[a/n: just a fun little fic-lit that floated into my brain one morning. started writing just to see where it would go. something i'd like to point out before this story begins is penelope is not a slut. i love penelope and would never write her that way. on the other hand.. there are many forms of 'drunk'. there's the weepy drunk, the fighting/angry drunk, the happy drunk aaaaaaaaaaannd.. the frisky drunk. i'm willing to bet good money penelope would be a frisky drunk. an extremely frisky drunk. an 'oh my god, i just love everything and everyone so much right now!' drunk. if you've witnessed this kind of drunk before, you know what i mean. just add alcohol and wham!- instant nymphomaniac. this is more in the light-hearted spirit of a 'momma mia' scenario. cheers.]
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL HERE IN... i merely play with fire sometimes..
Penelope sat on the very edge of her bathtub and stared. She just stared. She stared and stared and stared. What else could she do? Eighteen. Eighteen little pink strips all telling her the same thing. She'd tried to believe she was just putting on a few more pounds, but no. No, these damn little pieces of plastic had to ruin her hopes and confirm her worst fears - - she was preggers. P-r-e-double-gah-ers. Pregnant. With child. Knocked up. There was a definite bun in her proverbial oven... and she hadn't a clue who-done-it.
Kevin had walked out on her after a jealous blow-up about a week ago, after he found out she'd gone to Vegas with her whole team instead of just a town over for a girl's vacation with JJ and Emily. It's not that she had wanted to lie to Kevin, it's just she knew he wouldn't let her go otherwise. He had a real stick up his ass sometimes.
She threw the pregnancy test in the trash by her toilet in disgust and washed her hands thoroughly. Honestly, there had to be better ways of home-testing then trying your hardest to pee on a toothpick. She turned her back to the sink and lent there, sighing and drying her hands morosely.
She couldn't help feeling that Kevin had been right for once, she shouldn't have gone to Vegas. None of this would be happening to her now if she hadn't gone. Well, actually, she thought, that wasn't entirely true. The tiny little him or her could be a bastard spawn of that anal prick, she didn't really know how far along she was. She was just guessing that the entire week in Vegas that was missing from her memory banks might just be a better culprit.
She sighed again, and hung the hand towel back in it's proper place.
She better decide what to do with this 'bundle of joy', and fast. In fact, she worried biting her bottom lip as she gathered her things, readying herself for another work day, it might already be too late.