Do You?

Chapter Two

"I'll be right back," I told Morgan as I shakily stood up from the booth and walked towards the restroom, begging my legs not to give out on me.
     I made it without collapsing, and I closed the door and locked it behind me, willing the tears in my eyes to just stay put. I knew I couldn't explain to Morgan why i was crying if I walked out with red eyes. I splashed cold water on my face, which helped me relax a tiny bit.
     After a few more moments of ragged breathing and fighting back tears, I felt confident enough to go back to Morgan.
     The sight I was met with when I walked out made my blood boil. The waitress, Amelia, stood beside Derek, positioned to where her chest was right in his face. Oddly enough however Derek looked uncomfortable. He was usually the lady-magnet, buy he didn't seem to be enjoying this.
     I slid into the booth, earning a slide glare from the waitress. "Oh, he's still here," she muttered under her breath.
     With a roll of her eyes, she stepped away from Morgan who instantly relaxed. She handed him a paper napkin. He glanced down at it before blushing.
     "Call me," she said with a wink before walking away.
     I forced a laugh. "Look at you always being the lady magnet wherever we go."
     He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm getting kind of sick of it honestly," he mumbled.
     "You, of all people?" I gasped in fake shock. "Now way."
     His face broke into a grin, nearly melting my heart. "Yes. I'm very tired of it."
     We both turned to our food, hungry from the long day of work.
     Once we finished, Derek took the napkin Amelia had written her number on and ripped it up into bits. "I won't be needing this," he said with a shrug when I looked questionably at him.
     "Oh," I mumbled.
The sudden, harsh ringing of our phones sent us both jumping from the noise.
     We both groaned, but answered. Hotch's voicemail started. "I hope you've all got a bag packed somewhere, we're going to Washington state asap," he explained.
      Derek and I made eye contact, both of us clearly upset about having to leave.
     Derek looked around for our waitress, but when he didn't find her he set down thirty dollars. "Let's go," he said.
     "I can pay for my own food," I told him.
     "Nah don't worry about it kid," he said with a shrug.
     "But-"
     "We gotta go. We'll worry about it later. Do you have a bag somewhere?" He asked me.
     "In my car," I told him.
     "Ok, we'll swing by and get it on the way back."
     "Ok. Thank you," I told him.

     Once we got seated in the car, I began fidgeting again. I saw Derek look over at me, but I was too scared to look back.
     "H-hey Derek?" I asked, my mouth going dry.
     "Yeah?" He said, not taking his eyes off the road.
     My face burned. "Do you-do you wanna be my... boyfriend?"