Purple
Title: Purple
Authors: arwen_lalaith, inward_audacity
Category: Hurt/Comfort/Angst
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Summary: Tag to Sense Memory. When he'd met her, when he'd married her, when he'd begged her not to leave, he'd known that she was stubborn. Why, then, did it come as such a surprise when she did the very thing she insisted she had to do?
Derek;
By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. I’m so sorry.
I know I promised you I wouldn’t just pick up and leave like this...but anyone close to me is in danger - more danger than I realized. I shouldn’t have underestimated Doyle. I guess I just didn’t want to believe that anything could threaten our family like this, certainly not because of something I did.
I know we promised to always be honest with each other, but there’s a lot you don’t know about me. I didn’t want to keep it from you, I just wanted to forget it, I didn’t want to taint our life together with my sordid past.
I let you think he was just another unsub...but it was more than that. Before I came to the BAU, I was working for Interpol and I had to go undercover to crack Doyle. I lived with him in Belgium and went along with his wishes, played along as his clandestine lover, but then... Well, he was supposed to think I was dead. Obviously, though, that cover has been blown.
I’m sorry for lying to you. And I understand if you want your ring back now.
I’ve gone somewhere safe and I’m begging you not to come looking for me. It’s for your own safety. You should go stay somewhere else too - I don’t know how Doyle got our address or our phone number, but he knows now. No one else needs to know, I’m taking care of it. Please, just be safe and don’t go looking for him, I’m begging you.
I love you and the girls love you and we’ll be home soon.
Love,
Emily.
Derek let the letter slowly fall to the floor, rooted to the spot in shock.
Then, suddenly, everything came crashing down around him; all her words, the danger, the reality of it all hit him like a freight train. He sprinted upstairs, shouting her name at the top of his lungs.
But it wasn’t some sick joke and she didn’t come running back into his arms. Standing at the threshold of their bedroom, he found it in disarray; a safe - which he had never known the contents of - left open, her go bag and her hospital bag - in case she went into labour early - were both gone.
He couldn’t believe she was actually gone, that she’d really left...she’d promised.
He dashed back down the stairs and snatched his keys off the table, ready to hunt her down, no matter what she’d said.
But on his way out the door, he stopped in his tracks, an unfamiliar box catching his eyes. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed it before.
Gingerly, he pulled the lid off, just in case it were something dangerous. But inside, tenderly placed atop a layer of tissue paper, lay a single purple flower - a kind he was unfamiliar with.
He was left with more questions than ever. Emily had always told him her favorite flower was orchids...he didn’t know why this would be so significant to her.
Examining the box, he found no note, no return address, no postmark of any kind. He felt his blood boil as he realized that Doyle - or someone working for him - had been right here, right outside the door to their home, where they lived together, where they planned to raise their family.
Like hell, he wasn’t going to do anything! He was going to track down the son of a bitch and make him pay if it was the last thing he did. No one threatened his wife, his family and got away with it.
Authors: arwen_lalaith, inward_audacity
Category: Hurt/Comfort/Angst
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Summary: Tag to Sense Memory. When he'd met her, when he'd married her, when he'd begged her not to leave, he'd known that she was stubborn. Why, then, did it come as such a surprise when she did the very thing she insisted she had to do?
Derek;
By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. I’m so sorry.
I know I promised you I wouldn’t just pick up and leave like this...but anyone close to me is in danger - more danger than I realized. I shouldn’t have underestimated Doyle. I guess I just didn’t want to believe that anything could threaten our family like this, certainly not because of something I did.
I know we promised to always be honest with each other, but there’s a lot you don’t know about me. I didn’t want to keep it from you, I just wanted to forget it, I didn’t want to taint our life together with my sordid past.
I let you think he was just another unsub...but it was more than that. Before I came to the BAU, I was working for Interpol and I had to go undercover to crack Doyle. I lived with him in Belgium and went along with his wishes, played along as his clandestine lover, but then... Well, he was supposed to think I was dead. Obviously, though, that cover has been blown.
I’m sorry for lying to you. And I understand if you want your ring back now.
I’ve gone somewhere safe and I’m begging you not to come looking for me. It’s for your own safety. You should go stay somewhere else too - I don’t know how Doyle got our address or our phone number, but he knows now. No one else needs to know, I’m taking care of it. Please, just be safe and don’t go looking for him, I’m begging you.
I love you and the girls love you and we’ll be home soon.
Love,
Emily.
Derek let the letter slowly fall to the floor, rooted to the spot in shock.
Then, suddenly, everything came crashing down around him; all her words, the danger, the reality of it all hit him like a freight train. He sprinted upstairs, shouting her name at the top of his lungs.
But it wasn’t some sick joke and she didn’t come running back into his arms. Standing at the threshold of their bedroom, he found it in disarray; a safe - which he had never known the contents of - left open, her go bag and her hospital bag - in case she went into labour early - were both gone.
He couldn’t believe she was actually gone, that she’d really left...she’d promised.
He dashed back down the stairs and snatched his keys off the table, ready to hunt her down, no matter what she’d said.
But on his way out the door, he stopped in his tracks, an unfamiliar box catching his eyes. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed it before.
Gingerly, he pulled the lid off, just in case it were something dangerous. But inside, tenderly placed atop a layer of tissue paper, lay a single purple flower - a kind he was unfamiliar with.
He was left with more questions than ever. Emily had always told him her favorite flower was orchids...he didn’t know why this would be so significant to her.
Examining the box, he found no note, no return address, no postmark of any kind. He felt his blood boil as he realized that Doyle - or someone working for him - had been right here, right outside the door to their home, where they lived together, where they planned to raise their family.
Like hell, he wasn’t going to do anything! He was going to track down the son of a bitch and make him pay if it was the last thing he did. No one threatened his wife, his family and got away with it.