A/N-I sadly do not own any rights to 'Criminal Minds'. I'm still getting over the fact that I own zero rights to Buffy, Chuck & Pushing Daisies. BTW-You like what I did with the title? Har, Har, Har!

*SPOILER*

Takes place before the "murder" of Prentiss. No other synchronized order except for that.

Morgan/Garcia

Unsub-tle Desires

Bad Boy, Bad Boy

Chapter 1

Penelope Garcia stared blankly at her computer screen. Her attention was purely fixated on the website open on the large screen. She should have been focusing her attention on the recent Albuquerque serial murder case; instead of the facebook page of one, Derek Morgan.

One would assume that the FBI was entirely against social networking sites such as facebook or MySpace, but that's what made Penelope smile; Derek Morgan the rebel.

She stared at his profile picture; dark shades, white dimpled smile and swooned; wishing she was relaxing on that beach in the picture with him. His alias was Derek Moore and he kept all of his information well protected. Penelope was stoked when she first realized that she was his first friend on the site; it made her giddy for a solid week and a half.

She'd been head over heels in love with her best friend since the moment she met him. His tantalizing dark skin, his well-kept muscled chest, his friendliness, his character, his sense of humor—it sucked her in like a vacuum cleaner to a cob-web. The way he called her "baby girl" gave her reason to breath. It was like a hallelujah chorus to her ears every time she heard her sweet prince speak.

Yet, here she was; stuck in her little room full of sinful thoughts and cuddly pictures of kittens; while he was out there saving the world. Even though she took care of all of the informational computer stuff, she always felt like there was more she could do to help. He was out there risking his life every day and she was playing solitaire on her off hour.

"Heads up." J.J. warned quickly as she walked into the room and guessed that Garcia had been staring at Morgan's image for probably a good half hour or more.

Garcia quickly clicked the flat bar and the page minimized itself.

"Just research." she said guiltily.

"Ah." J.J. replied holding back a smile. "Private case?" she asked with a coy smile. Penelope playfully glared at the only person who knew of her crush on Morgan. It wasn't something she wanted travelling around the bureau.

"Hey, Baby Girl." Derek said with a smile, walking into the room with Penelope's favorite shirt of his on his muscular chest . "Hotch is looking for copies of the victims previous addresses. We're flying to Albuquerque tonight."

"Aw, but you guys just got back." Penelope responded.

"That's the one thing about criminals, they don't care if we haven't slept in weeks." he said leaning up against the desk; arms crossed.

"I'll have some copies printed up in just a sec." Penelope replied as she dug into FBI files. The sound of the printer lightened the pressure Penelope felt as they all waited for the copies she should have had ready an hour ago. Damn facebook…

"Well, while you're out their ridding the world of puppy killers and Jersey Shore fans for me, I'll be dreaming sweet dreams of you, Gorgeous." Garcia worked her flirt and Derek smiled.

"I better be the only man in your dreams, Garcie." he responded.

"Only you, sweet thing." she reached over and grabbed all the prints out of the printer. "For Hotch, my darling." Penelope said handing the papers to Derek.

"Thank you." he replied, taking them from her hands with a gracious smile.

J.J. rolled her eyes and let a small smile escape her lips as she watched the apparent flirting going on in the room. It was kind of embarrassing to see such obvious chemistry being ignored.

"There you are." Hotch said peeking his head into the small room. "Conference room, now." he said sternly dipping out. Suddenly he poked his head back in and added-"Including you, Garcia."

All three of them looked at each other; worried, before quickly dispersing out of Penelope's small office.

XOXO

"Hotch, what's the update?" Morgan asked impatiently as J.J. and Hotch whispered about something to the side.

He cleared his throat and stood at the head of the table.

"Another body has been found." he informed them. The room grew still. "This is the sixth murder in a week. The unsub is working fast and seems to be choosing random targets. None of the victims had any type of personal relation."

"How about mutual friends or hang outs?" Reid asked.

"Looking at the addresses on the sheet, each victim lived as close together as we live to a Pyramid. All different neighborhoods, apartments, houses; including one who was rumored to be sleeping in a trailer near the border of Mexico."

"Who's the newest victim?" Rossi asked.

"Monica Kellar; 23 years of age, working as a waitress to pay her way through Cosmetology school." he responded. "She was found on the side of the road, strangled with a dog collar."

"Oh my God." Prentiss responded quietly to herself.

"That's horrible." Reid replied.

"Gets worse." J.J. interrupted. "She had the words "Live Free" cut into the back of her neck with what seems to be a blunt object, such as a butter knife or maybe a fingernail. That's the same quote that was etched into the other victims, just in different locations."

She displayed pictures on the board in-front of them. Penelope cringed as she saw the images. This was a bit out of her comfort zone since she stared at codes and encryptions all day. She raised her hand and spoke without hesitation.

"I hate to interrupt, but please specify why I should be in here before I vomit."

"The last thing opened on Monica Kellar's computer was a virus that redirected her to a website." Hotch informed the room.

"LiveFreeorDie dot org." J.J. said. "The Albuquerque police say that each victim had a computer, but they can't hack into the system to view the history. Two out of six computers are frozen on this website."

They all looked up and saw images of the questionable, satanic website.

"Garcia, you're coming with us to Albuquerque." Hotch commanded. "We need you to go through the files and find out who created the site and where he got their handles from."

"Yes, Sir." Penelope replied.

"Our flight leaves in an hour. Get your things together and prepare for a long trip. Dismissed." Hotch and Rossi disappeared out of the room quickly along with the rest of the clan.

"Looks like you won't be able to miss me too much, Baby Girl." Morgan said to Penelope.

"Wish it was under better circumstances, Sweets." Garcia felt instantly better as Derek put his arm around her shoulders.

"You better stay away from questionable websites, Garcie." he said jokingly. "I don't want to have to fight off another stalker of yours."

"No promises on staying off , Gorgeous."

"Hey, you can look at this for free." he implied to his fantastic body; smirking. He pulled his Penelope closer and the two walked down the hall in sync. Penelope's eyes nearly rolled into the back of head as she smelt the incredible cologne that belonged this wonderful man.

She finally got to go on another trip with the group. She was scared of facing danger, but she needed to do all she could to help. When she had Morgan by her side, she knew she was as safe as could be.

XOXO

Derek tried to fall asleep on the private plane as they headed for Albuquerque, but he found his mind wandering.

The smell of Garcia's Plumeria perfume made him imagine lying on the beaches of Hawaii with her by his side. His baby girl was always in his fantasies. Normally, if he liked a girl he had no problem strolling up to her, flashing his badge and in the end, getting his way because she just couldn't resist his flawless charm, but that was the old Derek Morgan. These past few years he had realized that he didn't want a fling, he wanted a real relationship; with real love, real admiration, real care; a real home in the arms of his partner.

Every time he thought about family, he thought about Garcia. She made him feel good about himself in every aspect. Penelope made him feel like when he got home in the end of the day, she would be waiting; arms open, the smell of chocolate chip cookies in the air, ah, the joy.

Derek just wanted to cuddle Penelope in his arms on a cold night. The irony was, even though he had the courage to shoot a gun, tackle murderers and rescue victims from burning buildings, he was too terrified to tell Garcia how he truly felt about her.

He sat up and smiled when he saw her working magic on her own laptop. He got up and went and took a seat next to her.

"What are you still doing up?" she asked him taking notice to everyone else who had fallen asleep during the flight.

"Stress." he replied.

"Care for a World Famous Penelope Garcia Temple Massage?" she wavered her fingers in the air.

Morgan laughed lightly and looked at her skeptically.

"Don't underestimate my power, Good-Looking." she said before moving her laptop over and forcing Morgan to lay back.

"Fine, Fine." He obliged getting comfortable.

She reached over carefully, heart racing because she was just centimeters from touching his beautiful head.

"Aw, Garcie." He moaned at the contact of her finger tips relaxing his headache. She smiled at his comment and knew she had always been destined to be on that flight with the rest of the group. "Girl, you have some talented fingers."

"I'm talented in more than one way, Hot Stuff." she replied playfully. She massaged his temples slowly, carefully. She couldn't get over the way her fingers tingled at the contact. She hovered over his body as he snuggled back into the chair that was right next to hers.

She couldn't get over how beautiful he was and how perfect his lips were. They were just begging to be kissed. His long eyelashes would make a spider envious.

That's when he slowly lifted his eyelids and smiled perfectly at the blonde bombshell. His dark eyes were so intriguing, so dangerous and safe; all the same, that Penelope stopped what she was doing and just stared down at him.

"You are incredible." He told her.

Those words sounded so wonderful coming out of his mouth.

"That I Am." she whispered.

From a few seats over, Reid quietly awoke from his short slumber. He smiled when he saw the way Garcia and Morgan looked at each other. That's when he looked over at Prentiss who was sleeping like a baby. His heart sped up as he watched her. His smile stayed where it was and her image was the last to enter his brain before he fell back asleep just a few minutes later.

"I'm glad you're coming on this trip, Garcia." he said to her.

"Me too." She replied sitting back in her seat even though she'd rather ravage Derek right there and then. Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it… Rihanna's song hummed in Penelope's head.

"We'll catch the killer and when we get back, I'm taking you to dinner." he said more casually than Penelope wished.

"I'm holding you to that." she replied.

Morgan smiled and leaned back. He would finally get the rest he needed; right next to his baby girl. Not exactly in the way he imagined, but it would have to do.

Penelope jumped back on her laptop and did some researching on the murders. The sooner they solved the case, the sooner she would get to have dinner with Morgan. Casual dinner? Or maybe there was an underlying tone in his proposition that he could have possibly been hinting at…Hmm

"Bad Boy, Bad Boy..." she said quietly and determinedly to the screen. "Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?"

A/N-What do you think so far? There's plenty more where this came from, just leave a review!

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