work hard, play harder pt 2 - derek morgan

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TW: mentions of shooting/getting shot, please don't read if this is a trigger for you🤍

"We gotta go back out there, babygirl," Morgan panted against the tender skin of your neck.

You were down the hall from the bullpen in an empty office, the result of Morgan relentlessly teasing you throughout the day.

You tilted your head further to the side and tightened your grip on his shirt, "Nooooooo."

He chuckled deeply, and you felt the vibration of it against your skin, "Don't want the team getting suspicious, do we?"

"This is all your fault," you pouted, shoving him lightly, "You and all your teasing."

He leaned in and gave you a deep kiss before tapping your butt, signaling you to hop off the desk, "You know you love it."

You stuck your tongue out at him as you fixed your skirt and smoothed your blouse, following him out of the dark, vacant room. You quickly made your way to the break room for coffee. Derek waited by the bathrooms for a minute before following.

Prentiss was about to ask where the two of you had run off to when Hotch called everyone together for round table.

You had a case.

A couple hours later, you landed in Minnesota. You were freezing, having only worn a tee shirt and jeans, the rest of your warm clothes in your bag. Standing at the airport waiting for the SUV's to pull around, you shivered.

Morgan, who had subconsciously developed a habit of standing close to you at all times, noticed. You could've grabbed a jacket out of your bag, but you knew the cars wouldn't take too long to arrive. Morgan wasn't having it.

You didn't even realize he had moved closer to you until you felt at relieving warmth draped over your skin. It was his black puffer jacket.

You gave him a bright, appreciative smile, resisting the urge to peck his full lips in front of the others, "Thank you."

You set your bag down and pulled the sleeves over your arms. You had to roll them slightly back over your hands because they were too long, but you didn't mind. It was shelter from the cold and smelled distinctly of your favorite man in the world.

The SUVs were pulled around and you hopped in the back, Prentiss joining you. Morgan took the front seat, and Hotch drove.

"Cute jacket," Prentiss gave you a knowing smile, "Where'd you get it?"

You rolled your eyes, "You know Morgan, always saving the day."

Morgan flashed you a smirk in the rearview mirror. You were silently wondering how much longer the two of you could pretend to be just friends.

It was the little things like that throughout the week that made the team start to catch on. Usually you tried to be more covert, but both of your patience in keeping the secret was wearing thin.

Some of the things were noticeable but less questionable . Like how Morgan would always sit next to you, if possible, no matter where you were. Or whenever you left to get coffee, you would always singularly ask Morgan if he needed a refill.

The things the team really picked up on, however, had less plausible excuse behind them. Like how you both always disappeared for a moment before everyone split off for bed at the hotel (thinking you were sneaky in pulling off a goodnight kiss away from prying eyes). Or how, on one particular occasion, Morgan leaned over your shoulder to look at a piece of evidence you were examining and you turned almost kissing him before realizing where you were.

Oh, and the looks you two gave each other. Rossi and Hotch picked up on this particularly, as they both had been around the block a few times and knew that look on a young person.

So, one night towards the end of the week, after the two of you sneaked off for your goodnight moment, the team came together and devised a plan. Well, it wasn't mush of a plan as it was an agreement to interrogate the both of you separately after the case until either one confessed. Then, of course, they placed bets on who would crack first.

You could tell something was up when you entered the room first and everyone was staring at you.

You held up a water bottle, hoping your cheeks were as colorful as they felt, "I was just getting water before bed. I get, uh, super thirsty in the middle of the night."

They pretended to accept your answer, returning to their normal conversations and "goodnights." Morgan slipped in a few minutes later as the rest were trickling off in pairs to their rooms. Prentiss hung back to wait for you, as you two were sharing a room. Thankfully, Rossi caught her in a short conversion, just long enough for you to express your concern to your boyfriend.

"Der, I think they're onto us," you murmured, nervously raking your bottom lip between your teeth.

He shrugged, "I guess it's only right for us to tell them eventually. You know how we agreed we would once we were certain this was serious."

You nodded, quiet for a moment before speaking softly, "And it is, right?"

He met your eyes, full of seriousness, "I know it is for me. One-hundred percent. Is it for you?"

"Yes," you answered without hesitation.

He smiled warmly, "That settles it then. We'll tell them together when we get back home, yeah?"

You sighed, wishing you could just hug him or squeeze his hand or something. But you couldn't, not with Prentiss and Rossi so close.

"Yeah."

Both the team's plans and your own got a big wrench thrown in them the next day. One that no one saw coming.

Everyone was at the home of the unsub, ready for the takedown. You, Prentiss, and Hotch took the back while JJ, Rossi, Reid and Morgan took the front. At first it looked as if the home was clear. Every room had been checked except for a back room.

You knew Prentiss was in the hallway, just a few feet behind you. You freaked open the door to the dark room slightly, with your flashlight crossed over your gun. You scanned the room before entering, when suddenly everything became a blur.

You heard the shot before you felt it. You heard Prentiss scream for you and the firing of her gun several times. The unsub collapsed with a thud somewhere across the room from you. The light switch was flipped on, and it felt blinding.

Prentiss was leaning over you in an instant, as Hotch ran to check if the unsub still had a pulse. The world shifted and twisted, your whole body in full shock from the pain. Prentiss' voice sounded fuzzy as she leaned into the communications device on her vest, all but shouting for medics.

Then everything went dark.

Morgan rushed from the living room to the hallway, where Hotch told him to stay back. Medics pushed past him.

Morgan's face contorted with confusion, "What? Didn't you get him?"

"Yes, we did but-"

The medics returned, charging down the hall with you on a stretcher. The moment Morgan's eyes landed on you, his whole world turned to slow motion.

"No," he heard himself say quietly to himself, eyes following you as they carried you out, then again louder, "No!"

And then he was running to you. Full speed.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Hotch grabbed his arm, trying to get him to face him, but Morgan shook him off and continued to race after you.

He caught up with the stretcher as they moved you to the gurney, placing an oxygen mask over your face, "Y/N! Can you hear me? Babygirl, please, don't do this to me, please."

He was crying now. Harder than he had ever cried in his life. Tears of panic, tears of fear.

"We need you to stand back, sir," one of the medics said calmly as they began to load you onto the ambulance.

"No, I can't, I have to be with her!" He yelled.

"Sir, we're going to take her to the hospital-"

"I'm going with her," he demanded, "I'm her boyfriend. I'm going with her."

The whole team was gathered outside, Prentiss shaking and crying as she watched you be whisked away, praying you were okay. The others were worried too, but could only look at the unfolding scene with shock.

"Okay, sir, follow me," the medic said, hopping up next to where  you laid in the vehicle.

Morgan followed, then the doors were shut.

Seconds later, the ambulance flashers and sirens were on as it screeched off towards the hospital.

The rest of the team found Morgan sitting in a chair in the waiting room, elbows on his knees, expression absolutely exhausted, staring at the wall. He stood when he saw them approaching.

"Hey, how is she?" JJ asked, pulling Morgan in for a quick embrace. The others followed after.

"She's in surgery. Bullet went in near her hip and exited through her lower back. All they could tell me was that it punctured part of her large intestine, but they're confident she'll be okay," he explained, his voice low and croaky.

"I'll call Garcia and let her know," Prentiss said, "She's been calling nonstop since she heard."

"Can we get you anything?" Rossi asked, "Food? Water? Coffee?"

Morgan shook his head as he sat back down.

"It's actually very beneficial to drink water after crying," Reid chipped in, his voice small, "It helps replenish your body of the water it lost, and also helps soothe post-crying headaches."

Morgan mustered up a small smile, "Thanks, pretty boy."

Hotch and JJ stayed with Morgan while Reid and Rossi went to get Morgan and the others some water and snacks form the vending machines across the room.

"So," JJ sat beside him, nudging him lightly in hopes of brightening the mood a little, "you and Y/L/N, huh?"

He couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face when he thought of you, even if he was terrified for your well being at the moment.

"Yeah," he said, his gazed fixed on his hands, "we were going to tell you guys after this case. We've been waiting a few months to makes sure it's serious."

"So that's why you quit inviting me to your renovation days!" Rossi chuckled, "I knew something was different between you after that one time."

"Renovation days?" JJ asked.

"You know my whole house renovation hobby?" Morgan explained, "Rossi used to come help me every so often. Well, we usually did more drinking than work," he chuckled at the memory, "but one time a couple months ago he had to bail and sent
Y/N instead with a bottle of wine. That's how it started."

Prentiss had returned from her call with Garcia in turn to hear the story, smirking, "I knew it."

JJ patted him on the back, "We're all beyond happy for the two of you. She'll be okay. I have a feeling you two have plenty more renovation days in your future."

JJ was right. It took a several months, but you did make a full recovery. It was almost impossible for you not to, the way Morgan doted on you the whole time. He made sure you never missed a single dose of medicine and not one physical therapy session. He made sure to give you whatever you needed whenever you needed it, even when it was just a nice warm bath and gentle cuddles.

After recovery, you were finally able to return to your team and not have to hide your relationship with Morgan anymore. Life was good.

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