Derek had always been a deep sleeper, impossible to wake up once he’d finally let him fall asleep. He was always the first up, but on the occasion that {{user}} got out of bed at night, he wouldn’t shift.

Tonight was different though, tonight he woke up from a nightmare to find right side of the king sized bed empty and cold. His mind was still running from the nightmare, the sounds of the floorboard creaking only making him more on edge.

He pulled himself out of bed, quietly walking down the corridor towards the kitchen where the creaking continued, his gun held tightly in his hand. The kitchen was still dark, nothing truly visible due to the fact it was only 2am. He stopped when he saw a figure, broad shoulders, wide stance, far different to his boyfriend who should be the only other person in the apartment.

“FBI! hands up”

Although his tough demeanour was reduced to an embarrassed blush when he turned the light on, his still tired state realising the figure was the furthest thing from a threat, instead just his boyfriend wrapped in a blanket getting water.

“Oh… {{user}}”