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The Journey to Love: Seaching For A Soulmate	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 2088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't own Criminal Minds or CSI: NY. I'm not getting paid for this. This is all for fun.

Chapter List
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A/N: This chapter will be long. Derek and Sheldon finally get to talk. It might seem somewhat cute by the end. I haven’t found any info on the names of Sheldon’s parents of Derek’s dad, so they’re made up.
Chapter 8: Dinner
                Derek held the door open for Sheldon and they began walking down the street to the local bar. “The weather is nicer than I thought it would be.” Sheldon commented.
“Not too chilly.”
“Nope, and I expected it to be raining everyday like in Seattle. I guess they still get a good portion of rain.”
“Glad it hasn’t rained so far.”
“Me too.” They approached the bar and smelled the good food wafting outside the door. Derek, being a perfect gentleman, opened the door again for Sheldon. A waitress told them to sit wherever they liked and someone would be there soon to take a drink order. They chose a table and sat down. The bar’s menu was hanging on the wall at each table.
“Unique place for a menu.” Derek said looking at it, trying to decide what to eat. A waitress soon approached and asked them for their drink orders.
“I’ll have a beer; whatever’s on tap is fine.” Sheldon said.
“Make it two.” Derek said.
“Thank you gentlemen. I’ll be back in a minute with your drinks and to get your food order.” They both smiled and looked at the menu. It was typical bar food- wings, nachos, chicken fingers, fries, chili fries, etc. The waitress came back with their beers and took their orders. Sheldon ordered a steak with a loaded baked potato and Derek the wings and fries.
“So, Doctor tell me more about you. Garcia seems to think I should get to know you better. I’m thinking I should too.” Sheldon smiled at that.
“Hope I don’t disappoint,” he said, taking a sip of his beer.
“I doubt you will. Tell me more about your family.”
“Well, my parents are Roberta and Stanley. I am the youngest of two. Took my parents six weeks to name me; guess they couldn’t find one they liked. My dad had a painting business, so you can guess what my summers were like.”
“Full of painting?”
“Yep. People didn’t believe he had a business degree. School didn’t come easy for him, but he worked hard and was a really good businessman. My two cousins head it up now and he helps on consulting and stuff. My mom worked in the New York school system. She taught English and reading to seventh graders. That’s where I got my love of reading. She works with the GED program now, still helping people to read.
I had an older sister Maya. We were five years apart. When she became an adult she kind of lived life in her own terms, turned to drugs and partying. She turned her back on the family. Drugs have a way of doing that. We fell apart after that. I was concentrating on school. At one point, she did try to get her life back on track, but she was killed before she could. She’s been gone about ten years.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Was her killer ever found?”
“Sort of. He was on death row in New Jersey for a home invasion/murder, but not my sister’s murder. They never found out who he was. He knew who I was and asked that I be a witness at his execution. Right before he was led down the hall he was apologizing to me about my sister and I didn’t know why. Then a guard died right before the injections were to be administered and all hell broke loose. A guy we put in prison was trying to escape and a prison riot broke out.”
“And you were inside?”
“Yep. My sister’s killer actually helped keep me alive by finding me a uniform to wear and moving me through the prison. Eventually he told me everything.”
“Not many people can say they’ve had an experience like that.”
“No one should. It’s not one I care to repeat.”
“So what about school? How’d you finish so fast?”
“Just kind of breezed through it. I know, sounds simple. But I worked hard, extra hard. I went to summer school and took the maximum amount of hours for summer and regular sessions. It was hard, I can’t lie. Seems like I was reading all the time. I was twenty-four when I started my surgery career.”
“I bet. What made you want to go into medicine?”
“I wanted to help people. Surgery seemed like a great place to be. Nothing like the rush of surgery, until you have to deliver bad news. I was able to talk with patients and families. And after the two incidents happened and I couldn’t really be there for the patients anymore. It shook my faith in myself, a lot. I couldn’t really be there for myself. So I figured I could work in the ME’s office. Those people were dead; no chance of hurting them.
After a few years of meeting the police detectives and CSIs at crime scenes and having them come to the morgue, I thought about being a CSI. I think my time as a doctor and in the ME’s office help me in being a CSI; I have an angle most people don’t have.” The waitress brought their food. Derek immediately stuck his finger in the side cup of ranch dressing to taste it, licking his finger. It enticed Sheldon so that he had to quickly snap himself out of it. “So what made you want to be a FBI agent?”
“Well, it all started with my dad, Jerome. That’s where my middle name comes from. He didn’t want to name me junior. You know every little boy wants to follow in their dad’s footsteps. He was Chicago PD and I wanted to be just like him. He was killed in the line of duty when I was eight. It was hard on my mom Fran with my two sisters, Desiree and Sarah and me. She worked at the cleaners for a while and was working as a seamstress part time.
When I was around age twelve, I was on my way to being one of the new statistics- young, black males without a father in a home. I was hanging around kids who were being bad influences on me. We were skipping school, vandalizing, some were in gangs and trying to get me in one. One the guys in the group robbed a store and the police chased and caught us all. I was so scared my mom was going to kill me. The storeowner couldn’t really tell who stole what. I didn’t steal anything; I was just wrong place wrong time. So to keep me from going to juvenile detention she found a community center and a director, Carl Buford, who was willing, to help me stay out of jail and be responsible for me. He was the community center’s football coach too.” Sheldon had taken a few bites of steak, not realizing how hungry he really was.
“I’m assuming it worked?”Derek took a log sip of his beer, to steady his nerves for what he was about to tell Sheldon next. It wasn’t really the kind of information you would share on a first date. But he guessed if there was going to be a chance for a relationship; honesty would most definitely have to play a part.
“He kept me out of juvie but put me in a different kind of jail. The jail of molestation.” Sheldon frowned, causing a wrinkle in his forehead.
“What? You were molested?” Derek nodded.
“From about age thirteen to eighteen.” Sheldon was in shock. He felt an ugly twinge in his stomach. After seeing it happen to a few family members, friends and countless victims, he knew molestation could change a person’s life forever. “I didn’t know what was happening at first. He said I had to do in order to stay on the team and stay out of jail. I knew it wasn’t right, but he was the only thing keeping me out of juvie. As I got older, I would try to find ways to avoid him but he would threaten to tell my mom and I couldn’t have that. So I played along with the blackmail. There was an upside though.”
“An upside after so many years of abuse?”
“My grades went from Cs and Ds to As and Bs. I received academic and athletic scholarships. I was glad to go to school, to get away from him. I didn’t have to see him anymore. He and his family would accompany my mom and sisters to my games sometimes. I would refuse to talk to him and my mom didn’t understand why. Even then I still couldn’t tell her.”
“You did eventually tell her right?”
“Yes, but I was forced to. I was content with her not knowing. I know that’s sad to say; I was going to take the secret to my grave with me. However, we had a case that brought us to Chicago involving molested boys and one had been murdered. My world began to fall apart when I discovered it was him. I couldn’t believe he was still doing it. All this time I thought I had been the only one. I had no other indications as a teen that it was happening to anyone else. No one on the team really knew that part of my life. I didn’t share it, didn’t want anyone to know I had been that vulnerable.”
“He’s in jail now right?”
“Illinois State Prison for life. I wanted to spare my mom. Even after all these years, she was still helping to support the center and all the good he was doing for boys without dads like me. I couldn’t control the guilt she felt when she found out that it had been done to me and for how long. She trusted him, we both did. He didn’t fail on his promise though; he kept me out of jail. The week after that case was hard. We all cried like the day my father was shot. There was a lot of hurt.” Derek took another long drink of his beer. He was hoping he wasn’t going to need something stronger. He usually did when he thought of or talked about that time as a teen.
“Your relationship sounds good and strong.”
“It is, had to be to put our family back together. All that he had done messed me up in college though. I was always trying to be the ladies man but was having trouble. I wasn’t able to develop sexually as I should have. I probably would’ve taken Viagra or something if it had been available. I didn’t connect it at first.
Some friends and I had fake ids made and snuck into a triple x move house. Somehow, I got stuck in the theater that was playing gay porn. I was intrigued, but I didn’t know why. What Buford did to me was disgusting, but I loved what I saw on the screen. They were enjoying it. I didn’t think what he did to me was enjoyable, could be enjoyable. It hurt and I hated it. But these men loved it; they were excited- smiling and laughing.
I was trying to get out of there and find my friends before they saw me but I couldn’t move. I wanted to know why their experience was so pleasurable and mine horrible. They caught me and laughed at me, teasing me, calling me faggot, fudge packer, batty boy and gay boy. I denied it. I lied and told them I thought they were in that theater and I just couldn’t see them. It was a bad night.”
“What’d you do?”
“I left with them and a few days later I went back by myself. I saw this guy from one of my classes, Lewis. He was a little older and had seen me there with my friends. He was asking what movie I was there to see. I didn’t want to let him know, but I think he knew why I was there. He took my hand and led me to the theater. He was explaining what was going on, what the men were doing. I didn’t have a clue what anything was called. Even though it had been done to me, learning about it was a new experience. Afterwards, we went for coffee and talked some more. He asked if I was gay and I told him I didn’t know and briefly, told him what had happened to me. A few days later, he asked me out on a date. I guess he figured if he was going to be my first real sexual experience that we should be a couple so I would be more comfortable.
We dated for about a month before anything happened. We had kissed and fondled a little. He had an apartment off campus, which was great ‘cause there was no way in hell I was going to let him teach me anything in the thin walls of the dorms. We had to be careful during that month though ‘cause it was still very much football season and I didn’t want to be accused to messing up the game for having sex the night before. But after we were eliminated from the playoffs, all bets were off.”
“Much more enjoyable experience.”
“Of course! I mean it still hurt because it was my for real first time, but it felt so different. We were having conditioning practices one day and I blew out my knee. Had to have surgery and I had the hardest time explaining to my mom who Lewis was and why he was at the hospital so much with me. She didn’t understand at first, but I told her I liked him but I didn’t know if I was gay. I was still internally struggling with the whole Buford situation. However, when I decided that this was something I wanted and not something he forced on me, I was able to come out to her, my sisters and grandmothers. Acceptance and support was slow, but it was there. And I felt so fortunate; so many guys and girls I know didn’t have that. What about you? What’s your gay story?” Sheldon paused and wiped his mouth.
“Nothing quite like yours. I actually had a girlfriend in a high school. It took us a long time to even kiss and I just thought it was because she was scared, but I know now it was me. One day I heard something in the hall about some guys saying that they were going to ‘mess up’ this guy Frank after school. He was a little feminine, but no one really knew if he was gay or not.”
“What’d they mean by ‘mess up’? Beat him up?”
“Would have been less humiliating if they had. They found another guy who was a little feminine too, Ernie. Now Ernie was gay, we all knew it. Someone told Ernie that Frank wanted to talk to him, get his number or whatever. After school, a group of us was standing far off where we could see but not be seen, as if we were waiting for the bus or something. They met under the bleachers, started talking and before we knew it they were kissing. We all just fell silent; none of us had really seen two guys kiss before. They were groping each other then Ernie was kneeling in front of Frank, unzipping his pants and performing oral sex on him.
The guys I was standing with were grossed out and ran; I couldn’t move. I didn’t know why but I just stood there. Like you, I guess I was intrigued. When he finished he turned Frank towards the wall, took something out of his pocket-, which I know now was probably some type of lubricant- and had sex with him against the wall. I was shocked and scared ‘cause it was making my body feel something it had never felt before. It wasn’t like any wet dream I’d ever had. I had to run to a bathroom stall and relieve myself before I could go home on the train, hoping no one would walk in on me. And now I feel like I’ve told you too much information.” Derek chuckled and took another sip from his beer.
“Nah, we’re just being honest up front. Was your first gay relationship in high school?”
“No, summer after my college freshman year. His name was Chris. I went to a gay student meeting that was being held on campus and I saw him there. I was looking for a way to talk to my parents about what I was feeling, thinking about coming out. We were taking biology together in summer school. We started up a conversation. After that, it seemed like we were inseparable. Until he cheated on me about two months later. I was devastated. However, I quickly learned that some guys are only about that thing. Soon as he got what he wanted from me he was on his way.”
“How long did you make him wait?”
“Three months. I wanted to be sure I was ready before I gave it up. In hindsight, I should have waited. He probably would have moved on because I wasn’t ready. Who was your best relationship?” Derek didn’t have to think long on that at all.
“Probably Marc and Spencer.”
“Spencer as in Dr. Reid?”
“Yep.”
“How long were you together?”
“Almost four years. He let me be myself. I have a lot of walls built up and instead of forcing me to tear them when I wasn’t ready, he just climbed over them and sat with me. We were together when we caught Buford. He stayed with my mom and me that week after. He wanted to be a part of the healing. I think I loved him and Marc the most. Marc was bisexual though. And really didn’t want to share him. He liked manly sex, kind of rough all the time. He would save all the sensual stuff for the woman he was seeing. I didn’t know there was a woman for a while. After a while I couldn’t handle it anymore and had to let him go.”
“Why did you and Spencer break up?”
“It was mutual. At first, we felt like we needed space. It was hard for us to realize it at first. We worked and lived together so we saw each other all the time and we were talking marriage. We tried a trial separation for a month. He moved in with Garcia. We went on dates and saw each other at work, but it we weren’t all over each other. I remember one night I needed Spencer so bad, really horny but she wouldn’t let me spend the night. I even told her she could listen and she wouldn’t let me.” They both laughed.
“One month turned to three and he got his own apartment and things were back like when we first started dating. We still loved each other but the separation taught us that we needed a clean break, to see if we wanted our relationship to be forever. We set some ground rules- dating someone else was allowed but we had to tell them the situation up front, no sex with anyone else, no making our friends choose sides. It didn’t take long for him to meet Simon. And Simon really wanted to be with Spencer because he waited seven almost eight months to be in a relationship with him. Spencer realized he had feelings for him when sat down and talked about where our relationship was headed. So we agreed to break up. He took some time for himself and then they started dating. Now they are married with a family.”
“Children? How many?”
“Two. Lilli and Daniel.” He pulled out his phone and showed him their family picture. Simon was a handsome black man, about six feet tall, brown skinned like Sheldon. Lilli was three and Daniel was six. “They had two friends who agreed to be surrogates. They worked it out so each child would be biracial and reflect their relationship. Lilli is Spencer’s biological child, Daniel is Simon’s.”
“That’s a beautiful picture. The kids are adorable.”
“Yeah, they are. They’re incredibly smart too. Daniel loves to play chess. When I was six, I could barely say the word chess. So who was your best?”
“That’d be Troy. We met at the hospital. He had been out of his residency two years. We ended up in the on call room one night at the same time. Most doctors try not to be in when someone else is trying to sleep but we both we tired and didn’t care. Neither of us knew the other was gay at first. One of the nurses I was cool with was trying to hook me up with her brother. She told me that he had found a boyfriend and Troy was standing near and heard. He was about 5’9, pretty blue eyes, and curly blond hair. He was extremely handsome. We started dating and one night we were both on call and almost got caught making love in the on call room. We eventually moved in together- made it easier to see each other with our schedules.
He ended up having to move back home to Boston for a while and we were long distance. His mom was taking care of his dad who had a stroke and his grandmother who had severe diabetes and dementia. We lasted about another eight months before the distance got to us.”
“So long distance romances aren’t good for you?”
“I’m ok with them, as long I get to see my man. We hardly saw each other; three times in the eight months. In the end it wasn’t enough to sustain us.” Derek nodded. Sheldon understood why he asked that question. If they were to be together, a long distance relationship would be necessary.
Each man had finished his dinner and the waitress had brought the check. Before Sheldon could ask her to separate it, Derek handed her his credit card.
“I could have paid for my own dinner.” Sheldon said.
“I know, but I asked you out. And when I ask, I always pay.” Sheldon was impressed. If he wasn’t sure they were on a date before, he did now. Sheldon went to the men’s room while Derek waited for her to bring his receipt. She brought back his card and receipt as Sheldon came back.
“What shall we do know?”
“I’m going to the men’s rooms first and then maybe we can take walk and continue talking. I think I saw a park across the street.”
“Ok. I’ll wait for you outside.” Sheldon walked out to the sidewalk and put a mint in his mouth. He wished he had brought a dinner brush with him to brush his teeth. Oh well, the mint would be good. Just in case. The BAU team was sitting in the diner attached to the hotel and they could see Sheldon and then Derek as he joined him and walked across the street to the park.
“So it was a date.” Reid commented.
“Good for them.” Garcia commented. “I told Sheldon that he and Derek should take some time to talk, get to know each other.”
“You think they have real chemistry?” Hotch asked
“Oh yes. Can’t you see it?” Em asked. Hotch shook his head, not yet.
“Well, I think they’re a good fit. I just hope they’re good with long distance relationships.” J.J. said.
“You know, if they end up in a relationship and Morgan really misses him that bad, Strauss will approve him to move to New York and let him take over as Unit Chief.” Hotch said.
“Is she still trying to get him up there?” Rossi asked.
“God yes. She’s dragging her feet in assigning someone else though. They have an interim chief right now and her supervisor wants a permanent person in the position, soon. Things are better, but she really doesn’t want anyone else in that position but him.” Hotch replied.
“Does he realize how serious she is about it?” Em asked.
“I think he has an idea. I don’t think he knows just how serious. She makes mention of it every time she see him. I told her to back off a bit before her enthusiasm puts him off the idea completely.”
“You don’t think she’d force him to take the job do you?” Reid asked.

“I wouldn’t put it past her. To be honest I thought she would have done it by now. I think she really wants him to accept the position on his own.”

In the park….
                Derek and Sheldon walked across the street to the park. It was a nice park with benches and what looked like an area for dogs, like a mini dog park. There was playground equipment, a soccer field, basketball court and picnic tables. Sheldon had his hands in his pocket and was looking around the park with his back to his dinner companion. Derek let out a low growl at the sight of this handsome man. He didn’t think Sheldon had heard his growl.
“What’s that for?”
“Oh nothing. Just thinking if we were at a club I would love to walk up behind you, slip my arms through yours, put my hands around your waist and whisper something sexy in your ear.” Sheldon turned to face him, smiling. Derek was leaning on the back of a bench with his legs crossed at his ankles.
“Whisper something sexy like what?”
“Ummm, How about a dance with the man of your dreams or maybe If you leave with me now, I guarantee I’ll make it worth your time.” Sheldon laughed. “What? That wouldn’t make you want to leave the club with me?”
“Oh no! Those really work in Virginia and D.C.?”
“Sometimes...” Derek smiled.
“Definitely wouldn’t work on me.”
“How about, Your parents must be great sculptors to craft a beautiful price of art like you?”
“Nope,” Sheldon laughed
“Let me try, uh, Remind me to thank Mr. Sandman for making my dream come true?”
“Seriously? No.” He shook his head.
“Gentlemen prefer blonds but I prefer you?” Sheldon just continued laughing.
“No.”
“Well what would get you to leave the club with me?” Sheldon paused and thought.
“What would get me to leave?” Derek pulled Sheldon closer to him and turned him around so he was facing the opposite direction. He slipped his arms through Sheldon’s and placed his arms around his waist. Sheldon felt himself blush, being so close to him. Derek was trying very hard to resist the urge to brush his lips against Sheldon’s neck and ear lobe. Sheldon looked back at him giving him a nervous glance.
“What? For inspiration…” Sheldon, feeling butterflies took a deep breath and said:
“I’ve been running into lame guys all night who’s only thought is sex. If I provide coffee, can a handsome man like you provide me with the conversation I’m craving?” Derek was quiet.
“That would make you leave the club with me?” Sheldon nodded. “Which part, the coffee or conversation?”
“Both. I like both,” he said shyly and smiling. Their eyes locked and Sheldon leaned in as if he was going to kiss Derek, but hesitated. He closed his eyes, taking in Derek- his cologne, his closeness, his breathing and Sheldon was sure he could hear Derek’s heartbeat. Derek pulled Sheldon a little closer, preparing to kiss him.
“How about a ki...”
“Uh, how about we change the subject,” Sheldon suggested, realizing that he wasn’t ready to kiss Derek yet. He moved from in front of Derek but Derek was still holding his hand. It was then he noticed the calluses. The doctor in him spoke up. “So what do you do when you’re not chasing criminals to callous your hands so?” He asked taking the other and looking at it.
“Sometimes I teach the gun techniques class for the academy. Sometimes I teach self-defense classes for the academy and the local community center. Calluses come with the job. I buy, rehab and flip houses when I get the chance.” Sheldon gently rubbed the calluses, imaging what they would feel like caressing his body, blushing again at the thought.
“What about you? How do you wind down from solving crimes?”
“I read, listen to music, play some a little. Twice a month I’m a volunteer doctor. I ride a bike around Central Park and help people with minor injuries. I teach health classes to kids at the community center. I try to mentor young people when I can. Try to get them to read, help with homework that kind of thing.”
“I like man with a heart for the people.” Derek said smiling.

“Seems like you have the same kind of heart.”
The view from the diner…
“I wonder what they’re talking about.” Garcia said, glancing at the new relationship possibly developing.
“I know. Wish could read lips.” Em said.
“I see smiles and laughter. That’s gotta be a good sign, right?” Said Reid.
“We hope so.” J.J. smiled. They watched their friend, their family member, enjoying the company of a man who was making him smile. He hadn’t smiled like that in a long time. Hotch had gone back to the hotel to call and check in on Jack. Rossi shook his head at the team watching Derek. He opened his book and enjoyed a cup of coffee.
                Suddenly everyone’s attention was grabbed. Derek had pulled Sheldon closer to him and put his arms around him. Garcia smiled at the quick comfortable closeness, sitting on edge, wondering what would happen next. Sheldon leaned in and everyone at the table held their breath in the hopes of seeing a kiss.
“Damn it.” Em said.

“Give ‘em some time,” Garcia encouraged. “I bet we’ll see a kiss before long.”
Back in the park…
                Sheldon was still holding Derek’s hands and gazing into his eyes.
“So tell me how this profiling thing really works. How do you figure out the person you’re looking for?”
“Yea, I thought we weren’t gonna talk about work tonight.”
“Well, profile me. We talked during dinner. What can you tell me about me?” Derek smiled, swinging their hands.
“Profile you based on what I know. Let’s see…highly intelligent, smart, athletic, caring. You have a great sense of vision, very open-minded. You like having a good time; you give the benefit of the doubt more often than most. You love family and you miss your sister. You like to fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. God is very important to you. Uh, you greatly value the true friendships you’ve made. You rejoice when acquaintances make the move to friends. I think you like to dance, but you don’t want anyone to know.” They both chuckled. Derek continued.
“The man you want and need in your life is a man of importance. Not arrogant or anything, not a businessman but a man who knows what’s important, you know? This man knows what his priorities are and he makes sure you’re one of them. You secretly want him to spoil you, but you ‘play complain’ when he does. You need someone who loves you unconditionally; he handles your schedule well. He’s a strong person in all aspects, physically, emotionally, spiritually. He’s a great kisser, a hell of a lover and you make him wait, just to make sure he’s worthy of you. Even in the relationship, sometimes you make him wait. You two end up craving each other- which is good for the both of you. The two of you making love is an act to be envied because of how much you love each other. ” Sheldon smiled. “Well?”
“Pretty good. You can tell I like to be spoiled?”
“Yes,” Derek said nodding.
“How?”
“Ha-ha. I think I’ll keep that to myself for a while.” Derek said, with an evil grin. “You try it. Let me see what you know.”
“Well, I think you aren’t happy unless you’re protecting someone or everyone. You like to be the first one in, making sure everything is ok. You take a while to trust people and when you do, they are forever in your life. Unless they break that trust. There’s no middle ground on that- either you trust them or you don’t. You’ve stopped wearing your heart on your sleeve because you think it stops you from getting hurt. However, when you are hurt, you hide it and won’t let anyone know. You tend to work out your frustrations physically,” Sheldon, pointed to Derek’s calluses. “Ummm, you try your best to love hard; you want someone to love you unconditionally without complaining about the walls you’ve built. You like to control the relationship, be the dominant one, on top all the time. I think you need a man who is a real lover, one who is in tune to your needs, one who makes you melt at the thought of his touch. You want to fall hopelessly in love and not have to worry about anything.” Sheldon stepped closer to Derek, placing his hands behind Derek’s head. “You love to be kissed, licked, caressed and teased. Foreplay is a must for you. If done properly, sometimes it’s all you need.” Derek seemed to tense up but Sheldon wasn’t sure why. “You love to cuddle, but you don’t want people to know that. You need to know, wanting that doesn’t make you weak, it makes you more lovable,” Sheldon whispered it like someone else was in the park listening to their conversation. “Making love is important to you. You’ve got a lot of physical reasons for it- feels good to your body, relieves your stress, helps you sleep. It brings you closer to your lover. But you’re still looking for that one awesome soul-rocking experience that just engulfs your heart and sets it completely on fire. You’ll find him one day and he’ll be everything you need and didn’t know you needed.” Maybe it’s you, Derek thought, I’d love it if it was you. Derek was quiet, not sure if Sheldon realized how on point he was about so many things. He did want unconditional love without having to let go of the walls. The walls allowed him be who he was. Maybe he needed to change something about himself.
“Well?” asked Sheldon. He couldn’t tell if Derek’s silence was good or bad. “You’re kind of quiet. I feel like I stepped on your toes or something.”
“Please don’t feel that way Sheldon. You’ve just pointed out some things I haven’t wanted to deal with yet. But it’s all good.”
“You sure?”
“I’m positive. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“So, you still think it’s a good thing for us to get to know each other better?”
“Absolutely! I would love the chance to get to know you better.”
“Could you see yourself dating me?” Sheldon asked.
“Yes. Could you see yourself dating me, knowing what you know so far?” Derek responded.
“Yeah, I can.” Sheldon smiled. “I don’t know how but I can see myself falling deeply in love with you, being the best I could be for you.”
“And you’re ok with the fact that we’d be long distance for a long time?”
“Yes. We could take the train overnight to visit. Leave when we get off work and be there by morning. I haven’t ridden a train in a long time.”
“Me either. Maybe we could even meet halfway. I don’t even know what the halfway point between New York and Quantico is. I’m pretty sure Reid could tell me though.” They laughed. Sheldon leaned closer to Derek standing between his legs and gazing into his eyes. “I want to kiss you. May I?”
“Yes, I think I’m ready to kiss you now.” Sheldon said closing his eyes and placing a kiss on Derek’s lips. He pulled back and opened his eyes. Derek held Sheldon’s face in his hands as he kissed him gently. His hands were warm against Sheldon’s cheeks that had been chilled by the nighttime air. His lips felt so soft. There was natural sweetness about them and the kiss was so sensual. Derek felt his body temperature change as his bottom lip licked Sheldon’s and his own at the same time. Sheldon opened his mouth to welcome Derek’s tongue and each felt the electricity of the meeting. As he changed the angle of his head, Sheldon could feel Derek’s hands leave his face, slide down his back to settle at his waist. They kissed until the need to breathe forced them apart. As their foreheads rested on the other, their lips were smiling and the two men were almost giggling.
“It feels like the first time I ever kissed a guy all over again.” Derek whispered, butterflies kicking in.
“I know. I haven’t felt this excited over kissing a man in a long time. I like kissing you.” Sheldon said kissing Derek again, gently with a craving for the taste of his lips. Excitement floated from Sheldon’s heart and presented itself as a soft, yearning moan. Derek tightened his hold at Sheldon’s waist as Sheldon’s arms moved from the back to rest on Derek’s chest. Derek’s lips regrettably left Sheldon’s and travelled to his cheek, kissing their way down to his neck. Sheldon’s breath hitched at the feeling of the warm lips and nose now nuzzling around his Adam’s apple. Derek gently nipped Sheldon’s neck with his teeth, tenderly sucking each place his teeth touched. He sadly groaned.
“Mmmm…I gotta stop kissing you…mmm… or else you’ll have one hell of a love mark tomorrow. Right (kiss) here (kiss).”
“It’s ok…mmm… (sigh) I can wear a tie tomorrow.” Sheldon insisted. Derek laughed and looked into the sexy brown eyes.
“Nah gorgeous, I wouldn’t do that to you when we’re both trying to be professional. Especially this being the first that you work with the FBI.”
“Wearing a tie is professional.”Sheldon said, sporting a disappointed pout.
“Mmm, pouty lips…love the way that looks. Can’t resist those.” Derek said kissing him again.
                Across the street at the diner, Garcia was still sitting at the table, waiting to see if her best friend had real chemistry with a certain sexy doctor. Rossi was still engrossed with his book. J.J., Em and Reid had already left for the hotel. He looked at his watch.
“You know they could be out there all night and never kiss. I think we should head back.” She sighed.
“I know, but I was just hoping.”
“I know. Come on, kiddo. I’ll walk back with you.” Just as they stepped outside, it happened. She saw Derek kiss Sheldon. She tried her best to hold in her squeal and happiness because they clearly would have heard her across the street. Rossi smiled at her as she finally saw what she needed to see, wanted to see. And he smiled knowing Derek was on his way to happiness and love. Garcia pulled out her phone and took a few snaps with her camera phone.
“Why are you taking pictures?”
“So it’ll last longer?” Rossi shook his head and they walked back to the hotel.
                Derek was now holding Sheldon in his arms, neither man wanting to let go. But it was time for them to get some rest to be able to finish working the case the next day. There was no telling what kind of leads would be generated from the overnight profiles and sketch. They hopefully would have some time to spend together the next day. They held hands as they walked back to the hotel. No one was in the lobby as they walked in so they saw no reason to stop. They held hands on the elevator and Derek walked Sheldon to his room.
Sheldon unlocked it and Derek leaned in for one last kiss good night. Each whispered “good night” and Derek walked to his room, entering carefully in case Reid was already asleep, which he was. Derek slipped into the bathroom and changed his clothes, cherishing the tingling memory of Sheldon’s lips on his. Sheldon was a giddy mess who couldn’t stop smiling. He had to jump up and down a few times, trying to get out the nervous energy he still felt. At one point he felt like screaming into the pillow. As he put on his pajamas, he too was reliving and taking in the memory of the evening, especially the kiss and Derek holding him in his arms. He was setting the alarm on his phone when he received a text from Garcia. He noticed that Derek’s number was on the sent list as well. He clicked on the message to find out it was picture mail. He soon found out that it was a picture of him and Derek kissing in the park that she had taken as she was leaving the diner. The caption underneath said:
“I’m so glad I was right. I’m so happy to see that the two of you decided to take a chance on each other. You guys make me smile. ;) Yay for LOVE!!! From Pen”
Derek couldn’t help but laugh. That Garcia, he thought. Sheldon thought it was cute and maybe she was right. Maybe he and Derek were perfect for each other. Yay for love.
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