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A Day at the Office (D.M)

This is a third part to "A kid???" directly following "It hasn't been easy"

So, if you haven't read either of those, I'd recommend you read them before starting this one!

⚠️Mentions of drugs, trauma dumping, abuse, LONG AS HECK

*Your POV*

Derek hugged me. And it was nice. I don't know the last time somebody hugged me. I've missed it. I ate a piece of strawberry and it was sooo juicy! It was super replenishing considering how many tears I just wept.

"What do you say about coming with me to work tomorrow?" Derek asked me, and I didn't know how to feel about it. "Are you asking me because you have no choice or because you want to?" I sniffled and stared into his eyes. "I want to give you a chance. Let you see what life would be like if you stayed beyond this month.." "Okay.. I'll go with you" I said while grabbing a chunk of a kiwi.

"Great, be awake and dressed by 7:30! Night Y/N, sleep tight." He put a hand on my arm and popped a grape into his mouth. He stood up and walked towards the door, "Wait!" He stopped in his tracks and I approached him. This time, I gave him the hug and he melted into it. "Thank you" I said, "For what?" "Letting me in.. and bringing me these fruits.. they're really good" "No problem, Y/N"

I devoured the rest of the fruits in the bowl and drank most of the water before taking it down to the kitchen and brushing my teeth to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up at 6:30. I needed to find a good outfit. I grabbed chocolatey brown long cargo pants, a white tank top, a pink sweater, and my pink Converse. I took a shower and got dressed before having a small breakfast, brushing my teeth, and washing my face. My hair was already done so I just styled it. I also put on one of my signature scrunchies on my left wrist.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror trying to see if there were any errors in my appearance. This is the first time I'm meeting these people. I have to look presentable. My mom always told me first impressions were everything. I miss my mom. Get it together, Y/N. No tears! Not right now at least...

*Morgan's POV*

I stood in the doorway of the bathroom as Y/N spritzed princess perfume on her wrists. She's really trying to have a good first impression. Her mom always said that first impressions were everything. I miss her mom. I saw her face falter in the mirror... "Hey- you okay?" I asked, "Hi- uh- yeah!" That was a lie. "Mhm... you ready?" "Yep.. just gotta grab my bag.." I moved out of the way so she could grab her small bag.

"You have snacks and water and-," "Yes, I came prepared." I was rambling like Reid. Yikes!

*Your POV*

We walked out to Derek's car and I waited by the back right door for him to unlock it. "You don't have to sit in the back ya know? It's fine if that's what you want— but you don't need to.." I nodded and stood in-front of the front passenger door instead. We got in the car and I buckled my seatbelt.

Derek began driving and I stared out the window. "Did you eat anything?" "Oatmeal" I responded, "You excited?" I shrugged, "I'm stuck doing paperwork today so things are gonna be kind of boring..." he started talking again, "Hotch is my boss and he can be tough on the outside but he's nice.. Everyone thinks him and Prentiss are a thing... Reid is mega smart and does magic tricks. We hate playing games with him— he always wins. I think you'd like him. And JJ—," "You can stop ... you don't have to talk to me, Derek"

*Morgan's POV*

Y/N cut me off and sounded disgusted by me. "I thought we were cool?" I responded, somewhat hurt. "Your job is part of why I ended up like this." Y/N trailed off. "Wh- what are you talking about?" I looked at her when I stopped at a red light. "My mom told me about you. About your job. That you didn't want to be tied down by a kid when this is your job. My mom knew you wouldn't want me— but she did. So she left, and after she had me, things were rough. She couldn't afford things and so she turned to drugs. And her stupid boyfriend Gerald took turns putting his hands on us.." my heart dropped, "My mom was too scared to call for help and so I did. I got him out. And it just got worse from there... if this weren't your job— maybe you would've wanted me. Maybe we'd be a happy family.. I could've still had my mom..."  there were now tears streaming down her face and we were at another stoplight.