The Needa Know (A Demily Fanfic)

Part 8

"I still think you should talk to him". JJ and Emily were still stuck on the conversation they had last night. JJ learned all about Emily's friend's outside of work and their dinner party for next week.

After silently glaring at Emily and giving her the silent treatment for a total of five minutes, JJ earned herself and Garcia an invite. Not that Emily wouldn't have invited Penelope in the first place.

It was the next night and she was now trying to convince Emily to talk with Dereck. She didn't know anything about what had happened in Garcia's office a few days ago, but she did think that it was best for all of them to be getting along while on the case.

"Come on, it's only 11", She said checking her phone's time. "I'm sure he's still up working. Just pop in for a few minutes and talk. What Valquez said was inappropriate , yes, but his reaction to it was also uncalled for". JJ and Garcia were always the peace keepers of the group.

"Go in and tell him all is forgiven so we can get on with the case without you two beefing and then go home". She did have a point, Emily thought.

The case felt like it was dragging at this point, and the team wouldn't go any faster if two of their members were bickering.

With a sigh of exasperation, Emily lifted her pillow from her face and sat up. "Fine", she mumbled.

She was feeling stressed that they weren't seeming to be going anywhere with the few leads they had and fidgety waiting for tomorrow's interviews, but If she had to be the bigger person, than so be it.

"You owe me an ice cream, just so you know", she shot at JJ while getting up and leaving out.

.......

The lights were still on in Dereck's room when she knocked on his door. It was going on 11:30, but everyone knew that he'd still be up working the case while they all rested. Emily felt a slight pang of regret knowing this, and made up her mind to make things right with him.

"Come in", she heard him speak towards the door. She saw a short look of surprise on his face while entering, but it quickly turned hard and impassive the moment she closed the door.

"Thought you'd be sleep", he mumbled looking back down at his paperwork. Emily reminded herself that she came here to make up, but couldn't help getting frustrated at his dismissiveness. She waited a beat before answering him.

"I thought we should talk about what happened yesterday. You know, with Valquez". The more she thought back on what happened, the more she realized just how 'inappropriate' his joke was. Not that this made her regret laughing, though. He and Garcia literally flirted like dogs in front of everybody's face and no one ever even blinked twice at them.

No one ever says anything to him when he flirts with female detectives on regular cases, or when he talks about his weekend adventures with different women, or not being able to remember all his flings' names because there's so many. Thinking about it, Emily realized she was jealous of Morgan for being able to express his sexuality so out in the open, yet shame her for even laughing with someone.

"I don't think there's anything to talk about, Prentiss. I said what I said, don't let what happened yesterday happen again and there won't be a problem", he spoke slowly through clenched teeth while still looking down at his files. Emily felt a heavy lump forming in her throat and her face heating. How could he be such a hypocrite? He wasn't even looking at her, making Emily even more heated.

She closed her eyes shut in an attempt to calm herself. "Valquez didn't mean any harm when he - " ... She was cut off by Dereck's words. "Valquez, Valquez, Valquez, one hand on his badge and the other one right between your legs"..