Criminal Minds Fic- Teardrop (Derek Morgan)
Title: Teardrop
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: A single teardrop was only the beginning.
Rating: FRT
Claim: Criminal Minds- Derek Morgan
Prompt: #5- insomnia
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see stuff like this on TV, suffice it to say that they aren’t mine.
Spoilers: “Lessons Learned”
A/N: For the 2x5obsessions comm. Link to my table. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
A/N#2: I’m actually trying het here…
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Penelope Garcia lied awake in bed, almost constantly reminding herself that Derek…that her Derek, was alive and well. Seeing the fire and knowing it wasn’t the gas main explosion that the reporter said it was sent something that was becoming too familiar through her- fear. For the second time in a row, Derek was put in the path of danger and had just barely escaped. Garcia rose from her bed, put her feet into her fuzzy purple slippers and left her bedroom, padding down the hallway until she reached the kitchen. There, she went about making herself a small ice cream sundae, complete with hot fudge and whipped cream.
She sat down at the small table that served as her dining room table and slowly ate the sundae as she remembered every excruciating detail. First was JJ’s voice, asking if Annandale was where Morgan and Hotch were, then Garcia slowly looked over to the screen to her left and immediately noticed that the gas main explosion being reported on the news wasn’t that at all. With a thundering heart and shaking hands, Garcia speed-dialed Derek, hoping with every breath that he and Hotch were alright. The pit of terror in her stomach grew with every unanswered ring. When Derek finally answered his phone, she was so relieved that she exhaled the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. It wasn’t until Derek said her name that she started functioning again. She knew if there was something really wrong with Derek, she’d know just by his voice. She did realize that there was something wrong with Derek…he was on a case where a fellow man died and there was nothing he could do. And so the case continued.
The sundae was gone but Garcia was no closer to feeling better or able to sleep, so she sat on her living room sofa and turned the TV on. She eyed the phone that was nearby, as if it were advising her on what to do next. After a few seconds of deliberation, she picked up the phone and dialed from memory.
A few rings later, she heard a groggy voice say, “Morgan.”
“Hey Sleeping Beauty,” she replied. “Sorry to wake you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Derek said, “What’s going on, my beautiful princess?”
“Your Highness couldn’t sleep.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
Garcia took a deep breath, then told him her tale. She finished with, “I guess that’s why I called. I had to hear your voice…”
“Anytime, baby, anytime. Do you want me to come over? I know I feel better when someone’s with me.”
“Derek…”
“I’ll be there in ten,” Derek said. “And don’t go getting changed, either. You’re always sexy to me.”
“I’ll be here,” Garcia replied with a small smile.
Garcia opted to use the time to pick up the area and wash the few dirty dishes. Once those were dry and away, she only had a few minutes before Derek was knocking on her door. After making sure it was Derek, she opened the door to find that he didn’t come empty handed. He dropped a duffel bag and a plastic bag on the floor by the door, then stood before Garcia.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said softly, smiling as she shuffled into his waiting arms.
She immediately nuzzled into his chest, her arms tight around his body. He held her tight, his strong arms around her shoulders. Kissing her hair, he whispered, “I’m here,” over and over again as he held her. After a few seconds, Derek felt his shirt getting wet, and knew it was Garcia’s tears. And so he held her tighter, murmuring whatever calming things came to mind as he gently rubbed her back. She soon stopped, but still wouldn’t let go.
He led her into the bedroom, where she curled into him and he wrapped his strong arms around her. Listening to the constant that was his heartbeat, Garcia’s eyes closed. And they remained for the remainder of the night.
FIN
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: A single teardrop was only the beginning.
Rating: FRT
Claim: Criminal Minds- Derek Morgan
Prompt: #5- insomnia
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see stuff like this on TV, suffice it to say that they aren’t mine.
Spoilers: “Lessons Learned”
A/N: For the 2x5obsessions comm. Link to my table. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
A/N#2: I’m actually trying het here…
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Penelope Garcia lied awake in bed, almost constantly reminding herself that Derek…that her Derek, was alive and well. Seeing the fire and knowing it wasn’t the gas main explosion that the reporter said it was sent something that was becoming too familiar through her- fear. For the second time in a row, Derek was put in the path of danger and had just barely escaped. Garcia rose from her bed, put her feet into her fuzzy purple slippers and left her bedroom, padding down the hallway until she reached the kitchen. There, she went about making herself a small ice cream sundae, complete with hot fudge and whipped cream.
She sat down at the small table that served as her dining room table and slowly ate the sundae as she remembered every excruciating detail. First was JJ’s voice, asking if Annandale was where Morgan and Hotch were, then Garcia slowly looked over to the screen to her left and immediately noticed that the gas main explosion being reported on the news wasn’t that at all. With a thundering heart and shaking hands, Garcia speed-dialed Derek, hoping with every breath that he and Hotch were alright. The pit of terror in her stomach grew with every unanswered ring. When Derek finally answered his phone, she was so relieved that she exhaled the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. It wasn’t until Derek said her name that she started functioning again. She knew if there was something really wrong with Derek, she’d know just by his voice. She did realize that there was something wrong with Derek…he was on a case where a fellow man died and there was nothing he could do. And so the case continued.
The sundae was gone but Garcia was no closer to feeling better or able to sleep, so she sat on her living room sofa and turned the TV on. She eyed the phone that was nearby, as if it were advising her on what to do next. After a few seconds of deliberation, she picked up the phone and dialed from memory.
A few rings later, she heard a groggy voice say, “Morgan.”
“Hey Sleeping Beauty,” she replied. “Sorry to wake you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Derek said, “What’s going on, my beautiful princess?”
“Your Highness couldn’t sleep.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
Garcia took a deep breath, then told him her tale. She finished with, “I guess that’s why I called. I had to hear your voice…”
“Anytime, baby, anytime. Do you want me to come over? I know I feel better when someone’s with me.”
“Derek…”
“I’ll be there in ten,” Derek said. “And don’t go getting changed, either. You’re always sexy to me.”
“I’ll be here,” Garcia replied with a small smile.
Garcia opted to use the time to pick up the area and wash the few dirty dishes. Once those were dry and away, she only had a few minutes before Derek was knocking on her door. After making sure it was Derek, she opened the door to find that he didn’t come empty handed. He dropped a duffel bag and a plastic bag on the floor by the door, then stood before Garcia.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said softly, smiling as she shuffled into his waiting arms.
She immediately nuzzled into his chest, her arms tight around his body. He held her tight, his strong arms around her shoulders. Kissing her hair, he whispered, “I’m here,” over and over again as he held her. After a few seconds, Derek felt his shirt getting wet, and knew it was Garcia’s tears. And so he held her tighter, murmuring whatever calming things came to mind as he gently rubbed her back. She soon stopped, but still wouldn’t let go.
He led her into the bedroom, where she curled into him and he wrapped his strong arms around her. Listening to the constant that was his heartbeat, Garcia’s eyes closed. And they remained for the remainder of the night.
FIN