborn?”

 “Do you mind explaining how you ended up like this… why you stayed with a man for three years? 

That… beat… you… more times than I even want… to imagine.” He says his voice getting louder. 

“Do you honestly want to know? Or are you going to yell at me?” You growl irritated by his outburst.

 “Baby girl…” his smooth voice says softly. 

“Don’t try and reason with me right now Derek…” 

“I don’t understand how you got into this mess… You still find a way to end up with a pathetic creep and you’re stupid enough to stay with him. “ What sense does that make Y/N?” 

The sound of a firm slap across Derek’s cheek echoes across the room. He stares at you in shock taking in the fact that you just slapped him. 

“Get out now! Don’t talk to me either.” Your eyes meet his in a cold glare. 

“I…” 

“Go.” 

He glances up letting out a sigh while he exits the room. A feeling of loneliness fills you as you stare at the door in shock. 

“So much for best friends.” The words leave your mouth, quickly followed by your silent sobs.

“Derek… DEREK!” 

A feeling of panic sets in as you shoot up in bed your body drenched in sweat. 

The dream felt so real this time, it had been almost a month since you had been in the hospital or seen Derek. 

He ignored you ever since he stormed out of your room.

 Your injuries were healed apart from your ribs that were still a little tender. 

The past few weeks had been crazy. Brody was sent to prison on the account of physical abuse and attempted manslaughter.

 Aaron kept his promise you and the two Hotchner brothers went to the park and then went out for ice cream. 

Your body was still in recovery which meant no work for at least another month.

 Garcia fussed over you like a mother hen. 

She kept asking if Derek and you were going to make up anytime soon, but in all honesty, the probability of that happening anytime soon was highly unlikely. 

With Derek gone and the trauma that follows after incidents like this. Nightmares had become a daily part of your routine. 

The fact that most of them involved Derek in some form or another got on your nerves. Next to Aaron and Sean, he was the only man that knew you to a T.

 The man was always there for you. This no communication thing was driving you crazy.

  In your most recent nightmare. Derek burst into your house trying to save you from Brody.

 He flashed a wicked grin in your direction before shooting Derek in the chest. Flashes of your best friend's eyes closing for the last time come into your mind.

 The feeling of guilt rose in your heart as you realized how your nightmare could have become reality.

 That feeling in itself was enough to get you out of bed; you let out a sigh glancing over at the clock on the nightstand. 

It was only four in the morning. In fifteen minutes you’ve changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a chunky gray sweater, and black flats to match.

 A groan escaped your mouth as the sight of Derek’s house stared at you from the driveway. The drive didn’t take long thanks to the different scenarios that went on in your head on the way there.

 You get out of the car walking up the steps to the house. 

You knock a few times, after waiting about five minutes the door opens revealing a tired-looking Derek in blue sweatpants.

 His eyes widen in surprise taking in your tinier form, your cuts were almost healed, and from what he could tell you looked better than when he last saw you in the hospital. 

Glancing up at him all of the emotions that you had been holding in  break and before you know it you're stumbling into his arms sobbing hysterically.

  “Baby girl what’s wrong?” He murmurs softly pulling you towards his warm chest. 

Your fingers clung to his torso as you cried; it felt good to be able to feel him knowing he was safe instead of left to the cruel fate of your nightmares. 

“I’m sorry….” The words come out soft and delicate like a feather floating in the sky. 

“Sorry for what?” “ I… shouldn’t…. have… yelled… at… you.” “No… I was a jerk. I deserved that.” He says firmly.

 “You had every right to get mad at me and I’m sorry for how I acted.”

 “I forgive you Der.” You whisper burying your face in his chest.

  “It’s just… hated the fact that a man. That I didn’t really care for anyways hurt you. 

The thought of any man hurting a woman is something that makes my blood boil but someone hurting you that’s something entirely different.”

 “I’ve never met a woman as compassionate as you. I think that’s why it’s so easy for you to relate to the victims.” Derek got out his eyes holding a warm edge.

“I had to stay with him… he threatened to kill the entire team if I told you all the truth. 

I couldn’t take a risk like that…” you say letting out a shaky breath. He tightens his arms around you resting his chin on your head.

 “Sweetness… You went through all of that crap… because of me and the team?” Fresh tears fall down your face.

 “I was so afraid of losing one of you that. I pushed everything else aside and focused on keeping everyone safe.”

  “Baby you deserve better than that… You don’t need the burden of keeping everyone safe we're a family and family protects each other. You and Hotch don’t have to take the responsibility of keeping an eye on everyone.

 We look out for one another that’s just how it is.” His voice is firm and laced with concern. “ 

Our job comes with risks. Almost losing Garcia was bad enough… when it came down to almost losing you.

 The feeling was inhuman, the pain I experienced was one unlike any I’d ever felt before.

  I started picturing what a life without you would look like. 

“Hotch would never smile like he does now… Boy Genius would have no one to hold him like you did when he found out his mother died. Garcia wouldn’t be her bubbly self. Her fingers absentmindedly running over the necklace you brought her when we took her to New York for her birthday.

 JJ would busy herself with paperwork, trying to hide the fact that tears would well up in her eyes every time they would land on the photo at her desk, of you and Spencer holding Henry the day he was born.

 Emily would shut herself off, trying to be strong for everyone else. Rossi would no longer have a cooking buddy who helps him with the food on dinner nights.

 We would all try and go back to normal, our eyes landing at the empty desk you used to occupy, and then it would all come flashing back.

 The realization… that you’re not just out sick for the day or busy running errands for Hotch. 

The realization that you’re never coming back. Never going to walk through those BAU doors with a huge smile on your face waiting for that cup of coffee.

 I leave on your desk most mornings.” “Never going to realize just how much you mean to everyone especially… me.“

“Derek…” you whisper taking in his words. 

His arms loosen from your body as he brings your chin up with his hand forcing you to look him in the eye. “Y/N If I would have lost you… I would never be able to live with myself.” You would never know been what’s eating me up inside.”

“I love you Baby Girl and I wasn’t sure if telling you would be the right thing or not; because why ruin what you have if it's good. 

If in return you wreck the goodness and never feel the joy that you once had… because of your honesty.”

  “You love me… even after everything I put you through… I’m a mess Der… why would you want that when you could have someone who's better for you.” You take in his sincere expression. 

“I know that it’s been hard and you suffered a tragic event. I’ll help you get through it.” He replies placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Derek please don’t…” you whimper letting out a shaky breath. 

“I cant…” You take one final glance in his direction before sprinting from the house and getting in your car.

 You feel the tears run down your face as you trudge up the steps of Hotch`s house a few minutes later. Knocking on the door you let out a thankful sigh remembering that Jack was staying with a friend for the weekend. 

The door opens revealing a startled-looking Hotch who instantly went into over-protective mode taking in your tear-stained face. 

”Y/N what’s going on?” he exclaims opening his arms allowing you to rush into them. 

“Derektoldmehesinlovewithme.” You choke out.

 “You know I can’t understand you… when you mumble.” He says calming picking you up and cradling you protectively against his chest. 

“Who do I need to kill?”

 “I… went to Derek’s house and… he told me he loves me, Aaron.”

 “How is that a bad thing? Do you love him? ” He replies sitting down in your favorite bean bag chair that you claimed as your own years ago. 

“I’m not good for him Aaron. I’m a mess and he doesn’t need that in his life.” You sniffled tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

“You're not a mess… we’ve all seen one another at our weakest points and right now you're still healing, physically…emotionally… 

When you find people that love you even in those times you stick by them no matter what.” 

“I’m… scared… Aaron. You place your head against his chest burying your nose in his t-shirt.

 “I know you are… Derek’s scared too. “ I didn’t tell you this… when I was at the house after the paramedics started taking care of you. 

“I couldn’t find Morgan. I walked outside the back door and do you know what I saw?” “ He was on your patio with Garcia.

 I watched one of the strongest men I know fall onto his knees… broken.” “ He kept repeating the same thing over and over. “

“No I can't lose her… why Garcia? Why did it have to be her? I need her.” He was sobbing and praying that somehow you’d make it out alive.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” You exclaim glancing up into his warm brown eyes. 

“It didn’t need to be shared… but I think its best that you know. 

He loves you and if you care about him isn’t that something to fight for?

 Scared or not… You have something that needs to be fought for.” He retorts sternly. 

“Thank you Aaron.” You place a kiss on his cheek before feeling your eyelids begin to droop.

  Sunlight burns against your eyelids causing you to force them open. 

A groan escapes your lips as you take in the familiar blue walls of Aaron’s bedroom. 

Sitting up you notice a note on the bedside table written in Aaron’s neat handwriting.

“I figured this would be more comfortable than my lap.

There are muffins and coffee on the table.

Tell him Little Hotchner or else I’ll call Sean.

  ~ Aaron

“Of course he would…” You mutter letting out a sigh as you shuffle into the kitchen letting out a happy squeal as the muffins come into your line of view. 

Many people didn’t know it but Aaron Hotchner made amazing muffins. 

 He had started baking as a kid and as he got older his recipes improved. 

Your favorite flavor of his was the apple fritter muffins which just so happened to be the ones on the table.

  You finished breakfast quickly before throwing your hair into a messy bun and heading out the door. 

After driving home you change your shirt putting on a long-sleeved blue shirt. 

As healed as you already were you still had many bruises and scars that you preferred covering up.

 You throw on some concealer, mascara, and eyeliner to help cover up your eyes that were still puffy from crying earlier.

 “Y/N what are you doing here?” JJ questions as you walk into the BAU about twenty minutes later. 

“I just thought I’d visit.”

 “You still have like a month before you can come back and that’s not even waiting to go back into the field.” The blonde retorts concerned.

 “I’m fine J.” you state before walking over towards Garcia who was motioning for you to come over.

 “Hey Pen what’s going on?” You question taking in her concerned face. 

“If you’re looking for Chocolate Thunder he’s not here.”

 “Where is he then?” “ He showed up on my doorstep at about six this morning.” He didn’t tell me what was wrong but he wasn’t happy.” She says letting out a sigh.

 “I tried to get him to talk to me he won’t… whatever it is he seemed pretty beat up about it.”

 “Thanks Garcia. I’ll talk to you later love you.” You retort running through the building towards your car. 

Penelope let out a content sigh as she watched her best friend run through the doors.

 "Pretty soon my OTP will be canon.” She mutters to herself a satisfied smile hitting her lips.

 The key doesn’t seem to work fast enough as you let yourself into Garcia’s apartment a few minutes later. 

Your e/c eyes scan the apartment not finding anything out of the ordinary. 

You tiptoe into her bedroom to find a huge mass of blankets and sheets. 

“Derek…” you whisper letting out a squeak as the mass of blankets jerks up causing the large man underneath to topple onto the floor wrapped in a sheet.

 He sits up staring around the room confused for a moment.

 His eyes were puffy and bloodshot like he had been crying; he stands up revealing the same sweatpants he’d been wearing earlier this morning.

  “What are you doing here?” he says cautiously studying you. 

“I… need to tell you that… I was wrong for leaving like I did.” You reply. 

“Is that all you wanted to say?” He retorts folding his arms across his chest. 

“You know what I want to say, Derek…” a sigh escapes your lips as you take in his appearance.

 He looked awful and that was saying a lot for the man who was a legitimate living Adonis.

 “And what would that be?” his words come out sharp.“ Your eyes trace his searching for any sign that you’re forgiven.

  “I’m sorry for wasting your time Morgan.” You retort walking towards the door. 

 A strong hand grabs your arms spinning you around. 

“Look at me.”

 He retorts his expression softens as he takes in the traces of fear written across your face.

 “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have been so rough.” You stare at the ground trying to fathom what to say. 

“It's not you… I just… I’ve been trained to protect people… to keep the innocent safe and defeat the evil that surrounds us. 

It's what I do and I can’t even go to bed without waking up screaming, those blue eyes shining at me in my dreams laughing at me.”

  “You can’t honestly want someone like me, Derek… I’m not good for you.

 Look at me what do you see… because all I see is a pathetic excuse of someone who wants to play the role of the hero and can't even keep herself or the people she cares about safe.”

 “Baby there is so much to you that you wouldn’t even be able to understand. We care about you… the team and I… you don’t need to play the role of the hero all the time. 

Sometimes everyone needs to learn that being saved for a change is ok.” 

 “You deserve better… than what you’ve had for the past few years and the fact is… I’m not going to let you go through this alone. 

You need to be willing to let us help you and be what you need… let me be what you need…”

“I love you Baby Girl more than I ever thought I could love someone. I don’t care how long it takes… I’ll be right here ready to save you every time you call because… that’s what a real man does, he fights for the woman he loves no matter what the cost.”

  “I know you’re scared… I am too… I’ve never been as afraid in my life as I was the night we almost lost you.”

 “The thing is… I’m feeling that now as we speak because the fact is…”

”You could still walk out those doors. Move on with life and forget this whole thing ever happened. 

“What you don’t get is that throughout that time.” I would be trying to remember why… I was crazy enough to let the best thing in my life go.” He acknowledged his voice full of warmth honesty and love.

  “I love you Derek… but I won't be a burden…” He cups your face in his hands.

“Don’t ever think that you could ever be bad for me because we both know that’s not true.” In seconds his lips are on yours in a warm kiss. 

You instantly reach for him as he pulls you flush against his strong form. He deepens the kiss before pulling away.

 “Sorry… I couldn’t resist.” He says shyly.

 “I love you Derek and even though. This thing is scary even though there are so many unknowns… I’m ready to take the advice of a certain profiler… “

“They told me when you know it's real you do whatever it takes to fight for it.

 “I’ve got a lot of things to work on Derek its not going to be easy.” You smile shyly glancing up at him.

 “Baby girl I’ll fight for us as long as it takes. I love you and you love me that's the thing that matters… You bury your face into his chest, letting out a sigh as his arms instantly surround your smaller form.

 “I love you Derek.” 

“I love you too.” 

 “We’ll be all right Baby trust me. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.” 

You let out a content sigh knowing that whatever came your way you’d be all right.

Drip… Drip… Drip…

A steady rhythm of water hit your ears. The cool smooth surface of tile lay underneath your face. 

Opening your eyes you sit up letting out a hiss at the engulfing pain that coursed through your body.

 It takes a few seconds to become familiar with the cream walls of your bathroom.

  “He left me out cold.” 

The thought comes to your mind as well as last night’s previous events.

  A groan escapes your lips as your phone goes off. Shuffling to your bedroom you place the phone to your ear. 

“Hello.”

 “Good morning Sweetness.” Derek mutters on the other line.

 “Good morning Gorgeous. What’s up?” 

“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t sleep in besides I love hearing your morning voice.” He purrs teasingly. 

“Ha Ha yes… because that’s exactly what I look forward to every morning.” You reply with a yawn. 

“As disappointed as you are… I’ll let you go see you in about an hour.” He states before the line goes dead.

After turning on the shower you get in letting the warm water run over your aching body. A content sigh escapes your mouth as you wash your hair with your favorite apple shampoo.

 Glancing in the mirror a few minutes later your e/c eyes take in the damage. 

Your entire left side was black and purple with bruises.

 You change into a pair of dark wash jeans and a cream cardigan before putting your hair up into a bun. It only takes about five minutes to do your makeup consisting of only mascara, eyeliner, bronzer, and ChapStick.  

 “Hello Sugar.”

 Derek says as you walk through the doors of the BAU about a half an hour later.

 “You’re a lifesaver.” You exclaim as you take the Starbucks cup that he was holding out to you.

 “It sounded like you needed one this morning.” He states softly.

   “Really?” 

 You grumble taking in all of the paperwork that was sitting on your desk.

 “When I left last night my desk was clean.”

 “It's not our fault you’re almost as smart as Boy Genius.” 

Rossi murmurs as he walks past you toward his desk. You stick your tongue out at him, before sitting in your chair. 

 A groan hit your lips as you stared at the remaining bits of paperwork that lay in front of you. 

It was seven in the afternoon. You had spent most of the day at your desk, working on paperwork and small jobs that Hotch had for you and Reid.

 Work at the office had been very slow today and all you wanted was to take a nap. 

Sadly, if you didn’t go make your boyfriend Brody some dinner after work he would flip and the thought of getting on his bad side did not appeal to you in the slightest.

 “Y/N”

 Jumping almost five feet was an understatement. Your heart was beating a million miles a minute. With a hand on your heart, you glance up into the face of your boss.

 “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” Hotch says. His brown eyes shone with genuine concern.

 “It's alright, what can I do for you boss.” 

“I’ve worked you ragged today go home and get some rest.” 

 “What about Reid?” 

“I just sent him home.” Hotch replied. 

“I still have a ton of things to do.” You say pointing towards your desk.

 “Don’t make me call Sean.” He chides firmly. 

“Of course you would… call my childhood best friend just so he can yell at me.” Your nose scrunches up remembering the last time Hotch had called Sean to back him up.

 It consisted of Aaron and Sean duct-taping you inside your bedroom to prevent you from going on a certain case. The end results weren’t pretty.

 You had grown up with the Hotchner Brothers all of your life. You were the same age as Aaron but had been closest to Sean.

 The two of you had gotten yourselves into many crazy adventures as kids.

 Aaron and Sean were like the brothers you had always wanted. As close as you were with Sean.

 You had gotten closer to Aaron in college. Having chosen the same career path had led to many fun times at college and plenty of stories to share with the youngest Hotchner.

 “Fine… I hate how you gang up on me.” A chuckle escapes his lips before he heads back to his office. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

“Goodnight Aaron.”

 You let out a sigh as you pulled up to your house a few minutes later. A familiar black mustang was sitting in your driveway. 

“Brody’s here already great.” You mutter under your breath.

 Brody Johnson was your boyfriend of three years. He was a police officer in the next town over. 

The first few months into the relationship had been great. He looked like any officer that would help serve a small town.

 At about 6`0 with dark hair a finely chiseled face and sapphire eyes that were out of this world. 

What many people didn’t realize is that beneath the beautiful surface. Lay the real man who was over-possessive, abusive, and an all-around jerk.

 “I work my butt off all day. I come to my girlfriend’s house expecting a nice home-cooked meal and what do I get.” “An empty house and no food.” Brody exclaims sitting on your couch with an irritated expression on his face. 

 "I’m sorry. I had a crazy day at work. How about I make you some food… okay?” You head into your kitchen getting things ready for tacos. 

“I don’t care about your fancy FBI job all you do is sit on your butt and let the police station take care of the real stuff.” He retorts walking over to you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

 “What are you cooking?” “Tacos.” “I know how much you love them.” You mutter softly trying to avoid another incident like last night.

 “Sounds great.” He retorts placing a kiss on your head.

 “Well… at least your good for something.” Brody retorts as he leaves his dirty plate and empty cup on the table. 

The urge to roll your eyes was tempting. Who knows what reaction that would get out of him.  

The man had been in a decent mood, for him much to your relief.

 “Well I’m going to head home.”

 “Goodnight.” You whisper as he leaves.

 It was only two in the morning when the sound of banging on your door woke you from a deep sleep later on that night.

 Grabbing your gun. You pad down your stairs tiptoeing towards the window. The sight of Brody’s mustang made your stomach sink.

“Y/N Open the door.”

  In seconds the door is flung wide open. Brody rushes in his eyes blazing with anger.

“Brody, what’s wrong?” You mutter taking in his appearance.

 His hair was disheveled his body was clad in a pair of worn jeans and a gray long-sleeved shirt. 

“How dare you… I trusted you.” 

“What are you talking about?”

A sharp pain ran through the side of your face as his hand struck without warning. Something in his eyes didn’t look right. 

You weren’t sure how well you’d be able to fight him if things escalated that quickly.

 “Tell me what’s wrong.”

 His eyes take in his surroundings before focusing on the gun in your hands. 

“What the heck is that gun in your hands for huh?” He rips it from your hands emptying it of its cartridge before chucking it across the room.

 Fear builds in your heart as it skids on the floor into the kitchen beside the table.

 “I didn’t know you were coming Brody. I work for the FBI.

 “Of course I’m going to have a gun with me at all times. “ His firm hands shove you against the wall. holding your smaller figure in place

 “Don’t get smart with me. We’ve been through this before Sweetheart… “What did I tell you?” “If your team finds out… “ He purrs running his fingers down your neck.

 The shiver that ran through you was enough to make him smile.

 “The only reason.” “I’m still with you is to keep them safe.” The coldness in your voice was evident.

 If he wanted to take you down it wouldn’t be without a fight. It feels like an eternity as your body flies through the air.

 The sudden impact of hitting the floor is enough to make your vision go blurry momentarily. Standing up it takes a second for your spinning head to cease. 

Your hands go into fists.

 “If this is about last night we can forget it.” You spit remembering the petty argument that had started resulting in being thrown against the tub and Brody leaving you there unconscious.

 “I just don’t understand how my girlfriend can cheat on me. “ 

“After everything… I’ve done for you.” the dark-haired man retorts his eyes flashing with anger.

 “I haven’t cheated on you. “

 “I know you have this ridiculous idea in your head. That I’ve been with Aaron behind your back.”

 “News flash!” “ He’s like a brother to me.” “I went to prom with him for crying out loud. 

He found out the girl he wanted to go with already had a date, so I went with him.” 

 “So you do have a thing for him.” “You lousy… cheating.” 

A loud deafening crack sounds across the room as you place a powerful slap to his face.

 Trying to block him was impossible and in seconds his fist was in your face. 

Blood ran from your mouth and nose. The pain was intense but not as bad as other things that were faced in your line of work.

 Brody glares at you furiously. 

“You always were worthless.” His lips reach your ear as he places a kiss against your throat. 

Putting your training to use an idea comes to your mind it was a risky, foolish one. 

“What other options do I really have?” You think noticing your cell phone on the kitchen table.

 “Brody look at me… I’m sorry I just can’t stand the thought of anyone else being with you.” The tone of your voice is enough to make him glance down at you curiously.

“We’ve been through so much.” “ I’ve realized that I need you.”

 “You… Need… Me… he stutters the words slowly sinking in. 

 “Yes, I need you.” He places his arms around you. 

“I’m sorry.” He chokes out placing his face in the crook of your neck.

 “It's alright.” You mutter softly stroking his hair gently. 

After feeling him relax it only takes a moment before you knee him in the groin. 

The attack defiantly came as a surprise for the police officer as he doubled over on the floor.

 Giving you precisely anywhere from twenty to thirty seconds to grab the phone. Sprinting to the table felt like forever. 

Grabbing the phone you pressed the first button on the speed dial.

“Hello Sweetness.” Derek’s sleepy voice mutters over the line. 

“Derek.”

 The feeling of strong hands on your waist cause you to scream.

 “Y/N What’s going on?”

“DEREK!”

 Turing around your e/c eyes meet Brody’s blue ones. 

“You really don’t know when to stop do you?” He growls throwing your smaller form into the china cabinet in the living room.

 The sound of shattering glass and pain are the last things that come to mind before being surrounded by darkness.

 “What happened you had to be somewhere but where?” The thought was there but darkness was everywhere. 

 "Why couldn’t you get out?” It didn’t make sense there had to be a way out. Your brain reasoned as you continued trying to find a way out.

 “Baby doll…you need to open up those eyes for me.” Garcia’s gentle voice hit your ears. Her voice sounded sad clouded by tears. 

“I can’t even imagine what the team was feeling when this was me a few years back.”

  “I don’t know if you can hear me or not but… if you can… do you remember what you told me when I was being placed into the ambulance.”

You told me to keep fighting.” “ No matter what it took because the thought of losing me would tear you and the rest of the team apart.”

“So as your best friend and a member of this crazy little family we’ve created over the years.

I’m asking you. Please keep fighting… don’t give up because a world without you is unbearable. 

 If you can’t do it for Hotch, Rossi, me, or any other members of the team do it for Morgan.”

 “Please… just try… you make our family a better one and for that, we will always be thankful.” As Garcia’s soft voice faded the dark slowly began to slip away. 

A blinding flash hit your eyes before the darkness disappeared completely.

  Opening your eyes you found a familiar blurry figure in front of you.

”Baby doll can you hear me?” It took a few seconds until your vision became clear. 

“Garcia…”

 “Yes, I’m here. It's alright they’re about to take you to the hospital.” “What about Brody?” Your voice sounded low and gruff.

 “Shhhhhh we’ll talk about that later just try and get some sleep alright.” The blonde woman replies placing a motherly kiss on your forehead. 

Something caught the corner of your eye as you walked through the halls of the BAU building early one morning. It had been a crazy week, having just finished a case that had left you and the rest of the team in North Dakota for five days. The unsub had been a hard guy to catch; luckily the team caught him just before four other girls were left to the same fate as the other victims. A chuckle escapes your lips as you take in the reason behind your distraction.  Derek was in the back room with his headphones on jamming out to something playing on his phone. Heat rose in your cheeks as your eyes followed his fluid movements, his hips swayed in perfect time with the beat. He appeared to be at peace literally lost in his own little world. Derek had been your best friend ever since you joined the BAU five years ago.  Your Dad Rossi had been very hesitant about letting his only daughter come into the BAU. He had eventually warmed up to the idea knowing it was what you always wanted to do. With careful footsteps you walked into the backroom, falling into fits of laughter as the strapping agent practically fell on his butt at the sight of you. “What the… Carley you scared me.” He pants trying to settle his breathing. “Nice moves Footloose.” You retort still recovering from your laughing fit. “Thanks… I needed to unwind after that case ya know.” He says glancing down at you nervously as you try to take one of the earbuds from his ears. “Whatcha listening too Der?”  "Nothing exciting…” “Why do you look so uptight for Morgan. Got something you want to tell me.” In a matter of seconds, his phone is in your hands. You let out a squeak as he glowers at you his dark eyes cool and dangerous.  “Hand me back the phone Rossi.” “Why should I unless you’re afraid to show me what song you were just jamming out to a few seconds ago. “? The taunting in your voice is clearly evident. “I’m not afraid at all.” “Then you wouldn’t be apposed if I do this then.” You say taking one of the earbuds and attempt to place it in your ear. A squeak hits your lips as Morgan tackles you to the ground in one swift motion. “That wasn’t necessary.” It takes a moment for your brain to process what happened and how difficult it was to breathe with Derek keeping his entire body weight on top of you. “Yes… it was my sweet bit of honey.” He retorts peaking down at you through his long full lashes. Between the lack of air his intoxicating cologne and the cheeky expression, he was giving you it was impossible to not be slightly light-headed. “Derek let me up.” The whine of your voice just causes him to roll with laughter. “Not until you hand me back my phone sweetheart.” He purrs snatching the object from your hands. “Hey, that’s not fair.” His laughter continues as he stands up with you in tow. “Now if I tell you what I was listening to promise not to laugh?” Derek’s expression turns serious as he continues. “This is something… I’ve never shared with anyone not even Garcia… so… here it is.He takes one of his earbuds gently placing it in your ear. You're so pretty when you cry, when you cry Wasn't ready to hear you say goodbye Now you're tearing me apart, tearing me apart You're tearing me apart You're so London your own style, your own style And together we're so good so girl why Are you tearing me apart, tearing me apart You're tearing me apart Did I do something stupid, yeah, girl if I blew it Just tell me what I did, let's work through it There's gotta be some way to get you to want me like before 'Cause no one ever looks so good in a dress And it hurts 'cause I know you won't be mine tonight No one ever makes me feel like you do when you smile, Baby tell me how to make it right Now all my friends say it's not really worth it But even if that's true No one in the world could stop me from not moving on, Baby even if I wanted to Nobody compares to you “Seriously…” You exclaim surprise taking over your features. “I told you you’d laugh.” Derek states a blush growing on his cheeks. “You like One Direction? I’m surprised, Derek Morgan.”

“I know how can Derek like this stuff. What would the team say.” He retorts bashfully.

“I’m glad… Penelope and I aren’t the only secret Directioners here.” You say letting out a laugh as Derek’s jaw practically hits the floor.

“Wait you and Garcia like One Direction as well.” He says shock gracing his beautiful features.   “Yes she’s and I quote got the hots for Harry.” You exclaim letting out a laugh. “Really?” “ You guys didn’t say anything… we could have gone to their concert in Richmond.” “ He exclaims letting out a groan. “Well… how were we supposed to know that you were a secret Directioner?” “Tis true… Want to dance with me?” he questions holding out his hand. “On one condition.” You mutter taking his phone and hooking it up to the small speaker beside the coffee stuff. “What are you doing people are going to be able to hear us.” The Adonis of an FBI agent hisses as you turn it on letting out a content sigh as “Kiss You.” comes through the speakers.  A squeal reaches your ears as you glance up taking in a very excited Garcia in the doorway. “Oh my goodness is that the voice of Harry Yum Styles I hear.” The blonde exclaims barging into the room. Her brown eyes glance over from Derek to you before muttering. “Secret Directioner?” “Secret Directioner.” Another squeal hits her lips as the three of you start dancing like crazy. It felt great all of you were lost in the moment, having a great time.   A squeak comes from your mouth as you feel yourself being pulled up against a firm chest. Your e/c meet Derek’s espresso ones as he throws you into a dip. He flashes that dazzling smile of his before pulling you back up against his chest. The song suddenly switched to “Best Song Ever.” You both glanced over at Garcia who was standing over the phone with a sheepish expression. “What it's got more Harry.” She retorts with a hopeful smile.    “Maybe it’s the way she walked.” You sing sending Derek a smirk. “Straight into my heart and stole it.”He sings as the intro to the song starts. 

He sends Garcia a wink as all of you continue on with the dance party. Glancing back up at Derek, he places a gentle hand on your face before leaning in a placing his lips to yours. The kiss goes from timid and sweet to passionate in moments.  Derek smelled like a mixture of cologne and mint, the second you kissed. All of the feelings that you had tried to erase from your brain came flooding through you in an instant. He held onto you as if you were the most precious thing in the world which unbeknownst to you, in his world you were. Derek had fallen in love with you years ago it just took him a long time, to be honest with himself and admit it.  “What’s going on?”Rossi’s firm voice roars causing you, Derek and Penelope to glance up into the faces of the rest of the team with deer in headlights expressions. “Well, Dad… we were just dancing.” You mutter sheepishly staring into the face of your fuming father.