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He chucked his shoes off, sighing angrily. The damn unsub was taunting them, making them feel worthless and he wanted nothing more than to put the son of a bitch in his place.
Taking his shirt off, Derek fell onto the bed in his hotel room, not in the least bit tired, but Hotch insisted that everyone get some sleep to have fresh minds in the morning. Just as he was about to close his eyes and attempt to snooze even for a little bit, there was a knock on the door.
Derek rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with anyone right now. He knew it was probably Reid, asking to see if he was okay. He got up and made his way to the door, speaking to whoever was on the other side.
"I am not in the mood right now-"
When he opened the door, he was met with the bright eyes of Y/N. Her hair was a bit damp as if she just got out of the shower and she was holding in one hand two wine glasses and the other a bottle of the best white the hotel carried, which honestly wasn't that great.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"No, I thought it was Reid," Derek said, instantly feeling bad for scolding her.
"It's fine. I could tell this case is getting to you. Really anyone with eyes and a working brain can probably tell," she said with a sad smile.
"Wine?" he asked, a smirk approaching his features. She mimicked his expression and held up the alcohol. He opened the door wider, prompting her to make her way into the room.
Y/N jumped onto the bed, curling her legs underneath her and smiled up at Derek, handing him a glass before attempting to pop the cork off. When he realized she was struggling, he chuckled and grabbed the bottle, removing to cork with no problem. She rolled her eyes.
"I loosened it," she stated, holding out her glass.
"Sure thing, Doll," he said, pouring wine into her glass and sitting down beside her.
"To annoying-ass assailants and unstoppable agents," she said with a grin, holding his glass into the air. Derek raised his eyebrows.
"Cheers," he said, clinking his glass to hers before taking a sip as he watched her. Her hair was darkened due to the wetness and she was wearing a simple pajama set that looked incredibly silky. Her face was free of makeup and despite the heaviness of the case, her eyes continued to shimmer, an optimistic glint that made everyone around her hopeful. He admired so much the woman in front of him, and he didn't really realize it until now.
He suddenly felt his mind drift back to her pajamas, wondering what she was wearing underneath. Then he thought about this unsub, how patronizing he was and how unbelievably annoyed and tense he was from this case.
"So I'm sure the last thing you want to talk about is this case," Y/N said before taking another sip - no, a gulp - of wine. "We have all day tomorrow to think about it anyways, so I just assume we go back to high school for a moment."
