✨Warning! Unsub commits suicide so if that is triggering to you please don't read. Take care of yourselves, loves :)

If Derek Morgan were to be famous for anything, it would be his hugs. Anytime you were feeling low or scared or just had a rough case, you could count on him to make everything better with his arms around you.

You were just friends at the time when you first fell in love with his hugs. You had only been with the BAU for a few months, and it was your first time being the one to try and negotiate with the unsub. You felt bad for her, as she was a psychologically damaged teenage girl who had experienced years of abuse leading up to the murders she committed. You knew if the abuse never happened, she wouldn't be doing what she was doing.

You told Hotch to let you talk to her, as you felt you could relate the most to teenage girls. She was holding a gun to herself in her room. You put your gun in your holster and talked to her for a what felt like forever. Just when it seemed like she was going to drop her weapon, she pulled the trigger. You felt yourself crumble as a strangled cry escaped your throat. In your eyes, you had failed.

Time stood still as you sat there on your knees, in shock and in agony over what you had just witnessed. You watched the others move around you like you were watching a movie on a screen. Hotch running over and checking for a pulse. Him leaning back up after a few moments and shaking his head somberly. Reid standing next to him, calling for a medic.

You looked down at your hands and realized that you were close enough that a few drops of her blood had splattered onto your hands. You felt like you were going to pass out. Then something was blocking your vision and a pair of strong arms were wrapped around your shaking frame.

You realized somehow in your shocked state that it was Morgan. He was on his knees in front of you, pulling you close so that you could hear his pounding heartbeat. You felt his chest vibrate against your cheek. He was talking to someone. Your ears were ringing so bad, you didn't quite catch what he said.

You could've sat there for an hour, you could've sat there for five minutes. You didn't know. But when he released you, the girl's body was gone and so was everyone else that had been in the room.

"We need to take you down to the medics, okay?" He spoke softly. He sounded so far away in your head.

You shook your head, "No, no I'm okay, she's the one...I could've...I didn't save her, I didn't do my job-"

"None of that," he cut you off, "you did everything you could. You were so brave. I will not have you thinking anything less."

You whimpered, "I thought the people we dealt with would always be bad people. She wasn't bad, Morgan. She was hurting and broken."

Morgan pulled you back into his arms securely, his lips close to your ear, "I know, babygirl. We see a lot of unfair things in this job. But you have to remember how much good we see too. Did you see how the whole community came together to serve the victims' families?"

"Mmhm," you bummed quietly in agreement, your chin resting on his shoulder.

"That's proof that there is still more good than bad in the world. We just see more of the bad because we're the ones who have to look for it and try to stop it," he explained.

You nodded weakly, "you're right."

He pulled you back so he could see your face, pushing some stray baby hairs behind your ear, "I'm always right, babygirl." A faint smile creeped onto your lips, "There's that gorgeous smile. Now let's go get you checked out okay?"

Suddenly overcome by fatigue, you had no will to argue with him. You slumped slightly and he noticed how weak and shaky you were. Wordlessly, he picked you up, your legs around his waist, your arms draped over his shoulders and clasped behind his neck. You rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you out of the room, down the stairs, and out to where the emergency vehicle was waiting.

From that day on, Derek Morgan's touch was the only surefire way to calm you down or relieve your stress. He knew, and he eventually ended up offering hugs to you without you having to ask.

You came into the bullpen with a sour expression after a bad date? He'd tell you to bring it in (while ignoring the pang of jealousy in his chest). You were upset over a sad movie during your weekly movie night? He'd just open his arms. You texted him in the middle of the night saying you had a nightmare? He'd be at your door in minutes, ready to wrap you in a tight embrace.

Needless to say, after a while you began to crave more than hugs, especially as the two of you got closer and spent more and more free time together. The team would tease you two relentlessly about how you should "just date already." You denied it, but if given the opportunity you would date him in a heartbeat. You were certain he didn't feel the same.

One Saturday, as you were preparing things for your weekly movie night, you decided you were just going to come clean and tell him. It was bothering you that you two were so close and had promised not to keep secrets from each other, yet you were keeping the biggest secret of all.

You had made an abundance of popcorn and some chocolate chip cookies, Morgan's favorite. You were practically shaking with nerves, but a part of you was excited. A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts as you placed the snacks on the table before going to let him in.

"What's up, babygirl?" He greeted you with a signature Morgan Smirk, pulling you in for a brief hug.

You smiled. Despite the cold weather outside, he was toasty warm.

"What are we watching tonight?" You asked as you led him to the kitchen. It was Morgan's turn to pick a movie.

"Isn't that new romance movie you wanted to see on Netflix now?" He asked.

You looked at him with confusion, "But it's your night to pick."

"I know," he just smiled, "I think can sacrifice one action movie if it makes you happy."

You tried to ignore the heat that rose to your cheeks, "if you insist..."

You grabbed drinks and made your way to the living room, talking about everything from how your day went to Reid's new haircut.

Morgan gasped when you reached the living room, spotting the cookies on a plate on the coffee table, "Pretty girl, you outdid yourself."

You giggled, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly, "I guess it works out since you're letting me watch a romance movie."

Morgan groaned in bliss as he already had half a cookie in his mouth. When he spoke, crumbs flew out, "Woman, you could make me do anything with these cookies, they are perfect."

You cursed yourself for the blush that deepened on your cheeks, "Shut up, they're from a tub of pre-made cookie dough."

The two of you settled in for the movie, you on one end of the couch and him on the other with your sock-covered feet in his lap. The movie was a rom-com, and Morgan ended up enjoying it a lot more than you thought he would. Whenever someone would say something funny, he would laugh and give your ankle a light squeeze, causing your heart to skip in your chest. You had to figure out the right time to tell him.

After a while, he noticed your thoughts were far from the movie. He paused it and turned to you, "What's up? Do you not like the movie?"

"Oh, no, the movie's good," you said kinda distantly, nodding.

"C'mon, now, babygirl, don't play games," he said poking your side, "what's wrong?"

You wiggled around, drawing your legs in so you were sitting criss cross on the cushion next to him. You slowly faced him, choosing your words carefully.

"Have you ever loved someone you knew you couldn't have?" You asked, so softly he almost didn't catch it.

His eyebrows furrowed and he angled his body more towards you, "What's this about, Y/N?"

You took a deep breath, "Promise you won't freak out?"

"Why would I freak out?" He asked, his concerned expression deepening.

He was getting wrong ideas. You needed to just spit it out.

"I love you, Derek."

Four words. They hung in the air like a ton of cement blocks, heavy and waiting to come crashing down on you. The anxious knot in your stomach tightened as his face turned unreadable.

Finally, he spoke. Slowly, deliberately.

"You think you can't have me?" He asked, referring back to your original statement.

"Well," you searched frantically for the words to explain yourself, "you've always talked about not being ready to settle down and you're so confident and way out of my league, I've just always known you'd never see me like that."

You tucked your knees up under your chin, hoping if you squeezed them tight enough you'd disappear. You didn't.

"Babygirl...you really don't see it, do you?" He asked, his eyes full of emotion, but wether it was adoration or pity you couldn't quite tell. Not yet.

"See what?" You squeaked.

He placed a hand on your knee, gently pushing them away from you so you couldn't hide your face. He then moved it up to your jaw, prompting you to look at him.

"All that stuff about not wanting to commit? Because there's only one girl I've been wanting to commit to," he said with all the sincerity in his being, but it still felt too good to be true, "And if anyone is out of anyone's league, you're out of mine. You're sweet and compassionate, yet so full of fire and drive. I've been so lucky already just being your friend."

Your heart swelled at his words, but you needed to hear him say what you thought he was saying, "What are you saying, Morgan?"

He leaned in so close to your cheek that you could almost feel his lips on your skin, causing your breath to hitch.

He whispered, "I," then pressed a kiss there, "love," moved to the left cheek and kissed that one, "you," your forehead, then back to hovering over your lips, "too."

His lips were soft against yours, and your body melted against him, acting on its own volition. When your head finally registered that you were actually kissing Derek Morgan, you kissed him back with almost staggering fervor. He smirked into the kiss, tilting his head to deepen it. You reached up and placed your hands on either side of his face, pulling him impossibly closer.

He chuckled and reluctantly pulled his lips from yours, separating the two of you by a few inches, "Breathe for me, babygirl."

You giggled, the heat coursing through your body making its way to your face, flushing you pink, "Sorry, got a little carried away, didn't I?"

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his chocolate brown eyes studying every inch of your face, "Hey, as long as I'm the one you're getting carried away with, I'm not complaining."

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, all wrapped up in each other, the world around you seeming to fall away. Even when Monday came and the incessant teasing and money being paid up for bets began, you couldn't bring yourself to be bothered. You got the guy of your dreams. Derek Morgan was yours. At the end of the day, that's all that mattered.

Did I get carried away with writing this one? Yes. Do I regret it? Nope😗✌🏻 hope y'all are liking these little stories I somehow manage to scrap together.

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