Gold Blood (Criminal Minds, Derek Morgan x OC Fanfiction)

Who Are You, Elizabeth Dawson?

[Third Person’s Point of View]

“Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie!” tone of displeasure marked Emily Prentiss’ voice. The brunette switched her phone from her right ear to her left one as she took a sip from her cocktail glass, “I have been calling for seven times now. I cannot believe you missed Ricardo el Bombero Caliente!” Emily complained dramatically through the phone, her Spanish accent excellent. “I know, I kind of blackmailed you into coming. But, I mean, come on! Ricardo the Sexy Firefighter? What woman would say no to that show?” Emily giggled silently at JJ and Penelope whose grinning faces had turned slightly red from alcohol. “Be straight with me, Liz. Are you still a virgin? If you are, it’s okay to tell us the truth, we won’t judge. But know this, I don’t appreciate being stood up, girl. I fought teeth and nail over those tickets for our girls’night. By the way, you still owe me $160 for that ticket. Call me back if you don’t want me to charge you a hundred more for not showing,” she threatened, but it was an empty threat.

After all, Prentiss had a lot of money, and she didn’t actually mind spending them, especially on her close friends.

With that, she ended the call and the girls laughed to themselves. Penelope raised her cocktail glass, her voice slurred a bit, “To our teeny tiny baby bird, Lizzie,” she proposed a toast, “May she grow the balls to see male stripper naked one day.”

“Hear, hear!” JJ and Emily agreed, then the three girls laughed again.

***

Two days later, the team went back to work. There was no active cases so it was a slow, agonizing administration work for the BAU team members. Derek sighed at seeing the mounting paperwork on his desk.

The handsome agent toyed with the coin on his fingers in boredom. Before he realized it, his thoughts went back to Elizabeth. Again. He wondered what his favorite girl was doing right now. Maybe she was as bored as him; in that case she would’ve been munching on Cheetos, or she might be spinning in her chair as she sat on it while her mind flies a million miles away.

Derek began to imagine her innocent, adorable lost face she often had when she zoned out in her own world. So sweet. If he catches her doing that, he would stop the spinning of her chair, causing the red head to gasp in surprise. Then, just as she was recovering from her dizziness by the abrupt stop, he would wrap his arms around her from behind and gave her a kiss on top of her forehead. He would then turn her in her chair to face him, and he would see her smile and blush for him.

He caught himself smiling at the memory.

His thoughts of her brought him to his most recent memory of her. That night when she led a press conference to lure out their unsub, ‘The Puppeteer’, as the media had called him, Derek had been holding her close to him almost half the night before they were called back in.

He always loved holding and touching her; but that night was different. A threat towards her had been present then, and that had stirred his protective instinct to another level. He couldn’t sleep. He could barely think of anything else. Hell, he almost followed her into the bathroom just to keep an eye on her. So that night, he came into her room and hung out with her, just the way they often did.

But nowadays, those hang outs had meant something more for Derek. He found himself needing to be with her. To touch and talk to her. When he was happy, he loved to celebrate with her. When he was having a bad day, he would seek her comfort. When he was alone, she would star in his daydream. Before long, he began to want to kiss her lips, curious to see if he could please her the way he pleased so many other woman that he slept with. Then, he wanted to make her his.