"What brings you in so early, Princess?" Morgan asked as he walked into her office, a tall caramel macchiato extended toward her.

" Team B was in hot pursuit of a big league nasty and your all knowing Oracle was needed." She replied as she spun around to face him and upon spotting the drink, she eagerly raised her hands in anticipation. "You are truly a god. You know that right?" she asked as she took her first sip.

"I think you've got that backward Baby Girl, there is only room for one heavenly body in this relationship and you've got it covered." Morgan took a sip of his own coffee and his eyebrow arched as he looked back at Garcia practically falling asleep in her office chair. "What a minute. Garcia, how early did you come in?"

"My chocolate sculpted god of thunder, you know sleep is not an option when there are creepy crawlers out there just waiting to be found." She said slightly sleepily from her chair.

"Lie down Baby. You are dead on your feet. I don't want any backtalk from you either. You need to rest." He said as he walked toward her. "Come on Baby Girl, just an hour or so on the couch right there. I'll stay and wake you up if anyone needs anything."

"Morgan, I'm fine. Really." She shook her head and remained in the chair. "Don't you have someone else to worry about?"

"What did I say woman?" He asked with a tone that said he was going to win this one.

"Fine. I'll make a trade. Are you in a gambling mood Derek?" she smiled at him as she stood up and invaded his personal space.

"Where you're concerned? Probably not. But okay Baby Girl, what do you have cooking in that gorgeous mind of yours?" he smirked at her and pulled her the last few inches to him.

"If I'm not actually tired enough to sleep, you buy dinner tonight and If I actually fall asleep, I buy dinner tonight." She spoke into his chest as she held him tightly against herself.

"Lao Ming's? And a Star Wars Marathon? Baby Girl, I win either way when you are concerned. Go lie down baby. I'll go get some files and work in here for a little while. We've got 45 minutes or so before Hotch shows up." He guided her to the couch and as she started to get settled he left to go get some paperwork. She was sleeping when he got back.

LATER THAT NIGHT:

"Baby Girl?" Morgan called as he unlocked her door, brown paper bags from their favorite Thai restaurant and DVDs in his hands.

"In the kitchen." She called. "I'm making a drink. Want a beer?"

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked with a smile as he put the food on the table and continued to the fridge to grab a beer. Penelope was adding some fruit juice to the blender. "You making some fruity drink?"

"And it will be super yummy." She smiled at him. "If you want to set the food up in the living room, we can eat and start watching." He nodded and kissed her on the forehead on the way by. When her drink was sufficiently fruity and delicious, she joined Morgan on the couch. They ate in a comfortable silence for while before Penelope said something. "I'm really glad of where we are. Are you?"

"Of course Princess. Woman, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'd be lost without you." Derek paused for a minute before continuing. "Princess, don't ever let me screw up so bad that we aren't a we okay?"

"If necessary, I will tie you up and never let you leave my apartment. Of course, that would allow me to do whatever I desired . . ." She trailed off and laughed when she looked at Morgan and noticed he had a faraway look in his eyes. "Come on my own personal God of chocolate, Star Wars is waiting." Still chuckling, she got up and carried the remainder of the food into the kitchen. Derek recovered with a shake of his head and carried his bowl behind her.

A FEW NIGHTS LATER:

The team sat around a table, at the local bar, aptly named THE LOCAL SPOT. The whole team was present to witness Derek Morgan's fall from grace. The night had started simply enough. It actually seemed pretty normal. Dave, Hotch and Morgan kept getting drinks bought for them and they were getting hit on from all of the women in the bar. Instead of indulging in his usual behavior however; Derek was completely ignoring the attention and was watching Penelope with a ferocity that few had seen before.

"Morgan, are you okay?" Reid asked with concern.

"He's fine Reid. He's just realizing what was in front of him all along. Aren't you Derek?" Emily asked.

Derek turned to face them. "I just don't like the look of that guy. He's no good. I can tell."

"Hmmm. You sure it has nothing to do with the fact that Penelope is interested in him?" She knowingly suggested as she scanned the bar with her eyes and sipped her martini slowly.

"She's not interested in him. She's just being polite."

"I'm pretty sure that polite doesn't include swapping saliva in a public place." Reid interjected.

"She's WHAT?" Morgan stood abruptly and scanned the area looking for Penelope. Seeing her bright red top, he stomped across the bar. When he reached them, he roughly pulled him off of her.

"Derek? What the hell?" Penelope angrily glared at him.

"What are you doing?" Morgan asked her. "You. Get lost." He growled at the guy. As the guy left pretty fast, Morgan turned his attention back to a P.O.G. (Pissed Off Garcia). "Let me explain." He softly said as he reached out towards her.

"Don't touch me! You had no right to do that! No right! Damn it Morgan, what is wrong with you?" Penelope turned and went back to the table. "Sorry guys, but I'm going home. What is his issue?" she asked JJ, Emily and Reid. The only 3 people at the table at the moment.

"Sweetie. I really think you should talk to him." JJ said kindly.

"Why? So I can act like that was okay for him to do? Thanks JJ but I'm going to pass. See you guys on Monday." And with that, she was gone on her way home and the whole way she tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

LATER THAT NIGHT

After getting home, Penelope changed into sweats and a tshirt and cuddled on her couch with a glass of red wine. She was almost perfectly comfy when there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called on her way to get it.

"Delivery."

"Derek Morgan! You leave right now. I'm still pissed at you."

"Awww come on Mama, give a guy a break. Please just let me in so we can talk. I wasn't completely kidding about the delivery part. I brought you flowers and chocolates." When he didn't hear her, he continued. "Baby Girl, I'm really sorry." After another few seconds he heard the lock turn.

"You have a key." She said as she left the door open for him to follow her inside.

"I figured you didn't want to talk to me."

"I still haven't decided I want to talk to you. It depends on how good those chocolates are." Morgan hastily passed them over to Garcia who was now comfortably sitting on the couch again. "Baby Girl," he began as he sat by her feet, pulling them onto his lap.

"Just answer this one question. Why can you take every Jill, Erin, and Maria home that you come across but I can't make out with a guy in a bar?" She glared at him over the rim of her wine glass.

Derek Morgan made an executive decision then. Realizing that Penelope Garcia gave 100% of herself to everything she did, she wouldn't respect anything but a 100% truthful answer from him. "I was jealous."

"Jealous? Of him? Why?"

"He got to kiss you." Derek looked at the floor and his back became straight as if bracing himself for the rejection.

Penelope's face went white and her cheeks got flushed. "You were jealous of some random guy in a bar because he was kissing me. And you wanted to be the one I was kissing. Does that about cover it?"

After a minute or so, Derek answered. "Yes."

"Then, what the hell are you waiting for?"

Derek looked up fast and scanned her face to see if she was joking. Deciding that this was in fact, real, he leaned over her and braced himself on either side of her head and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.