Cruel - Criminal minds enemies to lovers

The end of a big mistake

"Hey kiddo, how are you doing?" Rossi handed Morgan a coffee at his desk. Morgan hadn't been back to work in a three weeks, not since...

He stared at the briefing room. He could almost see her walking in there, the way her hair bounced when she walked, the way her chin slightly raised when she talked to establish dominance- he could see her everywhere.

"Thanks Rossi" Morgan took it.

"How's it been?"

"I miss her so much" Morgan felt an aching in his chest.

"I'm sorry" Rossi placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ready to go?" Hotch asked him, coming out of his office. Morgan stood up with a slow nod.

Rossi patted him on the back, he had to stay and look after the office with the rest of the team whilst Hotch and Morgan were gone.

Morgan followed Hotch out of the office, they met up with Reid who was on crutches by the car and drove away from the office

Morgan sat in silence in the car. He hated this part, he hated all of it but he hated the drive the most. Sitting in his thoughts, sitting in the silence, thinking of her.

They drove the 30 extra minutes. It had become a drive Morgan was used to, he came every week with Hotch and Reid when they were allowed to but he came everyday alone and just stood outside.

"We're here" Hotch's voice pulled him back to reality, he got out of the car and followed.

"Guns have to be left out here" a voice said, they nodded and placed them down. Continuing to walk down the hallway.

Morgan held his breath as the door opened and they stepped inside the room they had once walked into almost three years ago to offer Athena a deal to join the team.

Now, sat in the same chair, in the same prison uniform- she sat smiling at them.

"Hello again boys" her smooth voice danced though his ears.

Morgan smiled and sat in the chair opposite her, Hotch and Reid sat next to him. Unlike when they first sat in these positions all those months ago, they were happy to see her.

Her hair had grown longer, messier. It was pulled into a low, loose pony tale- most of the front pieces had fallen into her face which she then tucked behind her ears. Her features had grown sharper, her high cheek bones protruded off her round cheeks- they sat high and sharp. Her mouth nursed a small smile. Her eye bags had grown significantly but behind them was her soft gaze, watching them as they examined her. It felt like every time they visited her she changed.

The first week she was tense, scared even. Her hair was tightly tied back to avoid being pulled in prison fights or by the guards, her orange jumpsuit was crisp and buttoned all the way up to hide herself. Her body language was collected and domineering to try and compensate for how small and weak she felt.

The second week they came, everything was different. Her hair was disheveled, her uniform was missing the top three buttons and had rips in it from fights. Anger behind her eyes, a bitter tension in her body.

And now- now this week she was completely different. Her hair was loose but kept, her body language was causal- almost relaxed. She paid no attention to the guards glares, she sat patiently and casually in front of them. Her hands flicking a pen through her fingers, the guards watched it closely but didn't dare say anything. Morgan looked closer at the pen and noticed speckles of red on it- specks of blood. She gave a warm smile, knowing what he was thinking- knowing he knew what she had done and why the guard was so afraid of the pen. After all, seeing your fellow guard get pen jammed through his throat would make anyone scared of the woman who held it in her hands still, dancing it through her fingers like it was a feather, like it didn't hold the weight of the blood it had spilled.