We got home late Thursday evening and on Friday morning, it was back to the office to take care of paperwork before the weekend arrived. Derek had promised me that we would do something special and I was antsy to get out of the office. We were starting the weekend off by cooking at his apartment tonight and it was all I could do to focus on the work in front of me, especially when he was sitting only a few yards away from me.
Around two in the afternoon, my Blackberry beeped loudly, alerting me to the arrival of a new message. I picked it up and saw that it was from Derek.
Derek Morgan: You and me, in the elevator. Now!
I grinned as I read it and then glanced out into the bullpen to see where he was. Our eyes met and he winked seductively. Thinking quickly, I grabbed my car keys and a stack of empty case folders, then walked towards the elevators. A few seconds later, Derek followed me, staying a little ways behind so we weren't terribly obvious.
The moment the elevator doors closed behind us, he had me pinned against the wall, his mouth assaulting mine with the most intense passion imaginable. Our tongues mingled and I tasted the Starbucks coffee that he had had on his lunch break.
"It's so hard," he whispered, pulling away when we were both desperate for air.
"What is?" I asked, wrinkling my brow in confusion as I gasped for air.
"Being so close to you and not being able to touch you," he explained, starting to kiss my throat, my jaw, my eyelids—everywhere but my lips.
"I thought we…" I paused as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot just behind my ear, "…agreed that we couldn't do this whole…elevator thing."
"Who gives a damn?" Derek asked. "They all know we're together, so what does it matter?"
"Strauss doesn't know and she'd probably have our jobs if she knew," I pointed out, trying to think rationally. Derek was making it very difficult, however, to concentrate on any one particular thought.
"Yeah, yeah. You're just trying to avoid telling me what a great kisser I am," Morgan teased, trailing his fingers down my arm.
"No, I'm saying that as much as I'd like to stay in here forever, you and I both have work to finish if we want to cook dinner tonight."
Derek sighed; He knew I was right. "Okay, we'll go back upstairs," he conceded.
It was seven-thirty in the evening and Derek Morgan was staring at what he thought was the most beautiful story he had ever seen. Aubry was standing in his kitchen, a flower-print apron tied over her jeans and tank top, cooking dinner for the two of them. Her long hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and she had on just a little makeup, but she looked incredible to him.
Taylor Swift's "Love Story" was playing on the radio and Aubry was swaying along with the music as she buttered garlic bread to go with the spaghetti and meatballs. Finally, Derek couldn't resist. He grabbed her hand and spun her around against his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"May I have this dance?" he asked, tickling her stomach.
"Yes, yes!" she giggled, taking one of his hands and putting the other one on his shoulder. The beautiful song drifted quietly through the room as they rotated slowly to the beat.
"I have a question for you," Derek told Aubry.
"What's that?" she wanted to know.
"Will you come home with me for Thanksgiving next week?" He held his breath, hoping and praying that she would say yes.
For a moment, Aubry was completely silent and Derek could tell she was turning the question over in her mind. "I'd love to," she finally said, smiling up at him. "But will your family like me?"
Derek's answer was to kiss her long and sweet as Taylor sang, " He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, you'll pick out a white dress. It's a Love Story, baby just say….yes!"
A week later, I was finishing up some last minute packing with only thirty minutes until Derek was scheduled to pick me up so we could head to the airport. I was nervous about meeting his mom and two sisters, Sarah and Desiree. What if they didn't like me? What if they thought I was wrong for Derek? My mind was filled with endless thoughts about possible outcomes of our holiday and not many of them were favorable. Emily and Penelope, who knew of our travel plans, had assured me that the Morgans were a very nice family. They were certain I'd feel right at home in no time at all. When I asked them what made them say that, their reply was simply.
"Because you and Derek are perfect for one another."
Still, I wasn't totally convinced, which is why I was having doubts about going now. Maybe I should just stay in D.C. and go to Thanksgiving dinner at Rossi's house, where everyone else was congregating. Just as I was seriously considering unpacking both my bags, my cell phone rang. It was Garcia.
"Hey, Garcia, what's up?"
"You're thinking about backing out, aren't you, my little gum drop?" She asked me, never skipping a beat.
"How did you—I mean uh…no! Why would you ask that?"
"Because, I have this feeling that you're going to try and beg off Derek. You know, tell him to go and have a good time while you stay home and do nothing but wish you HAD gone in the first place," she explained cheerfully.
I plopped down on the side of my bed. "You really should be a profiler, Penelope," I told her. "And yes, I was considering backing out. I'm so nervous that I think I've packed all the wrong things! I mean, what if they don't like me?" All my insecurities came out at once and I felt like a teenager telling my mother all my problems.
"Sweetheart, don't worry about a thing. The Morgan ladies will love you because Derek loves you," Penelope assured me.
I sighed. "I guess you're right. I'll go and make the best of it."
In fifteen minutes, Derek knocked on my apartment door and I went to greet him. He gave me a swift kiss and hugged me tightly.
"Hey, you ready to go?" he asked me.
"I think so," I told him, trying to sound confident. "My bags are ready to go. They're in the bedroom."
"I'll get them for you, baby," he offered, heading to my bedroom.
While he was grabbing the bags, I pulled on my army-green jacket and wrapped a black scarf around my neck. This was it; I was going to meet Derek Morgan's family. The next few hours would be crucial. If they didn't like me, it would most likely affect the future of my relationship with Derek. I prayed that they would like me and that I would like them.