The dense, late August summer heat, made the air hard to breathe. The strands of your wind blown blonde tendrils frizzing from the high humidity, in the blistering atmosphere. The sun was high in the sky as the morning hours bled into the early afternoon, it's rays at their peak of the day. Shinning down it's bright light across the crowded street, and plaguing the bodies lining it with it's suffocating heat.

You could feel the rays of sunshine burning down across your bare arms, feeling as though it was searing straight through the surface, as you didn't have a second to think about protection from the sun on your way out the door. Leaving yourself vulnerable in a thin black tank top and denim shorts, exposing your bare skin to the sun, like a blank canvas for it to paint it's light freely across. But you could feel it now, glaring down against your face that was already beginning to sweat in the thick summer air and from the racing of your heavily beating heart.

Your legs guided you more clearly than you mind had, as you jumped out of your vehicle that you parked by the curb down the street, and sprinted down towards the crowds that had gathered. The sidewalks that stretched for blocks, lined with miscellaneous shops and restaurants, were swarmed by not only congregations of curious bystanders, but police and emergency personnel. The surrounding buildings looked as though spotlights had been propped up and were now reflecting the bright red and blue flashes against the deep brick and white sidings. There were too many police cars to even try to count, as they were all parked and strategically angled in front of and around the large standing bank, in the middle of the small downtown strip. Ambulances blinked with their lights in the distance, hovering nearby in wait, and large black trucks and SUVS were sprinkled within the brightly flashing police vehicles. S.W.A.T. and the F.B.I. on the scene, making the panic already clutching tightly to your palpating heart, grow in the sickening churn of your stomach.

Sirens pierced the atmosphere, the shrill sound of emergency vehicles and chaotic chatters from hundreds of concerned citizens around you, echoed inside of your ears. The noise overwhelming and there was something about all of the pandemonium that made you feel small on that crowded sidewalk. As though you were an ant beneath the sole of your shoe, invisible to the eye in all of the commotion and easy to crush with a single step. It felt as though you were a ghost, as you tried to make your way through the mosh pit of alarmed and concerned bystanders. No one hearing your pleas to get through, or acknowledging your presence as you brushed past more bodies than you wished. It was almost claustrophobic, making your way through the maze of people that packed the street, having to push through the nicks and crannies that you could find in order to finally reach the front of the pack. Your hands pushing past, until they finally came in contact with the rough wood of the police barricades that were placed all around the bank. Keeping the public at a far and safer distance.

The sun hung high in the sky, directly above a shop across the street from you, which unfortunately meant that it's beams were painfully aimed towards your eyes. Making them squint in the shine from the blistering sun that you could feel burning through your skin, and even as you lifted your right hand to cup against your forehead in an effort to shield the glare, the light of the sun was still strong.

The scene that played out feet away from you, far in front of the crowded safety of the thick blue police barricades, was disorienting. For everything seemed to be nothing more than blurs of light and reflections and moving bodies that nearly faded into the background, the speed in which the entire scene moved made each action almost pass you by. For your eyes searched through the vehicles that lined the street like a messy car dealership. Trying to focus as they bounced from the flickering lights on top of the police cars, that made you see them in your vision far after you looked away, to the large black trucks and SUVs that belonged to the heavy artilleries and higher authorities. The scene before you was chaotic, the amount of movement making your head spin as all you wanted to do was scream out for everyone to stop, for time to slow, and to allow you to find the one person you needed to out of the crowd of police and armed agents. But if anything, it seemed as though the blue vested, heavily armed and serious personal moved at a faster speed, than the rest of the world. For out in the crowd of close, sweaty and worried bodies on the street, you felt as though you stood in a time warp where the seconds felt like suffocating hours, but out there, it looked like the pace was as quick as your anxious heart inside of your tightened chest.  

Your lungs burned as you tried to breathe, the air thick and hot and tainted with the scent of too many bodies in the same proximity. But it was made harder by the lump that sat in the pit of your throat, making it harder for the limited air you were already struggling to breathe, to find it's way down into your desperate lungs. Your hands shook, feeling as your fingers trembled against the slick skin of your forehead as you shielded your eyes from the wrath of the vengeful sun. And your legs felt like they were made of Jell-O, shaking back and forth as though they would snap in a moment like a thin twig in a rainstorm. The cheap and flimsy flip flops you slipped on your feet on the way out, doing nothing to help hold you steady. Your eyes burned from the sun and the sweat and scent of someone's distant perfume that was far too strong, but they watered as they watched the scene. Wide in fear and unable to blink away the moisture that was adding to the burning sensation, for you were frightful that in a single blink, you would miss that one glance at the person your heart achingly needed to see. 

Your eyes did fall upon a familiar face however, one that made both of your hands drop and cling to the rough wood of the barricade, and shout out through the loud void of the bustling scene in front of you. Her back was to you, the white writing of FBI on her navy blue bulletproof vest facing you, and her dark black locks were pulled up into a messy ponytail that brushed against the collar of her red short sleeve shirt. Her hands resting on her hips, as her weapon was ready and secured in her holster just below her fingertips on her right side, and she stood beside another familiar figure and a handful of officers. Her name rang endlessly through the heavily tainted air, the desperate shout falling from your lips like a cry for help, and just as your throat began to burn from the pressure, her head whirled around. The sound of her name on your distant and faintly recognizable voice, capturing her attention for the shortest moment.

Emily Prentiss's head swirled around, the loose strands of her hair cradling the sides of her face as they blew in the light wind. And her eyes widened as she spotted you amongst the crowd of nail-biting bystanders. You could see the confliction in her eyes, even from the distance in which you stood away from her. Her eyes looking at your face, and back over to JJ's who stood beside her, to the front of the bank now behind her, until her eyes finally returned to you. And it wasn't until you watched her feet begin to jog her over to you, that your lungs finally accepted a breath of air. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you going.

"What are you doing here?" Her words with the sound of your name fell from Emily's lips in an exasperated rush, as she stopped right in front of you on the other side of the barrier. Her eyes were wide, the deep brown of her irises enhanced by the dark mascara that coated her quickly fluttering eyelashes.

Releasing your bottom lip from your fiercely rough prison in between your teeth, an anxious habit that often drew blood, you looked to the kind and familiar but undoubtfully stressed face with tearful eyes. "Please tell me that he isn't in there, Emily. Please tell me Derek isn't the agent in there."

Your eyes welled further and your voice cracked at not only the thought that made you feel as though you were living a nightmare, but the words from the breaking news coverage that prompted your impulsive race down here, that echoed relentlessly inside of your head. Taunting with the fear that filled your body like water, weighing you down further and further as you sank towards the dark depths of the ocean floor.

"A gunman opened fire on a local bank early this morning, the third in a string of recent robberies in the DC area. Police have barricaded the area, blocking off streets and completely surrounding the establishment, with S.W.A.T. teams and the F.B.I.'s Behavioral Analysis Unit currently making their way onto the active scene. It is unclear at this time how many individuals are being held hostage inside of the bank, or whether or not there are any casualties, but medical vehicles are standing by. Shots were fired at 11:45 this morning, called in by neighboring businesses and setting off the alarms inside the bank, with officers approaching the scene only minutes later."

"We have sources sharing that the F.B.I.'s Behavioral Analysis Unit has been working the case since the start of the robbery spree over a week ago, and released their profile to the public after the second robbery. The man, penned between the ages of twenty and twenty five, is said to be suffering a psychotic break and has extensive access to firearms. The first robbery left one woman severely beaten and a teller with a shattered femur due to gunfire, the second escalating to one casualty and several injuries. The identity and motive of the man is unknown at this time."

"We've just gotten word from one of our reporters in the field, that one of the F.B.I.'s BAU agents has just entered the bank. As negations up to this point have fallen through, they have now sent in one of their own to negotiate with the suspect from what we can perceive. Again, there is no telling at this time how many civilians are still inside of the bank with the gunman and now F.B.I. agent, but S.W.A.T. snippers are up on rooftops and in position. We can confirm that the agent that went in was wearing an F.B.I. issued bulletproof vest, but holstered his weapon before entering. Walking through the bank doors with his hands up."

"Please Emily," You pleaded through the tears that were now dripping down your cheeks like melted ice cream in the relentless heat. Your voice no higher than a croaking whisper, and yet it felt as though you were screaming. The pain of your plea scraping against your raw throat like sand paper. "tell me it isn't Derek."

"You really shouldn't be here," Her tone didn't match her words, for there was empathy and a certain pain in her voice that softened the blow of her professional response. "it isn't safe."

Although she deflected and avoided to say the words to your face, the tone in her steady voice and the expression in her compassion filled eyes gave you the answer you already knew. Derek Morgan was the F.B.I. agent inside of that bank with an unstable gunman.  

The realization knocked the wind from your trembling body, and left you quaking with a fear so deeply rooted in the core of your being, that you nearly crumbled to the sidewalk right there and then. The only thing keeping you on your unsteady feet, was the white knuckling grip in which you held the wooden barricade in. The splinters scraping against the pads of your fingertips, the old and flaking blue paint chipping off beneath your fingernails that dug into the wood. It felt as though someone had stolen your ability to breathe, and that the only thing coursing through your veins was the terror induced adrenaline. Your body felt numb, as though you could barely feel the intense beating of your heart, that slammed against your chest like a caged wild animal. You could barely feel the hot tears that flowed down your face, drying against your flesh and tightening where they lay. And you could no longer feel the suffocating heat of the early afternoon sun, knowing your skin could be burning and peeling right off of your body and you wouldn't even notice. Not when the one person you cared most about in the entire world, was in mortal danger... not even a mile away from you.

You knew that Emily couldn't stay with you forever, and a part of you didn't want her to. She was good at her job, and the longer she spent consoling you on the sidelines was a minute she wasn't out there trying to help get Derek out of that bank alive. But it didn't make the sting in the sight of her jogging back over to JJ, Hotch and the other officers hurt any less. For she was the only glimpse you had into what could possibly be going on beyond the police barriers. Your only lifeline into the scene you were watching play out in front of you as though a suspense film up on a movie screen, except that this was real life, and the love of your life was the hostage with a gun to his head.

You couldn't stop the tears that ran down your face, anymore than the sun could stop it's rays from shinning down upon the pedestrians below it. They streaked down your cheeks like raindrops gliding down a window pane, leaving a reddened trail in it's path, as the salt in your tears made the skin around your eyes blotchy and sore. You could sense the tightening of your skin as they dried, only to soon be replaced by a new trail, but you couldn't quite feel the extent of the pain in which the acid like tears fell. Hot against your flesh like an iron brand, searing your swollen skin red. But as your glossed over eyes looked out at the BAU team that seemed to move in slow motion now, the thumping of your racing heart sounding as though a low snare drum in the background, you could only feel one pain... and it didn't come from the flooding of tears down your face.

The pain, that felt as though someone had reached down into the depths of your chest cavity and was ripping your beating and bleeding heart out with nothing more than their bare hands, resonated from the very center of your soul. And it was the most suffocating agony you had ever felt. For it overwhelmed you in a way you didn't think was possible, leaving your body feeling completely lifeless, even as the booming sound of your anxious heartbeat echoed inside of your ears, telling you that in fact you were still very much alive. It left you breathless; gasping for each breath as your lungs burned and the tears blocked your throat like boulders. Your thoughts were scattered, lost and completely shadowed by the fear that coursed throughout your body. It was debilitating, this pain. You felt hopeless and useless and powerless all at once. For all you could do was stand amongst the crowd of strangers, watching anxiously and praying strongly, that you would soon see Derek Morgan walk back out those frosted glass bank doors unscathed. 

You were standing out in the blistering August sun light, and yet, you had never once felt more in the dark than you did on that sidewalk.

Through the heavy noise emanating from the swarm of emergency and police vehicles, and the bustling sound of mindless chatter from the crowds, you could hear faint strings of conversations. Words, shared between stressed and nervous colleagues, floating through the air like a leaf caught up in the wind. Hitting your ear in loose breaths and in orders that differed from one conversation to the other. But you entuned your intent listening to the group you needed to hear from the most, the few that would know more of Derek's whereabouts and conditions more than any other officer on the scene.  

"S.W.A.T.'s getting antsy over there Hotch," Emily's voice was familiar and concerned, as you watched her ponytail sway with her bouncing steps as she walked with Aaron across the rough concrete. "if we don't hear from Morgan with some semblance of what this man wants, any way to get the unsub or the hostages out of there, they're going to storm the place. They can only wait so long, before needing to intervene. They're not a group good at waiting around."

"Our focus is getting all of the hostages and Morgan out of there alive," Hotch's stern voice floated through the air. And although the slight callousness to his tone left you unsettled on a few occasions you met him, today you were suddenly thankful to hear the intense nature of his character emanating his words. For it helped assure you that he would go to hell and back to make sure nothing happened that would jeopardize Derek's safety or wellbeing while they tried to rescue the hostages. 

"We're in the dark here Hotch, we haven't got definite eyes on exactly how many hostages are in there. How many are injured, dead. No clear shot on the unsub, from any angle. We don't know--"

And suddenly, all voices stopped. Conversations, sirens, shouts, all of the noise seemed to obliviate as a gunshot radiated through the atmosphere and shattered through the sounds that encompassed the active scene. A single shot, popping like a lone firework, but the sound that shot through the large cream colored bank building, held a heaviness that sunk down into your stomach like an anchor pulling your body to the floor. For your eyes widened with the realization of the gunfire, and watched as all personal began to swarm around the blocked off street like a colony of bees. Watching as everyone raised their weapons and ducked behind their vehicles for safe cover. Propping their hands up, in a stance that told you one more shot and they would be firing them and storming that building. The crowd around you bustled in terror, running off in different directions or cowering down towards the cluttered sidewalk. But your left hand gripped tighter to the wooden barricade, as your right shakily rose and covered your mouth as though to suppress the silent sob that was trapped inside of your aching throat. The pedestrians around you fled the scene, and yet you couldn't move even if you had wanted to.

For it felt as though your feet were planted within that cement sidewalk, left frozen in place by the debilitating fear that overwhelmed your trembling body. Forcing you to stand just as you were before the gunfire, but this time with a nauseating sensation in the pit of your stomach, that you were convinced was about to make you sick right there. It felt like your entire world had stopped. Even as you watched the team and all of the other officers very much active and on alert as they waited on edge, it felt as though your world came to a shattering halt. For as you gazed forward, through tears that shimmered by the blinding light of the burning sun, towards the frosted glass doors of the large bank, you felt as though your heart was no longer in your chest. That it was beating outside of your body, slowly bleeding in the possession of the man you gave it to long ago. For you knew, that the moment Derek Morgan entered that bank, he took your heart with him.

You were barely breathing, as you leaned your weight upon the sturdy wooden fixture your left hand scraped at. You could feel the hot air passing through your parted lips against the palm of your hand, but you couldn't feel any oxygen replacing the shaky breaths you expelled. Your vision was compromised by the tears that glossed over your sight like wax on a glass screen, the shine of the sunlight making it even harder to see through. And the scene before you seemed to move in slow motion, as though everything inched by at a snails pace with the heavy thumping sensation resonating in the background. Everything was silent, all sound gone from your ears as your wide and tear dripping eyes looked at the glass doors of the establishment, and it stayed that way even as you caught sight of the right one slowly opening up.

The tall door pushed forward, the brass handle bar glinting as it was hit by the light of the early afternoon sun, and you saw as all officers and agents raised their weapons. Ready to fire. Until a single sight passed over the threshold, and their weapons instantly lowered as a breath suddenly rushed into your screaming lungs. The entry way into the bank was far from where you stood frozen on the sidewalk, and yet, when your eyes fell upon the sight of a pair of hands extending out into the air to show that he was unarmed, you knew you would recognize those hands from any distance. The dark skin tone stood out against the backdrop of the pale cream tile that covered the bank foundation, and as his arms soon took form as he walked out of the building, you felt a wave rush over you. A tidal wave; returning sound to your ear, time to it's rightful speed and breath to your lungs.

It was a suffocating wave, for your lungs, that had been burning from the emptiness and constriction that pained your chest, were suddenly overwhelmed by the air that hit you like a hurricane. It felt like you were suddenly drowning, after standing in the middle of a burning dry desert for what seemed like an eternity. 

His strong arms inched slowly past the architectural corner built around the set of frosted glass doors, steadily revealing the warm dark flesh that made butterflies soar through the hurricane that was erupting within the pit of your stomach. The sight of his black ink swirling around his left bicep and disappearing under the sleeve of the heathered grey t-shirt that clung to his muscles, that in a different circumstance might make your trembling legs feel weak in a completely different way. His black leather combat boots hit the concrete that laid out in front of the entrance of the bank, and soon his entire body was bathed in the bright glow of the hot afternoon sun. And it felt as though it was an unearthly glow, as though God himself was shinning down upon Derek Morgan and answering the many prayers you had silently and desperately prayed out on the crowded sidewalk.

In a moment you thought that would for sure take your breath away, the first glimpse of his face, you were stunned to find that as your eyes fell upon his beautiful face, deeper breaths graced your aching lungs and eased your racing heart. For relief rushed throughout your body as though someone had poured a bucket of cold water down upon your soul, and you could feel the overwhelming solace at seeing him walking out of that bank on his own two feet, fill every crevice of your anxious heart.

His footsteps stopped as he reached the edge where the street began, and you watched as his team rushed towards him, S.W.A.T. on their tails to enter the establishment. His lips moved quickly as his eyes looked as though they were simply caught in a daze, and he explained what the scene inside of the bank looked like now. And you watched as the heavily armed team dressed in black swarmed the bank behind him. The sound that had once drained to nothing, seemed to be back with full pressure as it was before. The bustle of the scene and the sound of roaring sirens seemed to hammer inside of your ears, as the emotions that coursed through you made the whole moment seem fuzzy and disorienting. But as you watched Derek's team slowly disperse, and enter the bank after the S.W.A.T. team, he came into fully view again. Unobstructed by the crowd of colleagues and emergency personal needing to hear his insight and check his wellbeing. Leaving his presence completely in view to your still wide and overflowing eyes.

His hands hung on either side of his tall stance, that even from this distant looked exhausted and locked from the stress. His fingers curled into fists that sat still by the pockets of the dark black fabric that covered his legs and tucked into his boots, brushing against the empty holster that sat against his right hip. His grey t-shirt was shadowed in places by sweat, and something that you couldn't make out in the distance between you, but it looked darker than the sweat that soaked into the cotton fabric. And you could see the sheen of sweat that shone across his bare forehead, as the sun lent its light down upon the beads that glimmered in the glow. His face was marred with dark bruises that were already beginning to form across the flesh of his jawline and below his right eye. But it wasn't until his deep brown eyes slowly scanned through the crowds that lined the street, that you felt your racing heart abruptly skip a beat. For when his eyes suddenly stopped when they found your longing gaze, you felt your heart lurch completely out of your chest. And it was in that single sensation, that moment when his eyes looked to you from outside the bank with the same glimmer of relief reflecting back, that your adrenaline and heart took over.   

Your mind was no longer in charge, the consciousness that would normally tell you whether your actions were right or wrong or appropriate in that moment, was immediately silenced. For your hands ripped from their tight and now painful grasp on the wooden barricades, and you ducked below the structure with ease. Passing underneath, and soon your feet ran across the crowded concrete of the police car filled street at a speed that was far beyond your control. You couldn't think, your legs guiding you towards Derek who took a step forward off of the sidewalk and down onto the street. They ran on their own, with no consulting with your head before their sudden and spontaneous movement. You couldn't register anything around you, dodging between cars with nothing but your instincts to guide you, as your feet ran so fast you lost your flimsy flip flops along the way. Not even feeling the rough surface tearing at the soles of your bare feet, as you ran quickly across loose sediment and gravel. The wind blew against the reddened and raw flesh of your salty tear ridden face, and rustled through the strands of your messy blonde locks, that whipped around the nape of your neck and across the corners of your jawline as you ran. Nothing in the world could stop you in that moment, as you ran with all that you had inside of yourself. Nothing else mattered, as you ran towards Derek who made his way towards you.

Your feet scrapped against the concrete, and they didn't stop until your body collided into Derek's with an impact so strong that it took him by surprise. Even as he had seen you coming and had his strong arms prepared to wrap around your crumbling body. You listened to his soft grunt at the force in which your petite figure hit his much stronger and muscular one, as it sounded against your ear. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, as though you were a boa constrictor coiling yourself around a tree branch. And you clung to him with all the strength you had inside of your overwhelmed being.

His touch was nothing new. As his arms wrapped around your body immediately after the initial shock of your impact, the feeling of his muscular arms squeezing against your lower back with a strength that felt as though he could break you in half. The warmth of his flesh soaking through the thin material of your tank top, and underneath the tight grip of your bare forearms around his neck. But something about feeling engulfed in Derek's comforting and safe embrace in this moment, felt different than all of the other time before. This time felt surreal.

Everything about his being, his body, his actions was heightened as you clung to him for dear life. For the little things about Derek Morgan that you never thought you could take for granted, proved you wrong. Burying your face into crook of his neck, inhaling deeply the warm and slightly damp fabric of his cotton tee, the intoxicating scent of his skin overtook your senses. The sweat on his flesh mixing with the faint tone of his rich and spicy cologne he applied each morning, filled your chest with a tingling sensation. His hot breath fanned against your ear as he inhaled and exhaled deep breaths, feeling his chest rise and fall steadily with each one. And the calming motion filled your chest, that bubbled with anxiety and emotion, with a sense of serenity. As though a lullaby that was transferred through your body by the pressing of his heart against your own. The feeling of his thick, soft and yet faintly calloused fingers brush against your spine, sent a chill running over your skin. The effect raising the hair on your arms with little goosebumps erupting across your entire body, and you could feel the aftermath in your core. Soft flutters of love and comfort and security.

Your felt a relief filled sigh, trembling on the verge of an outright sob, fall past your lips. And you didn't realize that your tightly shut eyes were still leaking tears that were now soaking into the fabric of his collar. But Derek didn't care. His hands cradled you close to himself, and felt his heart settled within his chest as your warmth and presence grounded him back into reality. He felt as though he could stand on that chaotic street forever, as he held your trembling and sobbing body tenderly in his strong and aching arms. His eyes only opening as he heard the sound of shoes pounding the pavement in a single steady beat, growing louder as they inched towards him. And lifting his head just barely a fraction, as not to startle or disturb you in his tightening grip, Derek watched as Aaron Hotchner approached him.

His face was stern, as it always was. The lines in his forehead tight and unforgiving as his eyebrows furrowed slightly, whether in actual intent or natural habit, Derek didn't know. But Derek's eyes slowly met Hotch's that had a slight softness to them, lost within the swirl of professionalism that overwhelmed them. And before Hotch could even open his mouth to speak, Derek spoke to him with words not said out in the open air. Instead pleaded, though that of his brown eyes that drowned in the emotion and begged with every fiber that held your sobbing body. For Derek knew you shouldn't be here, on the scene past the police issued barricades or the area itself. He knew you shouldn't have come running onto an active crime scene when you had no idea whether the unsub was still alive inside or not. But when he felt you run into his arms, after the anxiety inducing experience inside of that bank, he didn't care about procedure or regulations. He didn't care if it ended up on the six o'clock news and Strauss or even Hotch came down on his ass. He didn't care about his reputation in that moment, for nothing mattered when he felt your arms wrap around him so hard it nearly knocked the air from his lungs.

And so, Derek pleaded to Aaron, for just a few more minutes to get to hold you close after feeling as though you were both losing each other. He begged the icy man who stood out in the blazing sun in a full suit and tie, to find the humanity and understanding inside of his hidden heart, for just a couple minutes longer. And with a slight glimmer of emotion that would've easily have been missed if Derek had blinked right then, Hotch nodded his head in the more subtle and slight way, but knew that Derek caught sight of it. And without a word falling from either of the men's lips, Hotch retreated back over to the rest of the team. Leaving Derek Morgan relieved with another minute to hold you close, before having to return to the chaos that had just ensued inside of that bank.

Closing his eyes, feeling the warmth of the burning sun behind his eyelids, he rested his chin back down against the top of your head. Feeling the searing sensation collected from the heat of the sunshine soaked into your frizzy locks beneath his slightly stubbled skin, and the scent of your perfumey shampoo invaded his nose in soft clouds of fragrance. He knew that there would be more interviews, reports, recollections and explanations to come after as he returned back to the bureau that afternoon, but for right now, he basked in the serenity of his moment here with you. Reunited in your loving arms, reminding him of the greatest thing he had in his life and all that he had to lose.  

A/N: Wow! Just... wow!!😍I was so excited to write this one shot, I loved the idea for this one when it came to me and pairing it with the heart-warming GIF above made me even more excited to write it!❤ I knew it was going to be a lengthy one as I was writing it, but I have surprised myself yet again! I didn't think I could surpass the length of some of my past ones, but this one has done just that! (Nearly 6000 words, what?!?) I wanted this one to be heart pounding and heart wrenching, I wanted you to feel the pain and longing and anxiety and the overwhelming roller-coaster of emotions in this one, and I feel I've accomplished that! I am so happy with the details and descriptions I created in this one, the scenes and emotion I was able to build. And that ending... I want to run into Derek Morgan's arms!!😍❤I hope you all enjoyed this one, I am so proud of it!!❤