December 23, 2015

Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart

But The Very Next Day You Gave it Away

This Year to Save Me From Tears

I Give It to Someone Special…

Derek shook his head and rolled his eyes as he slammed his drink back down onto the bar counter. He had a strong aversion to George Michael and Wham! All because of this one stupid ass song. It was a constant reminder of the fact that he had lost out on the best thing that had ever happened to him. He had fallen in love and he had left her without a word.

He had never intended to fall in love with her. In fact he had intended to never tell her how much she had meant to him. However, every time he looked into those beautiful brown eyes of hers, every time she laughed and every single time she smiled, he found himself falling further in love with her. It didn't take a genius to realize that Derek Jasper Morgan was indeed royally screwed.

So, instead of ruining the best relationship with a woman outside of his family, Derek had quietly requested a transfer. He had sat silently, suffering his own painful love struck death, watching her be happy with someone else as he bided his time. Two years, six months , three weeks and six days later, Derek's transfer had come through and it wasn't what he had intended. He had asked for a field position outside of the B.A.U. And they found one for him in Kabul, Afghanistan.

Derek J. Morgan had been honorably discharged from the Marines well over a decade ago. His status had been reactivated and he was now Major Derek J. Morgan, United States Marine Corps. The title sounded nice, but there was no way in hell Derek truthfully wanted to go to a war zone. Yet, based on the letter that he had received, Derek didn't have much of choice. For all of his charming ways, he was not going to get himself out of this one and he had tried his hardest. Nothing had worked.

He had left Quantico, VA on December 25, 2010 at 0500 hrs and hadn't looked back. He left his home, his job and possibly a trail of broken hearts, but only one heart had mattered and that was Penelope Garcia's.

"You okay there, solidier?"

He looked at the pretty face before him and shook his head, "No , I'm not okay and I'm not a soldier."

His answer was curt at best and the look on her face said it all.

"You have on a military uniform."

"Doesn't make me a soldier. It makes me a Marine."

Derek didn't give her a chance to answer, he stood abruptly, dropped a few bills on the counter and walked out. He didn't want conversation, in fact he didn't want to hook-up. He wanted to curl up in bed and breathe the heavenly sent of Penelope. It didn't matter what he wanted anymore, because she was married… and it wasn't to him.