Emily
Ever since that late night coffee shop date with Derek, I've kinda been giving him the cold shoulder. Distancing myself from him. I mean what if we don't work out? How awkward it would be working with him if we were to break up? Or trying to hide the fact that we're together from a team of profilers. I mean they'll eventually know something is up. And if they find out and fire one of us, then what? This is the only unit.
I'm so caught up in my thoughts until Spencer walks up to his desk.
"You okay Emily?" He asks.
"Oh yeah. I'm fine. Thanks Reid."
"You know if something is ever wrong you can talk to me about it. Right?" He asks looking at me with his concerned brown eyes. Sorry Reid. I can't tell you this.
"Thanks Reid. I appreciate it, but really I'm fine. Just tired is all." Which is a lie. He looks at me and nods a little. Maybe not totally beleving me but not wanting to pry. I'm glad he doesn't.
Just then Derek walks in. He doesn't even look at me. It's Friday. I'm supposed to go over to his house tomorrow night but I have no idea where he lives or more importantly, if he even wants me over.
Or if I even want to go over.
That night I stay late doing some reports but mainly just waiting to talk to Derek alone.
I sit for a half an hour waiting for a sign that Derek was almost done. Finally, I saw him finish his coffee and start to pack up some files. So I grab my things and walk to the elevator. Hotch is still in his office. I've never see him leave. He always stays late.
I get in the elevator and decend down to the parking garage. He should be down in a few minutes. I start my car and park it again closer to Derek's.
A few minutes later I see him walking out of the elevator with his keys in his hand. I step out of my car and take two small steps toward him so I'm just out front of my car. He looks at me, then puts his head down and continues to walk to his truck.
"Derek..." I start. He looks so hurt. But he just stops and looks at me. I choke on my words. "Are we still on for tomorrow?"
"Do you want to be?" He asks me. He sounds so cold and angry.
"If you'll have me." I reply. He bites his lip and nods.
"See you tomorrow Emily." The hurt in is voice is unbearable to listen to.
"Goodnight Derek." I say as we both get in to our vehicles and drive away.
I don't know how I feel about us. I love my job and don't know what I would do to support myself if they found out and fired me. My mother would certainly never help me. And what about Derek. The hurt I saw in his eyes tonight was awful. I couldn't work with him if thats how he looked at me. Oh if he only he had a different job.
I get home and say hello to my cat Sergio. He purrs as I pet him. I love this cat. I get out two bowls. One for me, and Sergio's dish that sits on the kitchen floor everyday. I fill his with cat food and place it beside his water bowl. Then I pull leftover pasta from the fridge, put some in my bowl and heat it up in the microwave. This is usually how my night goes. 42 seconds later, I pull out my hot pasta and sit down in front of the TV and watch a comedy show. It doesn't take long until....I'm fast............asleep.
