A/N: I think I failed one of my quizzes today, and then I didn't hold the door for an old lady and she called me a cocksucker. So, ignore the fact that I just wasted a good 2 seconds of your life and leave a review! (I love them more than chocolate truffles)

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Derek Morgan could feel the burning in his blood, the hotness across his cheeks and rushing over his chest. It was a feeling of such loathing, disgust, and unadulterated anger that made closing his boss's door softly impossible.

"What the are you doing here?" He seethed, his dark, burning eyes meeting hers. She straightened her shoulders, not backing down from his glare.

"You didn't come home last night. I was worried about you. Shit, I'm s-" Her voice as such a fake apologetic ring it made him sick. Nothing about her even suggested she'd done something wrong, and she just looked bored and annoyed.

"Don't you dare fucking say it. You're not..you're not sorry. Everything that happened with-with john was completely intentional. I don't want your apologies, I don't want anything from you." His words hit her like a ton bricks as he stepped closer, the heat and anger emitting from his body being her wake up call. She could see that all his walls were up, and he was seeing through her. The thought of losing everything over one of many fucks panicked her.

"What the fuck, derek? You're mad at me for making a mistake? What about all the shit I went through with you? Where's my credit for that? You think you can just walk way, forget you ever got fucking married and start over? You can't derek, it's death do us fucking part!" She spat, watching horror cross his eyes.

"Jesus Christ, I was drunk when I married you. It feels like one bad dream, to be honest. I don't want anything to do with you. You can have the house if you want, I'll buy another one."

"Fuck me if you will! Every penny of money you have, derek, it's mine too. You know why? Because I was there when everyone fucking ditched you. You don't think I wanted to go on vacation that year? Go out with my friends and not have to babysit my crybaby boyfriend? I earned that fucking money. You're not leaving."

"Yeah? Watch me." He stated seriously, turning on his heels and exiting the office. A frown formed on his forehead as he thought more and more about what she'd said, and the possibility of her getting most of the money his father left angered him to no end. Before long, he rounded the corner and walked straight into none other than Penelope.

"Hey," She smiled widely, flashing her teeth as her entire face lit up. The team had left the office a while ago, and Hotch had said something about Derek meeting up with them later. She didn't know where he'd gone, but was glad to see him. Derek froze for a second upon seeing her, never having really witnessed someone looking so genuinely pleased to see him.

"Hi." He croaked after a minute, his dark eyes dazed. She wondered what was wrong but her mental question was forgotten as soon as Arielle walked up behind him. Penelope suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable.

"This bitch works here, too? Shit, and you're fucking spending every night here late, what do you do, fuck her in the copy room? This one looks like she sure can take a lot." His wife scoffed, her emerald eyes washing over Penelope as though she was a bad taste in her mouth. Her small, skinny frame standing at derek's side made penelope what to throw up. They looked stunning together, two beautiful people who would most likely make beautiful babies and here she was, fucking with that like some whore.

It had all happened in a fragment of a second, and derek had been too busy watching the blond goddess before he didn't really see Naggy-R-Us approach. Although when her words registered in his mind he turned to her, physically putting himself between them and looking down at Arielle. He was sure hid gaze reflected his hatred because she gasped taking a few steps away from him.

"Don't. You. Ever. Fucking. Insult. Her. What happens in this pathetic excuse of a marriage is you and me. She's not in it, she's not apart of it, so don't you ever look down on her or woman I will rip the eyeballs from your body. Apologize." He spat to her, his voice a low, menacing growl that alerted her he wasn't fucking around. Arielle rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Like I'm apologizing to that whore. What'd she do for you derek? Suck you dick and suddenly you're all knight and shining fucking armor?" She snapped, her words coming out fast and harsh. Derek felt like he head would explode, penelope was shocked shitless at how horribly they spoke to each other, and arielle was slowing realizing she'd just ruined her chances.

It was about 40 seconds of silence between the three before derek turned, grabbed penelope's wrist, and all but dragged her across the bullpen and through the glass doors. She knew he could feel her pulse drumming away under his fingers, and she wanted to ask him what the hell was happening but she found herself unable to speak around the lump in her throat.

It wasn't long before the cool outdoor breeze greeted both of them, and he freed her hand. Derek shoved his hands in the front pockets of yesterday's jeans and started walking down the sidewalk, forcing her to scramble after him. He took long, rushed strides, then stopped, walked backward a few steps, then squinted like a half blind person at an eye exam. After a few moments he rubbed the bridge of his nose and muttered under his breath.

"Are you oka-"

"Stop!" He hushed. "I forgot where the hell I parked. Why can't..." He sighed again, turning to face him as the cool wind ruffled his shirt. His plan to get to his favorite coffee shop was slowly sinking and words were getting jumbled in his head. He settled on watching her for a minute, how she was just standing there against the brick wall with nothing but kindness and patience in her eyes. Melting like a fucking 13 year old girl at a One Direction concert, he closed the distance between their bodies, covering his mouth with hers in a unsaid apology. She mumbled against his lips about them being in public but he couldn't bring himself to care, her lips were soft and warm and he was desperate to make her him the way about him that he felt for her.

"Derek, shit, derek!" She finally pulled her lips away, pulling back just enough to see his eyes burning with so many emotions it was overwhelming. He smiled sheepishly despite himself, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a way that made her heart stir.

"I'm sorry about, well, about everything. I know...I know i'm not the simplest man to be with but I-" He paused for a second, his hand reaching up and brushing away a lock of hair that blew across her face in such a tender manner, it made her shiver.

"You what?" She questioned, staring up at him with a look that suggested she'd choke him if he didn't finish.

"I want to be with you. I want to leave all this shit behind and I want...I want you to wait for me." His last words came out soft, slightly pained with a tittering hopefulness that she stopped breathing altogether.

Was he serious?

She looked back at his face and realized that no, every word he had uttered wasn't a sick April Fools joke.

And it made her heart stop and soar at the same time.

"Yes." She breathed, not even think about it because it was she'd started waiting for him the day she went to that gala as Kevin's date.

The smile that enchanted his face wasn't something she was ready for, nor something she could look at without once again losing her breath. She thought about how she'd probably die one day just by looking at him and forgetting to breathe because he just had that affect. His starling teeth shined and his eyes crinkled and he looked so happy. It was then that she forgot to think about his marriage and what an idiot she was, it was then that the world ceased to truly exist around her and it was then that pulled him closer by the buttons on his shirt and kissed him.

It was then that she realized Derek Morgan was worth waiting forever for.