without you¹ | derek morgan. ✓

07 | reality

charlotte's pov.

"Hotch, I hope you don't mind, but I would like to take over this case. I mean, I have the most experience with New York here. I understand that I'm new and all, but I feel like it would be good. Plus, I could prove that I'm worthy of this spot on the team." I state, turning towards him.

Hotch nods, "You can make any decisions, but I overview them. If I don't like one of your decisions, I have full permission to change your idea." He states, sternly.

I nod, "You won't regret this, I promise." I state, climbing off the jet.

The team looks around, confused looks on all of their faces.

"What's wrong?" I ask, walking up to stand in the group.

Derek shakes his head, "They didn't send the SUVs." He states.

I shake my head, "No worries, I have connections to get us a ride." I pause, "And no, don't worry, it's not a cab." I state, looking up.

I watch as two black cars pull up, "I'd give us all access to limos, but I can't draw too much attention to myself. If word gets out that I'm here, paparazzi will never leave us alone." I state, groaning softly.

Derek chuckles, "You're really gonna rub in our conversation from earlier today?"

I shake my head, "Which conversation?" I ask, playing dumb.

Derek pierces his lips together, "The one we had before you left your house. The one about how rich you are or whatever." He states.

I giggle softly, "Oh, huckleberry. I'm going to show you how not humbled I am, because according to you, I don't work for what I do."

Derek's lips part slowly, "That is so not what I meant and you know it." He states, walking over to the cars.

I shake my head, ignoring him, "Hey, Victor. Hey, Louis. Okay so, we have a lot of destinations today, don't worry I'll pay you overtime. Okay so, first, Louis take your car to Local P.D., I'll text you details from there. Victor, take Derek, Spence and I to mother's. I have to pay her a visit before she reads that I'm back in a paper." I state.

Victor nods as Derek chuckles, his brow furrowing slightly, "Victor? Aren't you the driver from this morning?" He asks.

Victor nods, "Miss Charlotte had me flown back home. I didn't expect to see you guys again so soon." He explains.

I giggle softly, "Let's go boys, we have things to do." I state.

I glance over to Hotch who nods in approval, climbing into the other black car. I smile softly, my confidence boosting a bit. I turn to Derek and Spence, signalling for them to follow me. The three of us climb into the car as I let out a sharp exhale, butterflies rushing to my bottom stomach.

•••

The doorman opens the door for us, his smile warm and welcome.

The doorman's lips part slowly, "Miss Charlotte! You're home!" He exclaims.

I smile softly, "I am! It's so nice to see you again, Vanya." I state, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Who are your friends?" He asks, curiously.

I pull out of the hug, my lips parting slowly as I turn to face Spence and Derek, "Oh, right! This is Derek and this is Spence." I state, gesturing towards the both of them.

"Nice to meet you both. What are you all doing here today?" Vanya asks.

"FBI business." I state, winking slightly.