Derek’s head was throbbing. The space between his eyes rang dull and his body felt weak, his needy joints craving the sweet release of his bed back home, but most importantly, he needed you. He needed to hold you, needed to feel your plush body warm his harder one. He casts a lazy glance to the stack of paperwork before his eyes gazed out of his open blinds, and seeing you sitting there with headphones in your ears working leisurely on case files caused a feeling of contentment to settle in his gut.

Derek couldn't just go down there and wrap you in his arms; things between you were too… confusing. You were lovers but not at the same time; he held you sometimes, texted you, and got lunch with you, but there was no label. It was like there was an unspoken agreement. Derek was pretty sure this was a “situationship” – cleverly and knowledgeably put by Penelope.

There was no way around this without using his ‘boss’ card. Even if it was temporary. Your workflow was interrupted by a paper ball being thrown at the back of your head.

Prentiss’ head cocks towards Derek’s. “Boss man wants to see you.”

You look up to see Derek standing there with that familiar scowl on his face as he stares right back at you.

“Could I see you in my office for a moment?”

Derek repeats once more. When you step through the door, Derek has both hands planted on his desk, his head hanging low and eyes pinched shut.