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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Six

Chapter Name: "Take My Mind off All the Bad"

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Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Slightly Detailed Smut, Implied Drug Usage, Talks of Child Molestation (very brief/Derek's past)

Smut Warnings: Cunnilingus, Praising, Overstimulation, Begging, Orgasm Delay, Penetrative Sex, Daddy kink (slight), Unprotected sex, Handjob

Bold Italic stands for the talking between phone calls

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"I don't push people away," Y/n mumbled as she pulled into the hotel parking lot.

She grabbed her jacket from the passenger side and headed to her room, ignoring the kind worker who said hello to her.

Y/n stepped off the elevator and pulled her key out of her back pocket, the 'ding' filling the hallway silence at that moment.

Closing the door quietly, Y/n walked towards the small light from the lamp on the left side. As she whipped her head around the corner, she was met Derek's bright smile.

"Hey," He nodded, muting the bad hotel show he was watching.

"Hi, baby," She slipped off her blazer and threw it onto a nearby chair with her jacket.

Walking to the bathroom, Y/n turned on the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks started to puff.

So many tears spread for the ones who don't care.

Stripping the rest of her clothes, Y/n stepped into the shower, the hot water flowing over her body. She just stood there for a while, the water the only thing filling the silence in the bathroom. The time moved slowly, leaving Y/n trapped in her thoughts.

"Ms, Feilds, please take off the sunglasses," The math sub called Y/n during the work period.

Y/n scoffed and slouched down as her heavy eyelids began to betray her.

"The sunglasses," The sub asked again, this time more demanding.

Before Y/n could say anything, Arianna turned around and grabbed them off Y/n's face.

"Fuck!" Y/n winced at the added sunlight.

The teacher took one look at Y/n's dilated pupils and took her into the hall.

The knock at the door pulled Y/n out of her thoughts.

"Bae?" Derek called out, the shower curtain blocking his concerned expression from Y/n's eyes.

"Hm?" Y/n hummed, poking her head out of the shower, not leaving much to the eye.

"You ok?" Derek leaned in.

Y/n shook her head in reassurance, a chill filling her body as Derek's thumb swiped across her cheek.

"So why are you crying?" He pulled back.

Y/n just stares at him.

"You don't see them, you won't get it."

"You might leave, I don't want you to."

"I hold up my past with strong walls, it only takes one hit though. One hit and it's all gone."

"I have habits that are calling my name and yet you are the only thing that keeps me from giving in."

That's what Y/n wants to say. She wants Derek to know, she wants him to listen.

"Sad day, that's all. Pass me that towel?" She changes the subject instead.

He looks back and passes her the towel hanging off the bathroom door. She wraps it around herself and steps out, turning off the shower from the outside. She walks out of the bathroom, Derek following behind as she pulls out a shirt and some underwear from her go-bag. She throws the towel to the bed, her body now exposed to Derek. He watches as she slips on the black underwear and one of his oversized graphic tees before throwing the towel over to the same chair her jackets were in.

Derek walks over to the bed, sitting in the same spot he was in before. Eyes follow down Y/n's body, almost habitual, a small grin appearing on his face at his marks that were starting to clear up from a few nights before. Y/n walks toward the bed and sits next to him, the hotel mattress providing little to no comfort at all.

"Are you ok?" She asks as she lays her head on his shoulder. It's a small gesture, but that's all Y/n wants and needs.

"Just tired, been a long day." Derek kisses the top of her forehead.

"You got that right," Y/n laughs.

It's a genuine laugh, a happy one.

Wrapping an arm around her torso, Derek pulls Y/n as close as he could. She's hiding something. Derek knows what it feels like to go through the lengths of keeping a secret. He was willing to go to jail for a murder he didn't commit if it meant no one knows what Carl Buford did to him. If it meant he didn't have to relive those memories once more.

Except even with the team by his side, Derek felt alone.

And when the memories resurface, when Derek can feel Carl's touch, he feels alone. Y/n pulls him out of that but he still feels alone. He doesn't want her to feel that.

It sucks to feel that.

"I love you," He mumbled into a comfortable silence.

Y/n looked up, her head almost hitting his chin, and just smiled.

"I love you too," She kissed his lips.

His soft, warm, comfortable lips.

Neither one could tell you what happened. Derek pulled Y/n in, leaving her straddled on his lap. Their kiss grew hotter as Y/n pulled herself closer to Derek, his forming boner giving her the friction her body desired. Hands gripped her sides as they moved down to her ass, a small moan leaving her mouth into his.

Derek's hands moved up Y/n's bare back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Derek pulled the tee off of Y/n, throwing it somewhere in the room. Her skin was warm against his chest. His lips kissed and marked down her body before coming back up to hers.

"I love you," He said one more time.

"I love you."

Wrapping one arm across her back, Derek repositioned them both as a grin appeared on his face at the sight of his girlfriend under him.

Legs wrap around his waist as Derek marks Y/n's neck. He taps the side of her thigh, signaling for her to unravel her legs. As they fall to the side, Derek resumes his travel down her body again, this time taking the black underwear with him.

His arms wrap around her thighs as he pulls her all the way to the edge, eyes searching her for consent to continue.

She nods but it's not enough for Derek. He raises an eyebrow at her, getting an eye-roll in return.

"Tell me what you want." He mumbled.

"You." Y/n bluntly stated, staring him down.

"Can't hear you," He taunted, his fingers moving closer to Y/n's wet arousal.

"Please daddy," The words rolled of Y/n's tongue.

That was all it took for Derek. His lips attached her clit, a loud moan coming from Y/n in response. Her hands grabbed onto the bedsheets, squeezing them hard as Derek quickly quickened his pace.

To silence her moans, Y/n brought her hand to her mouth, the method only muffling the sounds to the bare minimum. Frowning at her actions, Derek added two fingers into her slit and pulled her hand down, her moan like a medley in his ears.

Small curses and names left Y/n's mouth as her orgasm started to build up.

"Derek..." She cried, her muscles tensing.

Instead of responding, Derek's tongue quickened its pace as his fingers curled inside of her again and again.

Throwing her head back, Y/n felt her composure wearing off as she called Derek's name one more time, only it came out in a breath, relieving how close to her climax she truly was.

As his fingers continued to thrust inside her, Derek pulled away and smirked at the begging Y/n.

"Go ahead," He growled in her ear.

He moved up to her face as his thumb came into contact with clit, throwing Y/n completely off the edge. With their chest's now in complete contact, Y/n's nails slid down Derek's back as she came down from her high.

Removing his hand, Derek ran his other one against Y/n's face, leaving small kisses as her breathing returned to a normal pace. His other thumb swiped across the tip of his tongue, Y/n's sweet arousal to taste.

He loved every part of Y/n. Take one look at them together and the feeling was clearly mutual.

Both of them wanted more.

Both of them craved more.

Turning her head to look at him, Y/n pressed her lips against Derek's, the taste savoring and sweet. His own muscles relaxed to the calm touch of her nail against his shoulder and her body goes soft at his hand to the side of her leg.

It's just the two of them in this moment-and they know it.

The kiss deepens fast as both tounges fighting for dominance. Y/n gives in and pulls the drawstrings of Derek's grey sweatpants, losing them out of the small knot they were in. Derek's figure points out just from under the band, a low grunt comes out as Y/n palms him.

His eyes meet hers, glassy and lust-filled as she lets at a patronizing smile. Pulling the sweats down, Y/n's hands rub on Derek, the action causing him to grip the sheets above her head with no mercy.

"Keep doing that and you'll ruin the fun," He said, his tone assertive and demanding.

"Like this?" Y/n fastened her pace as she batted faux innocence to Derek.

Instead of giving her a reaction, Derek used his hand to spread Y/n's leg farther away from his. Two steps ahead of him, Y/n made his job easier and braced herself for what was next.

"Ready?" Derek lined himself up with Y/n. He was aware of his size, he was aware of what he could do to Y/n.

And he loved it.

Slowly thrusting into her, Derek gave her a second to adjust before lacing his fingers with hers. He loved when it was just them. He loved when she was all his, all for him. He loved the way her eyes rolled back as his thrusts got harder. He loved the way his name rang out her mouth in pleasure.

He loved everything when it came to Y/n.

Especially her nails dragging down her back.

Y/n's fingers tightened around Derek's as she felt her second orgasm coming. Her body was sore and tired from the first time and she was getting closer and closer.

"You can do it," Derek praised in her ear.

"Come on do it for daddy," He kissed her lips, the words enough to send her past her limit.

Walls clench around Derek as her free hand drags down his back, Y/n's leg shaking violently as a result. His body fully covers her second later, one more thrust ending both of them.

It's like home to both of them. Their bare skins in contact with each other and only each other, the words that he mumbles in her ear, each syllable spent expressing his love for her.

They take away each other's bad.

Taking all the warmth with him, Derek head to the bathroom and comes back with a damp cloth.

"A shower will do us both good," He presses the fabric onto Y/n's body.

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morgansmoreid · 3 years

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One Life Gone; One Life Received

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Requested: No

Warning: Heavy Angst

Word Count: 701

This has spelling errors.

The impact of the other car hit yours directly. Derek pressed the gas pedal as the light turned green, moving his hand to your stomach as you expressed the small kicks against your stomach.

Family was big to him and he enjoyed every time he felt the small life in you move.

But now it had seemed that yours flashed before your eyes as the pain kicked in. The hood of the other car pierced about your growing belly, shortening your breaths as you tried to look over to Derek.

It pained more than words can fit as he laid on his airbag, blood dripping down his face.

"Derek.." You cried.

"Derek!" You then screamed. And screamed. And screamed. No matter the pain that it brought or the people that it attracted, you screamed for your husband to open his eyes. The sounds of sirens came closer and close and soon Derek's brown pearls did open.

"Babe.." His voice went low before his eyes went wide at your stomach. Visible on his face, he tried his best to move to you.

You were happy he was awake but all the energy you had rid and you felt the life drain. You felt the memories as a kid pour away like a sad day, times you spent on the playground, proms, first times. It all slipped.

You felt Derek's lips fade. Each time feeling the first. His hot breath felt like a memory, glistening against your skin each time you shared intimate love.

The day you shared the pregnancy test flashed between your eyes. His own eyes tear flooded from the news as he talked to your stomach, telling your baby just how happy he is to wait.

Derek's smile and kisses disappeared.

Your mother's laugh vanished.

Your father's hugs fled.

And your baby kicks died.

The happy kicks faded as your breaths did. Through your shallow vision, you saw the EMT's pull Derek out first. When they worked on you, begging to you answer them, to sign them you're alive, you grabbed the woman's hand. Tight.

"Save my baby before me." The words take everything out of you.

"If you have to pick and choose, pick my baby. And tell... tell my husband that I love him because..." Her face becomes blurry. "Because I don't think I've said it enough and he needs to know."

And then the lady is gone. Your eyes are closed and everything is black as your heart pushes through for your baby. The team fights its way into the hospital while both you and Derek are being treated. They see Derek first while you are just a couple doors away in a code blue. They can't only hope it's not you; the hospital won't tell them anything. They all worry in silence as Derek ignores his own pain. Minutes- it's only truly minutes that feel like hours when a scream fills the whole floor.

A baby's cry like no other. One that screams innocence and life. The doctor treats the baby in the room but Derek knows.

He knows it's his. He knows the scream of his child and he tries his best to hold his newborn daughter as they bring her in. It's only her. New and precious to the awful world as she succumbs to her father's arms.

He loves the eyes that she tries to look at him at. The ones that her mother had as they danced to music in the kitchen. The ones that Derek looked into and vowed to make right by each day he had the chance.

And the ones that he'll never get to see full of life on her body as the guard nurse pulls a blanket over her face two doors over, shutting down the systems around her.

That same nurse slowly walks over to the single dad that holds his baby and tells him the news like a bad story. No breaks, no stops.

But Derek knew.

He knew how much you loved him.

He knew that you fought.

And he knew when you were gone.

So he thanks the nurse, his voice tear ridden and hold his baby closer.

"Miracle. You're your mommy's and mines miracle."

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[M.J]

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morgansmoreid · 3 years

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Secrets Masterlist

[ Y/n turns to be a mystery to her boyfriend and team. One case back to her hometown and secrets unravel, trust is broken and Y/n is soon missing. Can they find Y/n with what they know? Or is it the secrets that may kill her? ]

[Rewritten]

Edit: This is a rewrite of my fic “Do You Still Love Me,” that contains a more detailed plot and better grammar. I wrote DYSLM first so this will be updated last. Again, this is more a detailed plot with the same ending.

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General Fic Warnings:

Abuse

Sexual Assault

Drug Usage/Relapse

Sexual Content

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Chapters:

Prologue: Called Back

One: Review

Two: 5 Years and More

Three: Happy Moments and Old Friends

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morgansmoreid · 3 years

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The One With the Secrets: Teaser

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[I wasn't sure of the appropriate warnings for this blurb but it does contain heavy realization material for the said reader.]

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"Save yourself." "Save yourself." "Save yourself."

From the words of all the men who like it pure.

But what they mean is:

"Save it for me."

"Keep yourself pure for me."

"I am deserving of your love."

"I will take it like it's the one thing you savor, and never give it back."

"You are mine; though I am not yours."

So each little girl listened; at first at least. Many girls grew up and rebelled, claiming the thing that was to be saved for someone who wasn't them wasn't worth it.

"Save yourself," Y/n whispered over and over again throughout middle school, high school, college, graduate school, and even job after job until the words filled her brain like a mirror full of lipstick; each time feel dirtier than before.

But still, she remained pure throughout training at the FBI academy and through her units, wearing a badge of shame when she was told it should be an honor.

That honor caused her to push the first boy she ever loved, going back to the tenth grade as they danced on the prom floor, lips finding each other and bodies finding home in his parents' backseat before she ran because she couldn't break her pureness.

That honor caused her to feel like an outcast as everyone talked about their one-night stands and nights to remember while she bit the tip of her pen, just wanting to relate for once.

And that same honor makes her feel dirty now. She looks at Agent Morgan, listening to the stories he tells about the women that he just had the previous night wondering why she wanted to be them. She wanted to be free like them and dance the way he says they do. She wanted to ignore her mind and be free.

But she wanted to do it with him.

She wanted to dance the night along with Agent Morgan in clubs hand and hand.

She wanted to feel the soft kisses he would lay.

She wanted it all.

He made her feel dirty, like the whores that her mother talked about. He made her feel transparent, like a see-through glass that has something others lost.

"You sure you don't wanna come out with us little lady?" Derek asks for the third time.

"Yes." Heavy venom and pain that is undue come out with the word as Y/n keeps her head down; refusing to give the man attention.

"Alright." He no longer pushes and leaves with the rest of the team soon after.

Save yourself. Save yourself. Save yourself.

"What poison you are Mr. Morgan. What a poison." She whispers for the final time of the night.

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morgansmoreid · 3 years

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Three

Chapter Name: “ Old Friends"

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Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Just a little bit of smut

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"Y/n-y/n" Y/F/N stuttered over his words.

Y/n let go of her father's hand and stepped back. He looked different, his hair was colored and lighter, his facial hair was cleaner.

He looked better.

"Dad?" Penelope questioned in the tense silence between the two. Her mouth hung open, and she tilted the side, catching the resemblance of both.

"Can you please show us inside, my sweet, caring father?" Y/n taunted.

Y/F/N was silent as he turned around and led the way to a conference room. It was big, the file box laid out on the table. Y/n cleared it and allowed Penelope to set up her stuff while Y/n starting gather evidence for the rest of the team.

Penelope decided not to push anymore and started looking for what connected the victims, so far unsuccessful.

About 10 minutes later, Y/n pinned the last picture to the board and started her own research when the door flew open.

"Really? You fucking knew and didn't bother to call?" A man screamed at her.

Y/n scoffed as she put down her tablet and pen and leaned back in her chair, arms crossing right above her chest.

"Nice to see you too, James," Y/n spoke, the venom in her voice visible for the man in front of her.

"Chrissy is dead! Cat is dead! And you're mocking me?" He accused.

Y/n got up, slowly, and stood in front of James, their faces so close, Y/n could smell the mint gum coming off his breath.

"One, stop screaming at me. I am not a damn child. Two, I don't know shit. That's not how the FBI works, dumbass." She insulted, growling low in his ear.

Neither of them realized that Derek and Spencer were back already, gaining little evidence from hotel one.

Derek cleared his throat at the sight of his girlfriend chest to chest with another man. They both looked over to him, Y/n's eyes landing on his clenched fist.

She stepped back and took her seat, resuming her work. James watched her carefully, her hand going across her yellow pad with each word she wrote.

"You could have called," He said, loud enough for everyone to hear before closing the door and leaving.

Everyone looked at Y/n, waiting for an explanation.

"Deputy James, everyone," Y/n rolled her eyes at the closed door.

"What does he mean, 'you could have called,'" Spencer accusingly asked.

Y/n only shrugged her shoulders at Spencer's question before making small eye contact with Derek. She quickly broke it, eyes now falling on the brown table.

Derek sat in front of her, leaning in so only she could truly hear the growl in his voice.

"Who was that?"

James's lips smashed onto Y/n's, his hands slowly caressing her back.

"We shouldn't James," Y/n pulled away, still in his grasp.

"We don't have to," James let go and moved back slightly.

Something in Y/N told her it was right, she needed him at this moment, she wanted him.

Nearly jumping in his arms, Y/n's fingers ran through James's hair as their lips connected.

Cupping her ass, James picked up Y/n and walked towards his bedroom. Wrapping her legs around James's waist, Y/n kicked off her shoes and grinded against his covered, hard cock as he closed the door.

"Just an old friend," Y/n replied, opening her tablet and reviewing the crime scenes again.

The tension in the room grew as everyone stayed silent. Emily and JJ joined shortly after, this time with more information. Even with David and Aaron joining the group, Penelope still failed to find out what connect these victims.

Even if it was sitting only 2 feet away from her.

5'oclock hit when the door busted open. Sheriff Feilds and Deputy Diaz busted in with the news of another body. Neither man mentioned who it was and lead the way as everyone, besides Penelope, sped down the blocks of Allen.

Cutting off all blocks access, Aaron took the lead into the hotel as the team followed him. The change in the energy of the room was noticeable. JJ went down the hallways of the floor, trying to calm everyone who had their heads out.

Stepping out from behind the rest of the team, Y/n's eyes immediately hit the body on the bed. Tears lined her eyes as she started to step back, bumping into James. He caught her, arms slightly covering her body.

Y/n quickly moved out of his grasp and closer to the body, careful not to mess up the crime examiner photos or the blood the surrounded the bed. The others looked around the room, hoping to find something that pointed to the unsub.

When the examiners were done with the body, Y/n grabbed a glove from her pocket and put it on before touching the victim's face. This caught Aarons's attention and he moved closer to her, ready to scold her for her lack of protocol.

"Victim is Daniela Choi, age 31, C.O.D seems to be the gunshot to the heart this time. No close relatives, her emergency contact has already been informed of victims condition," Y/n spoke first.

"We didn't contact her EC yet," Emily spoke.

"You don't have to, Y/n and I are her contacts.

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morgansmoreid · 3 years

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter One

Chapter Name: "Look Where You Are and Look Where I Am"

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Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: None.

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"It's great that we are all here," Hotch said, giving the pilot the ok to take off from the window.

Before Y/n can ask, or even talk to Penelope, she got up and sat next to Hotch. Taking the seat across from Penelope's old one, Y/n opened her phone and started answering emails. The jet took off and Y/n put her phone on airplane mode, silencing it as well.

"Let's start shall we?" Hotch announced gaining everyone's attention. "This is one is bad. Across 3 hotels in Allen, four women have been found dead, one gunshot to the head and one to the heart." He says as Penny pulls up pictures on her laptop and gives everyone a file.

Opening her's, Y/n's eyes grow wide at the pictures. The first picture taunts her as she flips through the rest of them. She goes back to the front and stares at the picture. Laid out in front of her is victim number one, Christina Middleton. She's turned over, her face only slightly visible to the camera but the DMV photo on Penelope's laptop clarified it for Y/n. Blood leaked onto the floor, from the second gunshot to the heart. Above the bed, the unsub wrote 1/10. In fact, he did that on all the pictures.

The second victim, Catarina Paredes, was also in her bed, this time laid in the opposite direction of the way she was shot. Neither woman saw it coming. Victims 3 and 4 were together. Rose Henry and Sabrina Chains sat at a small table, blood puddled under both of them. They were drinking, a bottle of white wine was open and turned over, the wine on the floor right between both blood puddles.

This unsub was clean, but he was also someone these women knew. He showed remorse. He couldn't have the women face him while he killed them. Y/n saw enough of these to tell. No bullet shells were left and he used blood to write on the walls.

This unsub was on a mission, and from the looks of it, he was getting closer and closer to finishing.

"Y/N?" Emily called out, snapping Y/n out of her trance.

Looking up, Y/n saw everyone looking at her confused. Shaking it off, Y/n jumped right back into the conversation of the connection to how these women were related.

"You ok?" Derek whispered in Y/n's ear.

She nodded, giving him a small smile. Her face falling blank at Rossi's question.

"Isn't Allen your stomping grounds, Y/L/N?" He asked pointing at the file in her hand.

Looking away from the team, Y/N just shrugged her shoulders. "Yea, but I haven't been home in 5 years, so what do I really know about Allen," she tried to play it off.

"Did you know any of these people?" Spencer asked, not so subtly profiling her.

"Not really, victim number 2 won prom queen back when I was in high school, trust me, with the dress she was wearing, you never forget her face."

Y/n wasn't lying, Catarina's dress was to die for. She would know because she helped her pick it.

"Kitty! This one, look! You would look stunning, you're sure to win with this!"

And she did. She won and wore her crown high.

"Hmm," Spencer amused, eyes going to Y/n's leg. She was nervous. Her leg bounced high, right below the table and she looked to the floor.

Whatever she was hiding, Spencer wanted to know.

"So you two weren't friends?" He pressed.

Y/n only shrugged her shoulders in response. Were they friends? I mean friends don't leave when shit gets hard. Friends don't lie. Friends don't build you up only to tear you down. Friends are not supposed to fucking hurt you.

They were not friends.

"No." She mumbled, wincing at the skin she just accidentally ripped from biting her nail.

Spencer kept quiet as Hotch assigned locations. Derek and Spencer were going to the first hotel, JJ and Emily were going to the second, leaving David and Aaron to third while Y/n and Penelope got a head start at the station.

Spreading out around the jet, Y/N took a seat in the back, away from everyone before opening her phone and going to messages.

Reluctantly, she pressed the one from nearly 10 ten days ago.

James Aug.12th,2008 at 10:17 Pm

Look, I know the last time I saw you... it didn't go well but call me.

We have to talk.

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morgansmoreid · 3 years

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Five

Chapter Name: "Don't Make Me Regret This"

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Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Drug Abuse talk, Parental Abuse, Cheating, Smut, Gaslighting

Bold Italic stands for the talking between phone calls

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"You sure your ok?" Derek asked.

Everyone drove back to the station and split up in different cars. Surprisingly, Derek and Y/n got one to themselves and were following others to the hotel.

"Yep," Y/n answered quickly, popping the p as she took out her phone.

Going to her messages, she clicked the second to last name, ignoring the most recent message from Emily.

James Aug.22nd,2008 at 7:59 P.M

Happy's Diner at 9. No funny business.

See you at 9.

"I'm going to regret this," Y/n silently mumbled as she closed her phone and reached out for Derek's hand.

She couldn't help but feel like betraying him. She wasn't doing anything wrong, just going to meet up with an old friend.

Even if he's done things to her that friends don't do.

"You don't wanna stop by your old house or something?" Derek grabbed Y/n's hand as he pulled to a stop at a red light.

"Get sober or get out!" Y/F/N shoved Y/n into the wall, her head bouncing from the impact.

"I'm gone." She walked away, her hand rubbing her head trying not to wince at the touch.

"Not the best memories at the place," Y/n chuckled, shaking off the tears that dared to fall.

Derek pulled into the hotel lot, parking behind Hotch and others almost exactly 4 minutes later. Everyone grabbed their bags from their trunks and key from Hotch and headed into their separate rooms.

Clearing her room, Y/n sat down on her bed and glanced at the small clock.

8:07 PM

Burying her face into her hands, Y/n shot her head up at a small knock on the door. With no hesitation, she ran to the door and opened it, relief running through her body at the sight of Derek's warm smile.

She pulled the door open more and let him step in before locking it.

"What was it like growing up in Texas?" Derek stepped over to the window, staring at the cars on the street on the other side.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Everyone chanted.

"It's only one! Just try it!" He said.

"That's my best friend!" Y/n screamed at Daniela.

"It was pretty boring, not much to do." Y/n shrugged her shoulders and wrapped her arms around Derek's torso from behind.

"Looks like it," He joked.

Y/n buried her face into the shirt of her boyfriend, his cologne strong in her nose. They stayed like that for a while, the outside world disconnecting in the moment. The silence was interrupted by Y/n's phone going off at the sound of a new message.

"I'm going to head to my room and grab some clothes, ok?" Derek called out and left at the small nod Y/n gave in return.

James's name appeared on her phone, along with 2 new messages. Ignoring them both, Y/n grabbed her jacket and headed to the door, bumping into Derek on her way out.

"Where are you-" He started.

"I gotta go. I can't explain it right now. I just have to go," Y/n quickly rambled.

Derek eyed her for a second before kissing the top of her head.

"Just be careful alright?" He said, moving out of the door frame.

Y/n turned around and mumbled something into his ear before heading into the elevator. Derek closed and locked the door before he set his clothes on the bed and pulled out his phone, dialing Hotch.

"Derek?"

"Yea, it's me."

"Did you find out anything from her?"

"No, she just went out though, in a rush also. Follow her?"

"No, if she has her guard down, Garcia can track her phone in the worst-case scenario."

"Hotch man, this doesn't feel right. We're betraying our own."

"Y/n is hiding something. It's crucial to this case and we need to find out."

"Still isn't right."

"Neither is lying."

Sighing in defeat, Derek wrapped up the conversation and started the shower, the water flowing over his body with ease.

The bell above the door dinged as Y/n walked into the diner.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on the figure sitting in a booth towards the back. She walked towards and sat across, neither of them making eye contact.

"Your early," He mumbled.

"So are you," She scoffed.

"Why did you call me here James?" She looked up.

"Why did you agree to come?" He questioned back.

Instead of answering him, Y/n scooched to the end of the booth and started to get up.

"You can't pretend that everything is fine, not this time," James started.

Looking back, Y/n finally made eye contact with James and scoffed at his words.

"Excuse you?"

"You can't pretend that everything is fine." He repeated.

Taking a seat at the very edge of the booth, Y/n kept herself together as James continued talking.

"You do this thing where you shut people out. When you shut us out, shit gets bad. It can't get bad again. Y/n, we can't do this again."

"Bullshit." She mumbled.

"Oh? What about the day that Dani-" He flinched at the finger come at his face.

"Finish that sentence and I'm gone." Y/n threatened.

"Shit Cat!" Daniela's voice echoed throughout the floor.

"I'm not done with you just yet," Catarina teased.

Y/n swung the door open and gasped at the sight of her best friend in between her girlfriend's legs.

"Kitty? Dani? What the fuck?" She screamed, turning on her heels and down Daniela's stairs.

"Y/n! Wait," Daniela chased after her, only wearing Catarina's shirt.

"That's my best friend!" Y/n cried, leaving out the front door.

"... they all did you wrong." James's voice brought Y/n back into reality.

"Yea, they did," Y/n muttered.

"Did I? Did I ever do you wrong Y/n?" He questioned, his tone completely changing.

"Yes." She quickly answered.

"Really? When? I was the shoulder to cry on, I was the one who helped you get sober. I didn't leave like them. I didn't leave when you pushed me away, I stayed-" He started to ramble.

"You used me when I was vulnerable." Y/n accused.

"I used you?" James got up and walked over to Y/n, face to face with her. "Baby, you wanted it. You wanted me and I let you have it. Y/n, I know what's best for you, I'd never hurt you. I never did." He took her in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder.

"I'm not like them," He cooed.

After a few minutes, they both walked out of the diner, James's arm around Y/n's shoulder as they headed to the SUV.

"Thank you," Y/n said, unlocking the car.

"Anytime." James nodded and waved off at the car disappearing before him.

He pulled out his phone before hitting the number labeled as M. He let the person talk for a bit before rolling his eyes and cutting them off.

"I did not fuck her! And I told you, we have Y/n right where we want her."

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Four

Chapter Name: "Elevator Talks"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Cheat Sheet: Y/F/N= Your father's name

Content/Trigger Warnings: Drug Abuse Talk, Parental Neglect Talk, more smut flashbacks

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Everyone turned their heads to James and Y/n menaced him.

"As I said, her contacts are already informed about the victim's condition." She repeated, moving her hand from Daniela's face.

"Outside," Hotch demanded, already walking to the door.

"You can't proceed in this investigation-," He started once they were in the hall but Y/n cut him off.

"Why not?" She asked angrily.

"You cannot proceed in the investigation as an FBI agent," He finished.

"I'm not a local," Y/n caught on.

"Well starting tomorrow, you are, let's finish up and head to the hotel, we are all working on little sleep," Hotch nodded at the team, and James behind them.

Failing to push past James, Y/n almost screamed at his hand around her arm.

"Let me go." She growled.

James loosened his grip but didn't let go, instead, he leaned into Y/n so close he could kiss her in a single motion.

"Happy's Diner at 9. For old times sake." He whispered and let go, turning around while slipping on some clean gloves.

While James went to help out Rossi and Emily, Y/n went and helped out Derek and Aaron.

"Friends with her?" Derek spoke while bagging some evidence.

"I've never done this before Danny," Y/n stopped and sat back.

"Let's take it slow ok? Like this," Danny said, kissing down Y/n's jaw.

Her hands slipped under Y/n's shirt and slowly unhooked her bra, ready to pull her shirt off.

"Are you sure?" Daniela asked, wanting all of Y/n's consent.

"Yes."

Pulling her shirt over her head, Daniela got on top of Y/n and dragged her fingers up Y/n's body before pushing Y/n down on her bed.

She kissed down her body until Daniela reached the band of Y/n's skirt. Y/n nodded, and Daniela spread Y/n's legs open more, giving her access to her girlfriend's pussy that was now dripping wet in arousal for her.

"We used to be really close, college and stuff happened," Y/n grabbed the bag from Derek and handed it to the closest medical examiner.

"Sorry," Derek appeared behind her.

"It's ok. Danny lived her life more than most people have, she was happy," Y/n reassuringly shook her head.

"That was- that was amazing," Y/n breathed out as Danny got off of her.

Kissing her lips, Danny smiled against Y/n face, their naked bodies in complete contact with each other.

"Let's get you cleaned up pretty baby." Danny got up from Y/n's bed and headed to her connected bathroom.

As Spencer bagged the last cloth in the bathroom for evidence, everyone steered clear as Daniela was pulled out of the room in a white body bag.

Following behind, Y/n hopped into the elevator with her father and James, all of them silent until James pulled the emergency stop button.

"5 years? 5 years and no call? Are you even sober?" Y/F/N shot at Y/n.

"Don't." Y/n mumbled, her voice so low, it was inaudible.

"Your high aren't you?" He accused, pointing his finger in Y/n's face.

Y/n slapped it away, anger now boiling in her blood and tears nearly falling down her face.

"I'm clean now daddy! Look at me! I'm sober and happy! Stop it! Stop fucking accusing me of being high because I do something that you don't agree on," She cried.

"Why are you such a disappointment Y/n?" Y/F/N screamed.

"I'm trying!" Y/n defended.

"Try harder, get off your ass and do something, your nearly fucking 18, you have college soon. Do something with your life."

Y/F/N walked to the front door and was nearly out of it before he looked at his daughter.

"Just don't be a whore like your mother." He insulted before going off to work.

Throwing the nearest vase, Y/n watched as it shattered at the wall before picking her phone up off the kitchen island.

Clicking the most recent contact, the person answered on the second ring with a grumpy 'hello.'

"Can I come over?" Y/n asked on the verge of tears.

"Always sweetheart," The voice said, hanging up.

"It always seems to be the case, don't get mad at me because you fucked up your life Y/n," Y/F/N said.

"I just want you to be there for me daddy! Please!" Y/n pleaded in her rose gold dress.

"Work is more important honey, I'll make up to you, I promise," Y/F/N called out as he disappeared in the darkness of the parking lot.

"But it's my birthday."

"I fucked up my life? It was you! You did it, daddy! You didn't care, you love your job more than you ever will love me. You always have!" Y/n started banging on her father's chest, tears running down her face.

James stepped in between these two and wrapped his arms around Y/n.

"Y/n..."

"Y/n?" A voice called out from behind her.

"He left, again," Y/n turned around and walked into the open arms of her best friend.

"It's-"

"It's ok," James cooed as he rubbed his hands against Y/n's back.

"Fuck!" Y/n grabbed onto the bedsheets as James thrusted into her.

"Get off!" Y/n pushed away and pulled the emergency button again, this time resuming the elevator.

The elevator dinged as it started to open.

"Both of you can go to hell. Especially you daddy."

Y/n turned and walked into the open arms of her boyfriend and team, blaming the tears on her dead associate, leaving her father and James at the elevator.

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Nine

Chapter Name: " Reasonable"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Parental Abuse, Drugs Mention, Homophobia

Bold Writing stands for what happened at the station while Y/n was not present

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One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Four.

Y/n's feet clacked against the concrete floor.

Rubbing the palm of her hand against the outline of the pills, Y/n moved along the cars as she slowly walked to the station, this time her mind as empty as an open field.

The station was in her view quicker than anticipated. She pulled open the front door, the bell above it causing everyone who was in ear's views to turn their heads. Scanning each face carefully, relief swayed through Y/n as no face was anyone she dreaded to talk to.

Her relief was cut short as Aaron walked down the hall to her left with the team, her father, and James.

"That was all we needed to know," She heard him say as Aaron shook her father's hand.

James was the first to see her, alerting the rest of the people surrounding him by clearing his throat. Y/n made eye contact with James, her breaking first as her eyes fell to her feet. Thoughts of turning around and sprinting on her heels again popped in Y/n's head, but she ignored them and just looked to the floor.

"Y/n Y/L/N-Fields, please come with us." Emily moved from the center of the group and to Y/n, reaching out her hand to lead Y/n the way of the interrogation room. Y/n took it, keeping her head down as they walked past the group, eyes burning through her back as the pills in her pocket scream her name.

Emily opens the door and lets Y/n take a seat before heading outside again. Everyone is looking at the young female through the one-sided window, their eyes still leaving the same burning gaping hole.

Aaron and David come in, both faces stoic and tense. In hand, Aaron has a yellow pad and a pee cup while David has a blood test. Y/n's eyes grow wide at the objects placed in front of her before she sits up straight and lays her hands on the table.

"You aren't drug testing me." She says, her tone assertive but calm.

"But we are," David replies, looking over to Aaron.

"You understand that this is a federal investigation now? If you comply, these samples will not go on record but will be used for further inference. If you don't, they will go on your job record and you will be on leave effective immediately." Aaron threatened, leaving Y/n no choice.

"I'm clean." She mumbled as she rolled her sleeve for the blood test. Even if she wasn't, it wouldn't show for another 2 days, so it would be negative anyway.

Aaron said nothing as he opened the blood kit and wiped Y/n's inner arm with a sanitary wipe. Y/n winced at the needle entering her arm, the pain lasting as blood filled four tubes. Placing a bandaid on her arm, Aaron disposed of the needle in a different bag before opening the door and handing it to a hand outside.

Y/n may have not seen the person who took the bag, but she saw Derek. He was leaning against the wall across from the door, arms crossed. They made eye contact, this time neither one breaking it, just before the door closed.

"Do you need water?" David's voice pulled Y/n out of her thoughts.

Yes. Her throat was dry and scratchy.

Yes. Water would go well with the pills in her pocket.

"No thank you," Y/n looks up to David. He gives her the look of pity and sorrow and she feels herself hanging on by a thread.

"Come with me then," David holds the look as he turns around, cup in hand, and opens the door for Y/n.

Walking out, Y/n and David turn to the right from the small room while the team and others are on the left. David stands outside of the unisex bathroom as Y/n pees in the given cup. Washing her hands, Y/n stares at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes are red and her arm is now in pain. She feels like she's in one of those bad teenage romcoms, where the main character fucks up her life and in the end, it gets better. She's just waiting for her cue.

The silence lasts in the bathroom as Y/n bags her cup and places it on the small window ledge. She could run right now if she wanted to, but it wouldn't be worth it. Y/n turns on the bathroom faucet again and pulls out the baggie of pills from her pocket. 7 white tablets look at her as she takes one into her hand and shoves the rest back into hiding.

Just before she could bring her hand to her mouth and consume the evil, little miraculous wonder, David knocked on the door causing her to drop the pill in fright. Right into a puddle of "water," the pill went as Y/n hissed at the closed brown door.

"Fuck!" Her words echoed in the small room.

"Y/n? Is everything ok in there?" David's voice is muffled on the other side.

Instead of answering him, Y/n grabs the cup and pushes open the door, slamming the cup into the elder's hand and walking back into the integration room. She passes everyone, this time not bothering to even acknowledge Derek's presence, or his attempt to talk to her.

She slacks down in her seat and waits for the next person to walk through the door. It's Aaron again, with Penelope's laptop and a tape recorder in hand as he carries a file in his armpit.

"Before we start, shall I address you as Fields or Y/L/N?" Aaron precautions.

"Y/L/N, and only Y/L/N," Y/n says, voice cold as ice.

"Ok then, for the record, can you please state your full name, your age, and the year?" The first question leaves Aaron's lips.

"My name is Y/n Y/L/N, I am 29, and it's the year 2008."

Hotch scribbles Y/n's words down and opens the laptop. When he turns it to her, it's already open to a cheer photo from Y/n's sophomore year of high school.

"Please state who you recognize in this photo." Aaron opens the file that was once under his arm.

Eyes read the screen multiple times as the memories resurface in Y/n's head and the names leave her mouth.

"Sabrina Chains, Joanna McCarter, Daisy Miller, Rose Henry, Arianna Anderson, Megan Smith, Daniela Choi, Christina Middleton, and Catarina Paredes."

It's not in order, Sabrina is actually next to Daisy and Joanna is standing next to Daniela, but when Y/n recognized the face, she said the name.

"And who is this?" Aaron hits the right arrow key to move to the next slide. Y/n is horrified by what she sees. It's not another group picture or even a single picture of one of the women, it's a crime scene photo.

It's Arianna's crime scene photo, the only crime Y/n wasn't surrounded by the group for. The hotel room is way messier than others, the behavior completely changed from the last 3. Blood is everywhere, money and jewelry are splattered across the floor and there are no numbers on top of the body or anywhere for that matter. If the other kills weren't personal, this was. Arianna was killed by someone in rage and mixed emotion.

Just how Y/n left the team.

She can only look at the gruesome crime scene for so long until she reaches for the hood of the laptop to shut it off. Aaron is quicker and pulls it out of her sight as he switches to another picture of the crime scene, this time the bathroom.

Two looks and Y/n is ready to throw up. She trained for this, she worked her ass off for the last 5 years on how to keep her composure, yet, she's failing to keep herself together. The bathroom is a mess, clothes are ripped and makeup is smeared on walls, this unsub lost control or this is a new killer. Either way, it's not Y/n and there is no way that the team can possibly deem her that low.

"Please turn it off." Her voice is tense and demanding.

Aaron does shut the laptop and turns it to him. He takes a minute to write down his observations and proceeds with the integration further.

"When you left the Police Station, you were gone for 2 hours and 13 minutes, where did you go?" He asks, writing down the question as he says it.

"James, where is she?" David asks, handing Spencer a miniature Newton's cradle to calm him down.

Everyone looks at James for an answer. After Y/F/N was questioned, he and James were separated for the sake of the case. James was working on a different case file, wrapping it up on the end of the conference table while the team focused on Y/n.

"I'm not positively sure," James lied, rubbing the back of his neck as his handwriting started to get sloppy against the manila folder and its contents inside.

"Well, where do you think?" Derek spoke, his tone snappy and agitated.

After Y/F/N gave up his truth about Y/n's past and her drug problems, Derek was also questioned, not officially, just about how much he knew and what he wasn't letting on. Derek was honest with Hotch and the team, telling them he had no idea about Y/n's problem. Yes, it was true sometimes it intrigued him when they had date night and she never drank anything besides sparkling water, but when she blamed it on "past issues," he assumed it ran in the family.

He assumed because he trusted her.

And she broke that.

"Michael? The guy that Chief Fields couldn't stand? He lived right over here." James gets up and points to the computer screen. Y/n's last coordinates were still up so he dragged his pen across the screen, measuring out the distance for the team as he landed on the only colorful house in satellite view.

"I thought Michael was who introduced her into the drugs in the first place?" Aaron walks over to James.

"It's not really his fault, I've always told Y/n that she could've said no," James responds, becoming silent from everyone's glare at him.

"Saying no isn't easy," Derek mumbles, so low, no one heard him.

No one could say anything as another policeman came into the room frantically about a new body.

Y/n had only been gone 34 minutes at most. There was no way it could be her so quickly, but that didn't stop everyone's thoughts from going to the deep end.

As the team flies into the SUVs, Aaron orders Penelope to keep watch on Y/n's coordinates and dig very thoroughly of the lives of the 9 women, 5 now potential victims.

"Someone has it out for these women, and I wouldn't put it past that Y/n is the glue." He said, tightening his holster.

"I just walked around, took time to clear my head." Y/n lied.

Everyone knew where she was, but Aaron didn't call her out on her false truth and asked the next question.

"When was the last time you purchased any narcotics of the sort, Opioids, Cannabinoids, Hallucinogens, and or Stimulants?" Aaron asked, unsure he wanted to hear the answer himself.

"Last time I was in town, 5 years ago." Y/n lies again.

This time, half of the team is unsure if it's true. James knows deep down it's a lie, but the rest of them don't want to believe it.

So Aaron doesn't push.

"And the last time you consumed any of the narcotics listed before?"

This question, everyone wants the truth, everyone is determined to figure out if they let another team member sink into their addiction before their eyes or if Y/n truly did put her life here behind her.

"As I said, last time I was in town, 5 years ago," Y/n says, her tone changing. It speaks of truth, which tells everyone, even her father that she lied about the last time she bought drugs and where she was, but they don't care about that at this moment.

All they care about is her sobriety, they were still her family after all.

Aaron smiles internally as he writes Y/n's answer on the yellow pad, then ripping the sheet off and sliding it underneath the cardboard. When he does this, the next yellow sheet visible is not blank, it's all of Y/F/N's previous questions. The horrible lights make it hard to see all of them but it still shines bright on the first one.

"What was discipline like as Y/n grew up?" Aaron asks his first question.

The question throws Y/F/N off guard. That had nothing to do with the investigation, what did the FBI want to know about his parenting?

"I believe you were asked a question," David says beside Aaron, arms crossed.

"This has to do what with the investigation?" Y/F/N asked, finally understanding the concept of what he was being asked.

"Agent Hotchner, are you implying that I abused my daughter?" He accused, now not feeling so compliant.

"I didn't say anything to imply, did I, Agent Rossi?" Aaron says loud and clear, bringing the tape recorder to him.

"Not at all, but I think you should repeat it, someone seems confused," Rossi taunted.

"Y/F/N Fields, what was discipline like as Y/n, your daughter grew up?" Aaron demanded an answer.

"Reasonable," Y/F/N said.

"Reasonable how?" Rossi pressed.

"If needed, I taught my daughter wrong from right," Y/F/N replied confidently.

"Did you at any given point in time, use your power as a parent to hit Y/n as a punishment?" Aaron asked bluntly. He hated abusers, it was something about finding pain and taking it out on others that he just could never understand.

"I did. But like I said when it was reasonable." His mouth forms into an undeniable smirk.

Y/F/N's hand went across Y/n's face.

"I said I was sorry!" The girl cried, she was only trying to show her dad an A+ she got.

"You're always sorry, there was no reason for you to knock that down." The angry male pointed to the empty cup on the floor.

Out of excitement, Y/n's elbow hit the plastic cup and knocked it down, but she was backed into the wall before she could pick it up, dropping her graded test midway.

"Reasonable," Y/F/N mumbled to himself.

Anger filled Y/n as her eyes went over the word reasonable.

Never once was Y/F/N reasonable.

Never.

Clenching her fists, Y/n sits up straight and zones back into her conversation with Aaron.

"Can you ask it again?" She says, making straight eye contact.

"Your relations to Daniela Choi?" Aaron asks.

Y/n doesn't know how to reply, she knows Derek is watching so she has to careful with her answer.

"I was-," She gathers her thoughts. "We were pretty close."

It's not a lie. They were close, extremely.

"Who would you say Y/n was closest to?" Aaron asks James.

The team started the investigation from the very beginning, so now everyone was a suspect.

"I've got a funny feeling about that dude, Hotch," Derek says, but his judgment is clouded, he's angry and hurt so to make him feel better, Aaron took James in for questioning.

"Daniela." James's answer is short.

"Why?"

"They dated, for a long time, blew up our whole group," James explains.

"What group?" Aaron flies through the files that he brought in.

Instead of answering, James takes out a picture.

"He's prepared." JJ points out.

The picture is a cheer team, James is nowhere to be found but the first person to catch Aaron's eye is the babyface of Y/n, she in middle, engulfed in a hug by a female with curly mixed hair- Arianna he later finds out. He wants to question why James has this but James continues to talk.

"Not everyone was supportive."

"What?" Rose asked.

"I'm dating Y/n," Daniela said slowly, it was time the two told their friends, the thought of banishment slipping their minds.

"You and Y/n? But your both girls!" Rose exclaimed, as the pastor's daughter, she was raised to what she thought was right.

"So? My mom said it doesn't matter and we both know Y/F/N won't bat an eye." Daniela spoke for both her and Y/n.

"Guys! Help me out here, tell them it's wrong." Rose looked around the booth, empty cups filled the large table as her high pitch voice filled the empty diner.

"How is it wrong?" Caterina scoffed, she could never have the courage to do what Danny and Y/n are doing but she'll stand by them no matter what.

"The bible-" Rose protests.

"For the last time, not all of us live by the damn bible!" James slammed his hand on the teal table before them.

Everyone loved each other, no one cared for anyone's flaws, like Rose's, who always ignored everyone when they try to tell her they don't want to hear bible quotes, or Y/n who always inserts herself into drama.

They were each other's little family and until now nothing has torn them apart.

"I refuse to be around them and their sins," Rose shoved her finger into Y/n's, finally the young girl to stand up.

"And we refuse to be around you." Y/n's tone is cold and tense.

"We all do." Arianna stood up.

"Christina?" Rose looked at the oldest for help.

"You heard them, you can't hate one without hating all of us." She said.

Christina's word was final. If she said someone was out, they were out, no discussion. She just had to say the words.

"Rose, are you staying or leaving?" She asked.

"I'm leaving, my dignity lasts." Rose proudly held her head high.

"Bye then. You longer are allowed to hang out with us." Christina said with much more pride.

The 10 at the table watched the first walk away.

"Not everyone agreed." James rephrased his sentence, fists clenching in anger.

As James told Aaron how the day that Rose left the group went, his fingers dug deeper into his hand, and when he finally let go, crescent marks left their place.

"When you say close, what do you mean?" Aaron wants to hear from Y/n, James is not trustworthy enough right now.

"I had a relationship with Daniela," Y/n admits.

Hearing the words makes Derek turn on his heels and leave the group in the hall. He needs air, he needs to be away from Y/n right now. He told her he was sorry about her friend and she just went with it, in his eyes, she lied to him.

She did the one thing that he always asked not to.

"Derek?" Spencer's voice called from behind him.

"Not now," Derek says, but it's more of a plead. He doesn't want to take his anger out on someone who doesn't deserve it, he wants to take his anger out on Y/n.

Spencer leaves him alone and Derek takes a few minutes to himself. When he heads back to the station, he refuses to join back with the group, he heads back to the table in the conference room and starts working, the way his handwriting fills each paper and picture easing his mind.

As the minutes feel like hours, Y/n's interview is finally done and she feels bare. She hates how much she revealed, she hates how much has been stripped, how her walls came down and she had no say.

She hates most of her answers were lies that found their way into her truth.

But she won't tell them that, they don't need to know.

They don't get to know.

Aaron lets Y/n head to the hotel first, but when she steps outside, it's dark. Her phone is dead and her body is tired, yet her feet take her to the hotel doors, they let her step into the elevator and into her room. Her hands ache but they plug her phone in and they pull her shirt off. Her hands ache but they turn the knobs of the shower and unbutton her pants. Her legs hurt but they step out of the jeans and help her feet kick them to the side. Her body is a temple of pain but as she removes her bra and underwear, as she steps in the shower, as her fingers run over her body and squeeze the soap out of her cloth out, letting it slide down her figure, she finds her self sitting in the middle of her bed, the air silent where she finally lets her self cry.

So many years of bottling up feeling, so many years of trauma, and it took 34 questions to strip her of who she was. Every single question she counted, every single time she felt betrayed, she counted, her life was out there to know, memories she hid taunt her.

A knock on her door pulls her out of her thoughts.

When she gets up, she takes notice of the black shirt she was wearing 24 hours ago. The feeling of Derek's hand run up and down her body in chills as she walks closer to the door.

24 hours ago everything was peaceful.

Now it's a shithole.

Cracking open the door, Y/n is surprised, to say the least. Both people are silent as she opens the door more and lets the person step in.

"Derek-" She tries.

"No. You don't get to talk. It's your turn to listen." He says, meaning every fucking word.

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Semicolon

Pairing: BAU X Reader (No Pronouns)

Requested: No

Warning: Mentions of Depression and Suicide, Case Details, Talks of Addiction

Word Count: 551

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"We have a case," Garcia called out as she entered the conference room.

Everyone was on their feet and right behind her as she set up the screen before them.

"This one is in the Big Apple everyone," She started as everyone sat down.

"Four people have found dead in their homes, all shot to death, execution-style." She pulls up pictures of the victims and their crime scenes.

"This unsub crosses gender and racial lines. What connects them?" Morgan cuts her off.

"Jumping ahead is not very nice, Chocolate Thunder. But this tattoo that they all share on their wrist. I have no idea what it means, but it looks to be a semicolon." She pulls up another picture.

"Yea, that is a semicolon. Did you know a semicolon is used most when someone wants their thoughts to be connected? That is how a writer gives them equal rank." Spencer rambles.

"So why get a tattoo of it?" Hotch asks.

"It shows what they went through," I speak up.

Everyone looks at me with confusion.

"What?" Prentiss ask

"It's their reminder that they are stronger than they know. They may have been addicted to something and overcame it or went through some kinda battle with their inner self and pushed past it when they could have given up." I explain

They all share a look and Rossi raises an eyebrow.

"How do you know so much about it?" JJ asks but I can tell they were all thinking it.

I take a deep breath and roll up my sleeve just a little, showing my own small tattoo.

"My battle was depression and suicide. So many days of having no energy and then the thoughts of wanting to just end it almost took my life. I struggled with both for almost 5 years. So when I did get help and was truly happy, I got a reminder that if the darkness consumes me again, I'll always find the light." I teared up a little bit but quickly wiped it away.

Everyone was silent for a minute before Garcia spoke up.

"This time, we'll be there to help you."

"Thank you." I looked around until my eyes locked on Spencer.

He was looking at my tattoo so I flipped my arm around, making it fully visible.

He looked up at me, our eyes meeting, and gave me a quick smile.

"Garcia, go through the victim's medical history and we will brief the rest of this on the jet. Wheels up in 20." Hotch spoke.

We all got up and Garcia gave me a hug, before heading off to her office.

"Y/n? Can I speak with you please?" Spencer asks before I head out the door.

"Yea, of course." I walk over to him with a little smile.

After everyone leaves, he takes a deep breath and starts.

"You said you that they could have been addicted to something, right?"

"Yes, addiction is an inner battle some suffer with." I nod

"If I wanted one, would you take me?" He asks

"Of course, I have been meaning to get my freshened, so after this case?"

He looks a little confused.

"You don't want to know why?"

"It's your story, you'll tell me when you're ready." I pat his shoulder.

"Thank you, Y/n."

"Anytime Spencer."

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Ten

Chapter Name: "Mine"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Cheating, Smut

Smut Warning: Angry Sex, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Possessive Sex, Choking, Degradation, Restrained hands, Orgasm denial, Edging, Spanking, Aftercare

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Y/n nods and sits on the end of the bed. She looks to her feet and hands, not having the courage to look up to Derek.

She should. She wants to. But she just can't. Her brain can't concentrate on his words. He's yelling and walking back and forth. He's hurt and his fist are balled up. Yet, everything he's saying is muffled.

The time is moving slowly. Y/n knows it's not possible thanks to the lecture she received from Spencer months ago, but it feels like it.

"So you did huh?" Derek's words click in her mind as his feet stop before hers.

Y/n gives Derek a quick look of confusion before she resumes looking at her feet.

"I'm not shocked, all you do is lie to me." He crouches down.

"I can explain-" Y/n speaks, but Derek doesn't want to hear it.

"You've cheated, lied to my face, and broken my trust, you can explain that?"

Y/n is taken aback by his words. Cheated? No. Y/n's done a lot of things, she knows that, but she never cheated on Derek or any of her partners. She could never bring herself to stoop the lowest level of low.

"Excuse me? I didn't cheat on you! Yes, I lied, I did, but I fucking reasons. And yes, I broke your trust, and I'm sorry, but you do not, I mean do not accuse me of cheating on you." Y/n speaks with truth, she makes strong eye contact with Derek, hoping that if he does, this is the one thing that he'll believe from her.

Y/n has made many promises in her life. Especially to herself, but she has stayed loyal to only one. And that was to never cheat. To never stoop as low Daniela and to never break someone like she was broken. Y/n doesn't want to show it, but she's hurt that Derek thought she was capable of something like this.

As Derek is the one taken aback by Y/n's words, the thought of James having his hands on her overpowers him once more.

"So when? When did you fuck James?" Derek brings the chair from the table and drags it until it's right in front of Y/n. He sits- no, plops in the seat, and crosses his arms, silently demanding for an answer.

Y/n takes less than 30 seconds. "Before we met, way before, I swear Derek."

Derek's conflicted. How can he believe Y/n? For all he knows, she could've killed Arianna- "stop," he thinks to himself, this is still Y/n, this is still the same woman he's loved for years, and he even though he can't see it right now, this is the woman that has him ring searching in his mind sometimes.

This is still Y/n.

The same woman who lied to him, the same woman who broke his trust, the same woman who can't even look him in eye for more than 30 seconds.

This is not his Y/n, even if she is in her body, wearing just a worn-out tank top that shows her nipples so clearly, his gaze lingers. Or that the figure in front of him has the same marks that peak out the short tennis shorts that he left just less than 24 hours ago. But his Y/n would have told him about the way James's hands went all her body and the way he heard her moans.

He hates the thoughts of sharing- regardless of when, it's never been his thing. This conversation is not over between them, but as Derek gets up and tells Y/n to, he pushes the chair back and goes to fully lock the door, chains, and all. He throws his jacket to the wall so hard, the buttons make sounds against the plaster. He walks over to Y/n, making her walk back into the wall behind her in fear almost before he's pressing his chest in hers.

"Mine." His hand grips her side and by surprise, a gasp leaves her mouth.

"I said mine." Goes his other hand and this time, it's a moan that leaves Y/n. The same moan that James heard, the same moan that Derek is determined to pry the fuck out of her.

His grip tightens, not to hurt Y/n, but to leave his trail as he repeats the same words.

"Mine."

His breath is hot as he hovers over the shown parts of Y/n's skin. He's not giving her the satisfaction of his lips, she's going to ask; beg if she has to. As Y/n falls victim to Derek's touch, she doesn't let the whorish moans stop her from claiming whatever dominance she thinks she has left. It's not in her favor as the moans get louder and louder, almost testing how thick the walls are.

Derek doesn't like sharing.

It's just not his thing.

Hands cup her ass, hard and fast as he throws Y/n back onto the bed. Not rough, only a little bounce in feedback, but enough to make the tank top on her body rub against her figure and bring out her hard nipples more.

Derek pulls Y/n, legs first before he flips her around. She doesn't see anything, knowing it's safer to not turn around, but she does hear the way Derek's shirt hits the floor and the way his belt slips off. She doesn't hear it hit the floor like the shirt, in fact, she doesn't hear it anymore. Just the zipper of his pants and what she thinks is him kicking them to the side once they are off.

Her hands are suddenly pulled behind her and she can hear the belt now. She hears it wrapped around her wrist and the last pull that really secures the restraint. Derek's weight is added to the bed and he is in her ear.

"All you have to say is red, red and I'll stop." He says, waiting for an answer. Y/n nods but that's not enough. The slap against her ass makes the word "ok," leave her mouth, and even though she's unsure of what to come, the safeword replays in her head, calming her down.

Y/n can only depend on her hearing. The sounds of her shorts being pulled off her body and the sounds of Derek's hands to her ass again come first. The feeling of her soaked underwear gone makes her feel exposed but Derek's touch on her clit makes her feel comfortable again, even with the slow circles he draws at first, his touch is there and that's all the matter then.

But as he adds his middle finger and lets his index follow, his pace is no longer tiring, but hard to keep up with. The sound of Y/n's moans and Derek's fingers pumping in and out of her is what fills the room. Y/n wants to grab on to something so bad, anything, but the fucking restraint on her wrists only makes her seem pathetic with the "grabby hands" she does, silently pleading.

Her walls plead with her, clenching around Derek as her orgasm becomes closer and closer, just for Derek to remove his hand.

"Say it," The words follow another slap to her ass. "You're mine. Say it." Two more slaps, harder each time.

"Yours!" The cry leaves Y/n. "Yours!" She says again, her stigma still high from the missing fingers.

"This is what you want?" The same fingers trace over dripping her clit. He doesn't push onto it, just letting it linger as Y/n tries to move her body to feel something, anything.

"Squirming like a little whore."

Y/n rolls her eyes and is thankful Derek can't see it. He knows what she did, he knows her enough to tell but doesn't comment on it.

"Is this what you want?"

4 slaps across Y/n's ass go into the unanswered question. The first three bring pain, like the others, before the pleasure creeps up on Y/n.

The simple headshakes aren't enough and Y/n knows she's playing with fire.

Derek steps away from her, all of his warmth gone. The word red replays again until Derek's hands are on Y/n again. They are on her side, dragging her body down one last time. Y/n knows what's about to happen, but that doesn't stop the loud moan that leaves her as Derek inserts himself.

And he doesn't waste time fastening his pace. Derek's size stretches Y/n out faster than what she's used to and the way he holds her legs open from behind is no help to her. The only thing that's in his way is the fucking tank top. He didn't think that all the way through- but when his hand slips under it and grabs Y/n's breast, he feels her hands on his stomach.

The same pathetic hands that were grabbing for something moments ago.

The same pathetic hands that James probably ran his own through.

Derek leans in as close as he possibly could, slamming into Y/n as he wraps his hand around her throat. He squeezes, gently, the action not matching his pace at all, but he still manages to get his complete grip on the women below him.

Y/n is going to cum. She can tell and so can Derek. But as she cries out his name, he mumbles no and presses his fingers to her clit, rubbing fast. It makes Y/n jerk her body but her orgasm doesn't take over her yet.

Derek doesn't like sharing.

It's just not his thing.

Y/n is his, and his only.

"Mine." The word leaves Derek.

"Yours." Comes out almost immediately. "Just yours."

Not that Y/n could take it any longer, but as Derek tells her cum and fucks her through her orgasm, her body is already drained as Derek comes insides, one last thrust before he pulls out. He walks away to get a towel from the bathroom, one of the new ones that housekeeping put in while they were gone, and runs it under the faucet.

Y/n is calmer now, content as Derek presses the cloth to her body. She stretches her arms once they are free and winces as she rolls around. She looks up to Derek with a small smile that moves to the side when he presses his hand to her cheek.

Her legs are like jelly. They are like jelly as Derek helps her up to go pee as he starts the shower, and they are like jelly as they do shower. Her whole body is like jelly as Derek moves the cloth up and down her back, and she is so tired that when she finally rests her head on Derek's shoulder, sleep was bound to pull her under until Derek spoke.

"You need to eat something first."

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