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Derek watched with narrowed eyes. Everyone in the room knew what was happening and instead left him alone - angry Derek Morgan wasn’t someone to mess with, especially jealous Derek Morgan.
No one knew who the guy was except you. To you, though, the guy was nothing more than a dear friend you’d known since you were a kid. But did Derek know that? Nope, and when you heard a sickening crack from a few feet away you wished you had at least showed him a damn picture.
“Shit! Derek, what the hell?” You rushed over to your boyfriend’s side, snatching his wrist away from the wall and inspecting his knuckles. The skin had split instantly upon contact and the cuts were starting to bruise. “God, Derek, why would you punch the wall? Wait, no, first - alcohol. And bandages. Seriously, what were you thinking?”
“That you two were getting a little too comfortable with one another,” he ground out and you glanced over at your friend, who sent you a wave and then was off, seeing it wasn’t really the time to stick around.
“Who? Him? He’s just a friend - and he’s married! Wait, are you…jealous?” Your voice took on a teasing tone and he tensed up the slightest. You were a profiler as well and could easily see he was; you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. “The mighty Derek Morgan - jealous! I never thought I’d se - hey!”
He was dragging you off to one of the empty conference rooms, chest heaving and as soon as the door slammed shut, he was on you. His lips crushed against yours and he was sliding your jacket off. If this is what the outcome was each time he got jealous…well, you certainly weren’t going to complain.