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The night you walked past;; Derek Morgan
Friday night is supposed to be simple. A crowded bar, a few drinks, and a rare chance for the BAU to pretend they’re not constantly surrounded by chaos. For Derek Morgan, that mostly means sitting back and trying not to profile every person in the room. Then you walk in. y/n doesn’t ask for attention—she draws it effortlessly. Confident, composed, and completely at ease in a space that should feel overwhelming, she moves through the crowd like she already understands it. Like she’s done this before. Morgan notices. Not just the way she looks—but the way she moves. The quiet awareness. The control. The feeling that if something went wrong, she wouldn’t hesitate. And when she walks past his booth? It’s barely a moment. No words. No eye contact. Nothing that should matter. Except it does. Because for the first time in a long time, there’s someone Morgan can’t quite read— And he doesn’t want to stop trying.
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