Backdated to Day 50

[emily_prentiss]

Who: Derek
When: Mid-Morning
Where: Out and about town

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[derek_morgan]

With his hand patched up and primitive drugs for pain, Derek was in a slightly better state of affairs than he had been the night before. It wouldn't remain that way if he didn't ingest some food. The booze and narcotics could have a rather adverse reaction in his stomach. Then there was the small factor of where he could lay his head down.

He sure as hell wasn't up for facing Deb just yet. It took all he had not to choke her the night before and being hungover made for even less patience. In fact, he didn't feel like dealing with anyone at the moment. His sights were set on food and sleep. However, he would need someone to help with both endeavors. Life was a bitch.

There was a fleeting thought of asking Ziva for help. The woman had cooked for him before when they first met. Surely, she wouldn't mind something simple under the circumstances. The only problem remaining is that he didn't know where the hell she was. And the little matter of sleep. She didn't know him that well

[emily_prentiss]

She had started in the direction she remembered the restaurant being when she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. She turned, ready to greet him but the words all but the words died on her lips. She squinted at him, sure she must be seeing things. It had only been a handful of hours since she had left him and the colorful detective, what could have happened in such a short period of time?

"Christ, Morgan. What happened to you?" she asked, taking a few steps to meet him and eyeing his hand and busted lip in turn. "You get in the middle of a bar fight or something? Do they even have bar fights here

[derek_morgan]

And there she went. The damn pain pills needed to kick in a lot faster. He squinted, growing more aggravated as the sun shone in his face. His frustration lied in not picking up his sunglasses before leaving the bedroom. Maybe a little at the passing thought of how Deb was probably sporting them.

"I hit the wall when she pissed me off. She hit my face when I pissed her off. Happy?" he asked sourly, not really expecting an answer. Derek shuffled in place slightly as his hungover face left Emily to scan the town. "You eat yet? I need food before I throw up the drugs for pain."

Now he looked for an answer and returned his gaze back at Prentiss accordingly. Derek didn't exactly show it but there was comfort in having a familiar face. He wondered where Reid had disappeared off to but not enough to put the question into words just yet.

[emily_prentiss]

Emily's jaw dropped open. "She hit you