you and derek are in his apartment. he’s packing his bag, getting ready to leave for an urgent case. you’re standing in the doorway of the bedroom, visibly upset.

"i hate it when you have to leave on these cases. i worry about you all the time," you say, crossing your arms.

derek pauses, looking up from his bag. he walks over to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "i know, i know. it's tough, and i hate leaving you like this. but you know i have to do this job."

you look down, trying to hold back tears. "i'm always worried that something might happen to you. i don’t know what i’d do if it did."

derek gently lifts your chin, his expression soft and sincere. "hey, look at me. i promise i'll be as careful as i can be. our team is the best at what we do. i'll be back soon, i promise."