I've dreamed of this

Chapter I

Y/n

Knock knock.

You looked up from the pictures of the 16-year-old victim found in the woods two days ago.

You had caught her killer today, and as you filed the case in the solved pile, you had felt it was your duty, or at least the respectful thing to do, to give her one last goodbye before you inevitably had to move on.

You hated this part of your job. You hated the need to not get attached. You knew it was right, that if you did start caring too much you wouldn't have been able to do your job anymore.

That if you started to think of the bodies in front of you as sons or daughters, as loved and cared for, you wouldn't have been able to help them anymore.

And so you didn't. You looked at everything objectively, only focusing on the technical aspects of it all, but for every case, Once you solved it or once, unfortunately, you had to give up on it, you granted yourself 10 minutes. 10 minutes of humanity and mourning in front of the tragedy you had just spent weeks treating with detachment.

And it seemed that today, your ten minutes had been interrupted.

"Y/n you coming?" Derek was smiling at you.

"Huh?"

"We're going to get a drink"

"Oh" you laughed softly "yeah, sure. Just give me a minute"

"ok, great" he turned away just to turn back around "I'm sorry if I interrupted your little ritual," he apologized with a genuinely worried expression.

You shook your head, of course, he knew about it. You always somehow forgot you were surrounded by people whose job was literally reading others "it's fine. Don't worry" you reassured him as he walked away from your desk, this time actually.

"c'mon pretty boy"

You had packed your bag, exited your cubicle, and walked to the glass doors to meet the others to find Morgan talking to a very unsure Spencer.

"yeah come on pretty boy" you joked as you elbowed the poor man.

Derek grinned "He says he's too tired" he nodded at him.

Spencer threw his head back in exasperation, his adam's apple in full view as he stretched his long neck, his honey hair falling back with it.

"Oh.Not a chance" you turned to him

"I really am" he mumbled

"Spence you need to relax"

"I can relax at home"

"come on it'll be fun" you raised your eyebrows "we can dance " his lips twitched into a sly smile "and have a drink with alcohol in it this time" you placed your hand on his arm and noticed how he gulped "and you can tell me all about whatever statistic there is about how dirty bars are and I promise I'll listen"

His eyes fell to the floor and then back up to you. You could see on his face he had already surrendered "You know I don't dance"

"We'll see" you smiled maliciously as his eyes traveled down to your lips.

He cleared his throat "I just- I have to get a thing from my desk"

"Alright just don't try to sneak out of here Spence"

"I wouldn't dare" he laughed, turning around.

You let your eyes linger on his frame a little longer before turning to Derek.

He chuckled

"What?"

He put his hands in front of him in defense, still smiling smugly "nothing. It's just interesting how he never seems to say no to you"