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Day 45: Open journal

Dec 06, 2010 23:55

Has anyone seen a fucking older guy, white hair, wears a fucking suit and a panama hat? His name is Frank fucking Lundy.

It's kinda god damn important.

[Private to Derek.]

You. Me. Talking. Now.

{t-x}, [journal entry]:, derek morgan, castiel, debra morgan, gabriel, james t. kirk, {spencer reid}, [day 45]

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fucktonofcoffee December 8 2010, 02:32:51 UTC

[Debra didn't bother to respond to his message before she just walked over to his room. It was only because he'd been looking for her that the effort was made to actually go to him rather than waiting for him to come and talk to her. Every fucking muscle in her body felt like some douchebag was currently driving nails into them and there was an odd ache in her chest in addition to everything else ( ... )

fucktonofcoffee December 21 2010, 02:50:30 UTC

Deb noticed the lack of smile that had appeared on Derek's face when she said that. The detective had gotten used to it, used to the way that he'd be amused by the things she'd said. If she'd had the presence of mind, she'd note it, mention it and in the future would take advantage of it by saying even more outlandish things. But for now it just seemed another thing that Deb was doing wrongShe was doing so much wrong, she knew. It was probably pretty fucking unfair that she was here with him right now, that she was laying this heavy fucking shit all of his plate. Once upon a time Debra Morgan would have simply sought out her brother, but for the moment all she could do was find him. Deb trusted Derek, and it probably wasn't fair for her to do so. But the two of them had made a connection; it was simple and it was basic but it was a motherfucking connection. On the outside maybe circumstances might have made it so that the two of them ended up not having fuck all to do with one another, but here? Here there was nothing worth while but ( ... )

derek_morgan December 21 2010, 04:34:03 UTC

The hungry way she returned the connection he started was all the assurance he needed to keep going. Deb wanted to forget. Derek couldn't take her pain away but he could provide a distraction. He reached behind her and locked the door without leaving her lips for more than half a second. A full second was used when he stepped back to shed the a-shirt he wore. Another to pull off her shirt ( ... )

fucktonofcoffee December 21 2010, 05:54:09 UTC

When she heard the door lock behind her, Deb kissed him back just as quickly and ardently. She knew that she was probably being her god damn fucking idiot self and fucking things up again, but she didn't want to think about that. No, the only thing she wanted to think about was the heat that was ignited between them by touches of two-on-two ( ... )

derek_morgan December 21 2010, 07:00:56 UTC

They were probably tempting fate but neither of them appeared to have the ability to think clearly in the moment. Derek had no idea what was going through the mind of Debra Morgan. He didn't feel that he had any right to dictate who she thought about. If it was her ex that came to mind when she was kissed him, Derek considered him one lucky son of a bitch ( ... )

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