"I was hoping you'd get to meet Garcia before we left," Derek Morgan's new boss, Aaron Hotchner said over his shoulder as they boarded the plane. "She's our right hand man," he said.

"She'd kill you if she heard you say that," JJ told Hotchner, her tone filled with amusement. Derek knew her name because…well, he never forgot a blonde's name.

"Sassy?" he asked curiously.

"You have no idea," Prentiss said dryly as they all picked out seats on the plane. Once it was airborne, his boss began to go over standard procedure, which he explained, wasn't exactly standard at all. It was likely to vary from city to city.

"So…this Garcia. What exactly does she do?" Derek asked curiously.

"She's our computer technician," the skinny kid told him.

"And our resident smart ass," Prentiss chimed in.

"And she has a problem with punctuality," Hotch, as he'd heard the other agents call him, said. "But she gets away with it because there's no one else on the planet that can do what she can."

"And what's that?" Derek asked.

"Anything," Reid told him. His cell phone began to ring as if on cue and Reid looked at the caller ID and flipped it open. "Garcia, you're on speaker."

"Hello, agents," she said cheerfully.

"Hello, Charlie," JJ said with a grin.

"Oh, you know me so well!" Garcia said. "Role call?"

"Garcia!" Hotch warned.

"Jill?"

JJ laughed. "Here."

"Kelly?" she continued.

"Here," Prentiss said through gritted teeth.

"Sabrina?"

There was no answer.

"Sabrina?" Garcia repeated.

JJ looked at Hotch. "He's here, Garcia, but he's not going to answer you."

"Good enough. Whatcha got for me?" she asked.

Derek thought he recognized the voice, but he couldn't quite place it. He looked at Reid. "Am I missing something?" he whispered.

Reid cleared his throat. "Garcia seems to think that we're Charlie's Angels, and that she's…well…Charlie."

Derek looked him up and down. "Who the hell does that make you?"

"I'm Bosley," Reid replied with a grin.

___

Four days later, Derek Morgan walked into the BAU and headed straight for his desk. All he wanted to do was to get his paperwork done so he could go home and get some sleep. He'd been a cop for years, and he thought he'd seen everything. Four days and one case in the BAU, and he was certain he hadn't seen even a fraction of what mankind was capable of. He reached his desk, dropped his bag, and sat down. He rubbed his face and sighed.

"First case is always tough."

He jumped when he heard the voice behind him. He turned around and Hotch was standing there.

"I'd like to tell you it gets easier, but…it doesn't. But just so you know, they aren't all this gruesome."

Derek nodded. "I hope not," he said. "Not for my sake—"

"You don't have to explain yourself, Morgan," Hotch interrupted him. "None of us want to see these things happen to anyone. But unfortunately, they do. And all we can do…is to be there when they call us in and do our best to catch them."

___

It was six o'clock, and Penelope Garcia was ready to get home. She shut down her computer and stood up, stretching from head to toe with a groan. She wondered if the team was back yet and turned around to see if she could catch a glimpse of one of them. Plus, she wanted to see the newest member of the team. Two of the walls in her office were enclosed with glass so it overlooked the entire section of the floor. She scanned the room and saw Prentiss sitting at her desk, Reid pacing back and forth, as he usually did, and Hotch. She squinted to see who he was talking to. When she got a good look, her jaw dropped and she froze. But only for half a second.

She fell to her knees and had to force herself not to crawl under her desk. "No way," she whispered to herself, as if someone was going to hear her while she was alone in her office. Her mind raced as she ran through her options. The team was sure to be there for hours what with the paperwork they'd have to finish up, and Penelope wanted to get home. Not that she was going to sleep a wink now, even with the exhaustion she was feeling. But she couldn't hide under her desk all night; she was a grown woman for crying out loud. She took a deep breath, stood up facing away from the glass, and dusted the dirt off her knees. If she walked out of her office as quickly as she could and stayed along the wall that was furthest from the desk area, no one might even see her. She nodded as if to strengthen her plan. She could do this. It was just…the new guy. She couldn't even bring herself to think his name. She grabbed her purse, and as if she were running for a touchdown, Penelope Garcia sprinted from her office. The door hadn't even closed before Hotch noticed her.

"Garcia!" he yelled.

Stupid FBI agents and their intuition, she thought. Well, she wasn't going to stop. She was running for it, for crying out loud!

"Garcia!" Hotch said, louder this time.

She quickened her pace and all of a sudden Reid popped up in front of her. "You OK, Garcia?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said breathlessly.

"Well, Hotch is yelling to you," he told her.

"Oh," she said in a small voice, pasting a fake smile on her face. "Thanks, Reid. I didn't hear him."

"No problem," Reid said.

She turned around and began to walk towards Hotch and the new guy. Slowly, so she could catch her breath. Lots of people faced things head on, she reminded herself. Why shouldn't she be one of them? "You can do this," she coached herself as she approached them. She put another fake smile on her face. "Hello," she said in a pleasant tone. And she was rewarded with the best surprised look she'd ever seen. She stuck out her hand. "Penelope Garcia," she said sweetly. "Pleasure to meet you. Our newest recruit, I assume?"

The man slowly stuck out his hand. "Derek Morgan," he said as if in a trance.

"Penelope, Derek comes to us from Chicago," Hotch told her.

"Ahhh…the windy city," she said.

He nodded. "It's nice to meet you…Garcia, was it?" he asked pointedly.

She nodded. "Yes. Penelope Garcia," she told him. "It's very nice to meet you, too. But I'm afraid I have to run. I…have things to do," she lied. She turned to Hotch. "See you tomorrow, Hotch."

Hotch nodded. "See you tomorrow," he told her.

Penelope could feel Derek's stare on her until the elevator doors closed.

___

She knew it was him when the knock came on the door later that night. She stalked over and flung open her front door with eighteen years of pent up fury. "I knew you'd come here," she said accusingly.

Without a word, he gave her a forceful shove backwards and stepped through the doorway. He used his heel to close the door and stalked toward her. Her eyes could only widen. It wasn't like she could push him away—her insides turned to jelly just as they always had when he was around.

She backed up until she hit the wall and then froze. He didn't stop until his body was right up against hers. She could feel his warmth through their layers of clothes. His eyes were glued to hers as his hands reached down. He threaded their fingers together and lifted them above her head, pinning them there.

"Derek…" she said helplessly.

His eyes never left hers as his mouth came down. It was hot and heavy on hers—his tongue sweeping inside and claiming hers with a certainty that even she felt. She tried to free her hands, not to break away, but to touch him. But he wouldn't let go of her. She whimpered as his tongue moved with precision, caressing hers in a way that made her want to just let go and let him have her.

But it was over too soon. He pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. He'd always been a fantastic kisser.

"Are you seeing anyone?" he asked harshly.

She nodded wordlessly.

"Are you sleeping with him?" he demanded.

She just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Penelope?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No," she whispered.

"Good," he said with an approving nod. "Get rid of him," he ordered with what she could only describe as a growl.

And as quickly as he'd come through her front door, he left it.