Running To You Chapter 2

Home of Dave and Fran Rossi –

Fran knew that look and she knew her son. It was the same look he would get as a boy whenever he got in trouble at school and had to come home and face her wrath. The man standing before her stood waiting for her to chastise him like she did the little precocious teenager years ago.

“You know don’t you, Ma.”

“You bet I know!” Then stepping aside she let him in. “You’ve definitely made a mess of things this time.”

“I know Ma, I know.”

“Have you eaten?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Nonsense. Come.”

He followed her into the massive chef’s kitchen and took a seat at the island while she began preparing a snack for her only son.

“I blew it! I really hurt her this time. She’s never going to forgive me.”

“Do you love her?”

Fran turned to face him as she pulled last night’s roast out of the fridge.

“Ma…”

“Ma, nothing! Do. You. Love her?”

“Yes Ma, I love her.”

Fran grabbed the bread and began making a sandwich. She shook her head at the man who’d survived incredible grief and danger. He was one of the smartest people she knew but when it came to his feelings and when it came to his Baby Girl he was a complete idiot.

“I want her lock stock and barrel. She’s the entire package Ma…”

“Then why are you telling me? She’s the one that needs to hear this, Derek! Honestly, I don’t know where I went wrong! If you don’t grow a pair and tell that woman how you feel you’re going to lose her!”

“I know, Ma.   I’m going to tell her, really…”

She saw the utter terror in his eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was from the possibility of being rejected or being accepted by the only woman he’d allowed near his heart.

“When?”

“Now?”

Fran shook her head in disbelief at her only son.

“Yes, now! Go! Fix this mess you’ve created with Penelope before it’s too late.”

“Yeah, okay…but what if she’s changed her mind…she slept on it…sobered up and she really doesn’t…”

“Go! She loves you, she’s loved you for a long time and you love her.”

Morgan rushed from the kitchen without touching the sandwich that Fran had made. Just as the front door slammed shut Dave rounded the corner and joined her in the kitchen.

“Was that Derek?”

“Yes, and where were you, hiding around the corner eavesdropping?”

“Me? Of course!” They both chuckled. “Besides I’m about two seconds off of kicking his ass myself.”

“Dave!”

“I’m sorry Bella but those two…”

He didn’t finish his statement he didn’t have to she knew perfectly well what he meant.

Home of Penelope Garcia –

“Thanks for agreeing to give me a ride to the airport.”

“No worries I just wish you’d talk to Morgan first.”

“I can’t talk to Morgan, Reid! I can’t even look at Morgan right now! I can’t believe I told him I loved him…that I’m in love with him!”

“Morgan loves you too, Garcia.”

“Oh yeah, he loves me that’s why he stood there in the middle of the dance floor about to pass out! He didn’t say a word! He just dragged me out of there like a sack of potatoes!”

“You just caught him off-guard. You two need to work this out!”

“Work what out? There’s nothing to work out.”

“Garcia…”

“No Reid and I don’t want to talk about it! Now are you going to give me a ride to the airport or not?”

“Fine, I’ll grab your bag.”

“Thank you.”

Morgan was relieved to see her orange caddy in the driveway. He was nervous, his palms were sweating but he was determined to explain himself to the only person that mattered. So, he jumped out of his truck, ran through the courtyard and up the two flights of stairs to her door. Then rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans he took a deep breath and knocked.

There was nothing, no sound of shuffling footsteps and no witty comment acknowledging that she was on her way to the door. So he knocked again…and again…and again there was no response.

“Baby Girl, it’s me! Open the door!”

She was upset…totally understandable…he deserved this…he’d been a jerk last night. Maybe he should have brought some flowers…or candy…or both.

“Baby Girl, please! I’m sorry! I was a fool…an idiot!”

Nothing. He rested his forehead against the door hopelessly. Wondering what it would take to get her to hear him out. He wasn’t going to give up on her…on them. He fumbled with the key in his pocket. He promised to use it only in emergencies and this was an emergency.

“Okay, I’m letting myself in! I hope you’re decent!”

Derek opened the door slowly. He could smell her Jasmine body wash…he loved her Jasmine body wash. He loved how he smelled like Jasmine body wash after they hugged.

“Baby Girl?”

He walked slowly through her apartment but there was no sign of her. He checked her bedroom her closet door was open and all of her potions and lotions were gone from her dresser. His heart sank…he was too late.

Airport –

Reid struggled to get the oversized bag from his backseat. He’d heard her phone ring twice as they neared their destination. She pretended not to hear and as they came to a stop at the curb she jumped out hurriedly.

“What’s the rush, Garcia? You have almost two hours before your flight leaves.”

“I know but I just want to get through security and find a nice secluded place to sit.”

“Was that Morgan?”

“What?”

“On the phone. Was that Morgan calling you?”

“Oh goodness, I didn’t even hear…”

“Don’t even try it, Garcia. I think you’re making a mistake.”

“I can’t face him Reid! Not after last night. Anything he has to say will only be a pity gesture…I can’t handle his pity right now.”

Then she pulled him into an unexpected hug. He stiffened then relaxed against her.

“Are you ever coming back?”

His question caused new tears to fall on her cheeks. She didn’t know the answer to his question.

“Honestly?”

He shook his head yes.

“I’m not sure. But you have to remember your promise.”

“But…”

“You promised!”

“Okay but I don’t like this.”

“It’s for the best Morgan and I were just not meant to be. I know that now.”

Then she hugged him again and grabbed her bag.

“Take care of yourself, Garcia.”

“You too, genius! You too!”

He watched fighting back his own tears as she disappeared in the sea of travelers. Nothing good ever came from running; this would destroy Morgan but worse than that, it would destroy her.

He regretted promising not to tell where she was headed…secrets…he hated secrets.

 

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