this is me trying || s.r.

chapter • 1

As I step out of the elevator I grab my paper coffee cup harder in my hand. I go straight to my desk, being the only one in the bullpen. I have paperwork to be handed over by the end of the day that I'm not even halfway done with. I sit down huffing as I bury my face in papers.

I love the job, I promise but this part of it sucks ass. We catch the bad guy, the fucking end. No one wants to know how long it took me to chase him down the alley or what we profiled him as. It doesn't matter at the end of the day when he's behind the bars but apparently this is a part of the job description and apparently I signed up for this. Who knew? Well, not me.

I lean back and take a sip of my coffee as I hear the elevator doors open. Derek comes in with a coffee cup for himself in hand and winks at me as he puts his stuff down on his desk.

"Morning, doll," I say as I smirk. He seems like he's in a good mood today.

"Well, good morning to you, too," he pulls his chair next to my desk and sits down.

"You're chipper today. Wait, how do you say it?" I furrow my brows pretending to think. "Oh, yeah, you seem like you got a little lovin' Derek Morgan,"

I laugh. He nods, taking a sip of his coffee,

"That I did. That, I did. I recommend it, you should try it sometime."

I tilt my head to the side looking at him in shock. "I'll have you know, I do have a girlfriend and I'm pretty sure she can make me come twice as much as you'd make a random chick at a bar."

He holds his hands up in defence, raising his somehow perfectly shaped brows. "Okay, calm down, little tiger." I laugh at the pet name.

"I thought Sarah and you guys broke up," he stops to think for a moment. "A few times actually now that I think about it."

I put my hair behind my ears, clearing my throat.

"Yeah, it's been a little off between us but I think we're getting better. She's getting used to the idea of us being public, so that's nice. I think she was just afraid of what people would think, you know? It's fine, really, I get it. Not everyone's okay with their sexuality, it should be on her own terms."

Derek furrows his brows again. "It's been, what, almost a year, on and off? You're not public yet? I thought she was already out."

I take a deep breath, "Yeah, she is."

"And why the hell are you two acting like you're in the closet?" He seems confused and a little bit angry, maybe.

I hear the elevator door open for the second time as Reid steps out, holding onto his satchel bag's strap for dear life.

I turn to Derek."That, my friend, is a conversation for drunk Jackie to handle," I say as I shoo him back to his own desk.

"Well, I'll hold you to that, Gibson," I nod as I take my pen back in my hand.

I feel Reid passing by me, his bag slightly hitting the back of my chair. Maybe on another day, I'd assume he's being clumsy but the way his lips turn up at the corners of his mouth tells me he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Reid, I know you have trouble using that big brain of yours but please, pretty please, use it for both of our sake." I say, turning around to face his desk.

He puts his bag aside as he takes out four thick books. "It's not my problem you take up so much space. Try to be more tidy next time, Gibson. Maybe then you won't need someone else's brain to do shit for you. How does that sound?"

I clench my fists at my sides, looking up to him from where I'm sitting, god damn it, he's tall.

"Oh, shut up, at least this little brain of mine gets me laid, you should give it a go," I point to his sweater vest. "You gotta get rid of that though, it dries it up so quick, you wouldn't stand a chance."