The Needa Know (A Demily Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"Is it me, or is you cold? Cause the feelins you ain't showin' pokin' out ya clothes;)" - Wale

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Dereck Morgan quickly swiped his card and watched the glass doors open for him. He made his way to the bullpen with a warm cup of coffee in his right hand, ready to start his day. His previous night was spent lying on his small sofa under a duvet, watching the latest Netflix chapter of Sabrina.

Dereck hardly seemed like the type of guy to watch supernatural fiction, but it was just something about Sabrina's entire story line that reminded him of his job, ironically.

When he got to his desk at exactly 6:30 am, he saw his partner, Emily Prentiss, already seated and working on her case load. He briefly wondered how she had spent her night.

Her dark hair was loosely curled over her shoulders, while she wore a plain red tank top and black work pants. She looked gorgeous in red, even though she hardly wore it to work. Emily seemed to be deep in thought as she scribbled something down with her right hand, while biting down her left finger nail. She didn't acknowledge Dereck until he said something to her first.

"Morning Princess", he let out while sitting his work bag down on the floor near his chair. Emily seemed startled by his greeting, her eyes temporarily widening and darting towards his direction. She calmed in a split second, and mumbled a clipped "Morning" greeting in return.

Her knuckles continued writing loosely on her notepad, turning whiter by the second. Oddly enough, she wasn't her chatty self with him this morning. Instead she was biting down on her bottom lip and avoiding his gaze altogether. She began to bounce her leg up and down rapidly when he walked over to her desk to talk with her as he usually did.

A worried look fell on Dereck as he looked back down at her knuckles, now white as ever. Before he had the chance to tell her to ease up, black ink broke out from the thin tube and spilled over Emily's hand and notepad. She broke the pen.

"Hey hey hey, what's up with you this morning, Prentiss"? Dereck asked worriedly while grabbing a paper towel from the kitchen area. "Someone had a rough night"?

"Just leave it, Dereck". She bit out, her face now pink to the ears. Ink from the pen was now running on her desk and other paperwork. Dereck was taken aback.

"Fine, leave ink all over your desk, see if I care", He spat back. He loved Emily, but sometimes she could get him so mad with her attitude some mornings. "Fine", She sat up and stalked over to the bathroom, leaving Dereck still standing at her desk with his face in a ball.

[Emily's POV]

It wasn't Dereck's fault she called his name last night in the shower, yet she wasn't ready to completely take the blame for that either. She had no control over what other people looked like, or the fact that the man she danced with looked like her work partner.

Even as she told herself this, it wouldn't settle her mind - she was scared. Emily didn't know if he'd turned her on because he looked like dereck or if he'd made her wet all on his own, regardless of his similarities with Morgan.

She'd hoped it was the latter explanation when JJ walked into the bathroom and asked her what was going on between her and Dereck, interrupting her thoughts.

She casually leaned against the counter facing Emily, her blonde hair neatly pulled into a low ponytail. An expecting look was etched across her face. She had saw the whole thing from her office.

"What the hell was that, Emily"? She asked in a low, whispered voice. Emily gave herself away, letting out a shaky exhale. She didn't have time for this.