Prentiss

I spent two days with Derek and his family before they had to go back home. The team, Derek and I all ate at Rossi's again the same night. Rossi cooked this time and no one was hesitant to try it. We had a few drinks afterwards and then they went home.

I was the only one not hungover today and Strauss knew when she came in this morning. She lectured the team passive aggressively and told them not to let it happen again and then congratulated me for not being hungover. I teased the team about it all day and they were relieved to go home and get away from me.

Derek went to his place and I went to Rossi's but Derek texted me and said we needed to talk.

I put a jacket on when I heard him knock and opened the door. "Hey—"

"Walk." I pointed outside.

"…Okay." He turned and walked back off the porch. I followed behind him and we walked down the driveway for a while before we sat down. "Can I talk now?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Okay, can you please just not argue until I'm done explaining? And know that I am really sorry and that I love you."

I gave him a suspicious look and nodded.

"So…I don't know how to do this so I'm just going to say it. I think we should take a break. Split and see other people for a while."

I stared at him in silence, shocked by what he was saying right now. I couldn't speak or do anything.

"I'm moving to Chicago with my family." He added. "It's not you, Em."

"It's not you it's me right? Really, you're going to use that line? How the hell can you tell me that you love me and then say that? I did everything I could to make this work, Morgan."

"Morgan?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Go home." I stood up, "Have the time of your life in Chicago. Turn into the typical fuckboy you used to be. Or were you always that? Because maybe I was just so blinded by what I thought was love to see that you were fucking every other girl who would let you between their legs."

"Emily." He stood up.

"Prentiss," I corrected, "Bye."

I walked back towards the house quickly before he could say anything else or stop me. "Em wait!" He tried to stop me. I heard him a few steps behind me as I reached the door.

I opened it and slammed it behind me, locking it and walking through the living room. Rossi was in his study and walked out as I stormed passed. Tears were streaming down my face and I was sobbing. "Hey, what happened?" He followed me up the staircase but stopped at the bedroom door as I closed it in front of him. "Emily, come on."

"Night." I sobbed as I switched the light off and lay down. I picked my phone up and found JJ contact and called her.

"Hey Em." She answered.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh my god, are you okay? Why are you crying? Where are you?"

"I'm at Rossi's."

"Do you want me to come over?" She asked.

"Are you busy?"

"No. Will just put Henry to bed and he just got out of the shower and into bed so I'm bored."

"Then yes, can you please come over?"

"I'll be there ASAP." She said, "Don't do anything stupid and don't touch the alcohol."

"Thank you." I hung up and dropped my phone at my side.

JJ spent the night at my side, hugging me and letting me cry and scream and feel the pain that physically felt like my heart had been ripped into a million little pieces that were impossible to be put back together. It was like he shot me in the chest and everything I had ever known just left. I felt like my life had instantly fallen to complete shit. Who knew that this would not only be agonising mentally and emotionally but physically as well. I told JJ everything except that he was moving and she was furious with Derek and completely supportive of me.

She tried to make me stay home today but I refused to stay away from work just because he'd be there. I gave in and let her tell Rossi but I made her promise to do it while I wasn't around and make sure he didn't mention it to me.

I walked into the bullpen and greeted Reid and Garcia before sitting down at my desk. Derek was in Hotch's office and they both walked out a few minutes later. "Round table room." Hotch said to us as he walked to Rossi's office. I stood and walked beside JJ and sat down in my usual seat at the table. She and Derek had swapped seats and he now sat across from me.

Hotch stood at the front and motioned for Derek to join him, "I'm not doing this for you."

Derek cleared his throat and stood up, "Okay; so I'm really sorry guys but I just put in my two weeks' notice. I'm moving to Chicago."

The whole team looked at me and JJ sat up straight, "Anything else you didn't tell me?"

"Wasn't my thing to tell." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Um…why didn't you tell me sooner?" Garcia asked him.

"I didn't know I was until the other day." He said to her.

"Are you going to stay in touch?" Reid asked him quietly. HIs voice itself was miserable.

"Yeah kid." He nodded, "I'll come see you guys all the time."

"Yeah, I'd really rather you make sure I'm not here when you do." I said as I stood and walked out.

"Prentiss." Hotch tried to stop me but I shook my head and walked to Rossi's office. I sat down and waited for either him or Hotch to confront me.

A while passed before the door opened and I looked up. Derek walked in and closed the door behind him. He hesitated before walking over and sitting down beside me on the couch, "Look, I do love you, Emily, but I need to move and I need you to live your life the way you're supposed to. You're an agent; you're not supposed to be in long term relationships. You need short ones or one night stands or three night stands but not something so committed. Your job is your life. You don't have time for relationships."

"JJ has a child in her very happy long term relationship. Hotch was married. Rossi has been married three times. Garcia had several long term relationships. Reid would if he found the right girl. The only person in this team that can't handle work as well as a relationship is you, Morgan. You're not fit for this life and I know that now so you can leave." I stood up and walked out of Rossi's office. He and Hotch stood at the desks in the bullpen and I walked down the steps to mine. Derek followed me.

"That's not fair." He said, grabbing my arm and spinning me around.

"No. What isn't fair is treating someone like they mean the world to you and then just dropping everything you had with them. What isn't fair is telling someone you love them, breaking up with them a minute later and then telling them that you love them again. What isn't fair is you pushing this and dragging it on. It's over, it's done and you can have fun in Chicago." I burst.

"Emily."

"Prentiss!" I corrected loudly.

"The whole team is right there."

"I think they'll survive."

"This isn't all my fault, you know. You're not exactly trying here."

I raised my eyebrows, "I'm going to walk away. Don't follow me because I will quite possibly slap you."

"You can't run from it." He said as I turned around.

"I can run from everything." I assured as I walked to the break room. A few minutes passed before I sensed someone behind me, "Jesus Christ Derek, just leave me alone!" I said before turning. "Oh…sorry Hotch."

He raised his eyebrows, "You need to calm down."

"I know." I sighed, "Sorry for making a scene out there."

"Well at least we all know what's going on. Rossi and JJ are furious with Morgan, Garcia and Reid are torn and I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing here but I have an idea of a solution to the arguing at work."

I looked down, "You're going to suspend me for two weeks."

He gave me an apologetic smile, "I don't have to if you can assure me that you can work with him effectively."

I shook my head, "I can't work with him effectively."

"That also means that you wouldn't be able to be a part of the recruitment decision…"

"I'm sure whoever you all pick will be good enough for me."

"So you want me to suspend you?"

"…Yes…please?"

"Okay, two weeks suspension it is." He nodded.

"Thank you." I smiled.

He looked slightly confused as to why I would want to be suspended but he didn't question me. He nodded and walked out and to the team. I followed a few steps behind him and picked up my things.

"Where are you going?" JJ asked.

"Home." I said casually.

"She has two week suspension." Hotch said to them.

"Oh, now you did that on purpose." Derek said to me, "You have to talk to me eventually."

"Let me know when you grow up." I shot him a fake smile and walked away with my bag on my shoulder.

"Straight home please." Rossi called from my desk.

"Will do." I waved and walked through the glass doors.

The whole team except for Derek was sitting with Rossi and I in his living room. It had been silent for a while bar the happy laughter and talking coming from the next room where Henry and Jack were playing.

"You're letting him win, you know." JJ broke the silence.

I groaned and dropped my head, "Jayje, I really don't want to talk about it."

"Why?"

"Why? Because it just happened…"

"But you—"

"JJ." I cut her off and shook my head, "Don't."

"Okay." She sighed, "Do you want to go out? We could get you laid?"

I raised my eyebrows, "No thanks."

"Are you turning lesbian? Because I have a single friend—"

"No Garcia, I'm not turning lesbian." I rolled my eyes.

"Well can we go out anyway?" She asked.

"You can. I'm going to bed." I stood up.

"Not this again." Rossi said.

"What?"

"You're going to start going to bed early, you're going to distance yourself and you're going back to square one."

"I'm tired."

"You're always tired."

"Goodnight." I rolled my eyes as I stood up and walked out.

He was right. I was stepping back to square one.

And that's that. I've got more ideas that I may or may not write yet. I might take a break, life's pretty down at the moment.

Thank you ever so much to my regular readers, you guys are so good to me.

-A xx