(A little A/N - So I found out that my great grandpa was dying and so I stayed here in Iowa for longer to visit and spend time with him before he passed. Well, on July 14, 2018, my great grandpa Wendell Paul Wilcox (age 88) passed away from kidney failure. He was the best great grandpa ever and he fought his health problems for a long time. He was a brave veteran from the Korean war and served his country with his head held high. Goodbye Grandpa Wendell. You will be missed. See you in the funny papers. <3)
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(This is him and my father when they were both younger. :p)
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"Oh sweet mama! Aint this sweet thang going somewhere to-night!"
You rolled your eyes and pushed jokingly passed a smug-faced Derek Morgan. Indeed you were going somewhere tonight ... and you had to be there as soon as you could after work. Checking the clock, you realized work was over five minutes ago. You rushed over to your desk, your work clothes in a plastic sack, hurrying to get out of here and to where you needed to be. Derek followed behind you.
"Yes I am going somewhere very important tonight, and I need to be there soon." You stared at the mess on your desk and rolled your eyes. You sensed Derek's presence behind you and you knew that he didn't want to leave. You sighed. "Normally you are the first one out the door at five o'clock."
He smirked. "Well I guess I fancied to stay later."
"Oh wow that was a very ... odd and unusual choice for you to make," you said.
He shrugged and sat down on the edge of Spencer's desk. You looked amazing in your (f/c) mini dress and pumps and Derek was practically drooling over you. He had been crushing on you for such a long time, ever since the day you guys first met. You had taken the job of communications liaison after JJ had quit to join the team as a full time BAU agent.
All of the sudden, a loud cackling filled the area where the two of you were. The source: your handbag. Derek looked at you and you reached over into the designer Chanel handbag that you had obtained for tonight. Finally, your hand found what it was looking for and pulled out the earpiece you were saving to put in for tonight.
"Sorry Hotch what was that?"
"(Y/n) where are you? We need you over here now. It's almost dark."
Looking outside the window, the sun was already beginning to set, turning the sky into a beautiful blend of pink, orange, yellow and purple hues. "Right, sir, I'm sorry. I'll be there in five minutes."
"Okay, but make it quick. This is our one chance at catching our Unsub. Oh, and (y/n)? If you see Morgan, would you please tell him to get his butt over here too?"
"Sure thing I am on my way right now."
You hurried towards the elevators and turned the earpiece down, fumbling to put it inside your ear. Derek hopped off Spencer's desk and followed right after you, not at all happy.
