Derek had every need sated. The constant hunger that had been there for a decade was finally gone. This was why it was possible to even be able to doze. He's known for never sleeping and if so only for four hours He felt for the woman next to him that had been there earlier but came up empty.

Hmm . . . where is she?

Derek reached over and slid his phone off of his bedside table and looked at it.

Two a.m. Are you serious?

Derek allowed his head to drop back down into his pillow. Derek hauled himself out his bed and found his underwear he had carelessly tossed earlier and pulled them on. He stood there in the middle of his room and widen his senses and found where she was. As he wiped the sleep from his eyes as he walked, he heard the sound of misc. things jumbling around coming from his foyer. When he turned that corner, he saw he digging her way through her purse.

What is she doing?

"Baby," she didn't acknowledge him at all. Derek raised his voice and tried again. "BabyGirl!" Penelope jumped and looked up.

"Hot Stuff – Morgan what are you doing up? I thought you were asleep," P said, pausing her search. She looked at him, but quickly looked away to the wall behind him.

"What am I doing up? BabyGirl, are you sneaking out on me?" Derek joked stopping by his couch. Derek grew leery when he was greeted with silence. He took stock and noticing that she was completely dressed; coat and sky-high heels and all.

Penelope hesitated, "I-I just thought with us um . . . finishing our . . . activities I should be going home," Penelope told, avoiding eye contact the entire time.

"BabyGirl, no, come back to bed," Derek pleaded, gesturing back the he came.

"I'm sorry mon cher, but we both know this was a mistake. A little bit too much alcohol and the both of us being lonely, so let's just forget about this little indiscretion and go back to being awesome best friends we've always been," Penelope explained.

Just then both their phones lit up saying work. Penelope drew her keys into her hand and swiftly walked around the couch in those kitten heels she always wore. She grazed her lips across his cheek and speedily headed for the door.

"I'll see you at work, Derek. And don't forget to take Clooney next door," P said opening and exiting through the door.

Derek? You never call me Derek.

Morgan stood in that exact spot for another five minutes long after Ester pulled away, thinking over the entire situation. When Penelope called him last night asking to come over and have a movie night, he thought things were getting back to normal. Kevin was out the picture. P had her rebound. So everything was in the clear. Earlier when he kissed her, she melted into him, and he had thought, "FINALLY! Everything is right." But now with her blowing it off and calling their act of love a mistake hurt worst then he would ever admit. With it concerning his BabyGirl why should he be surprised? Everything with her was always magnified whether it was joy or pain.

Now what am I supposed to do? The woman I love thinks having sex with me is a mistake. How do you come back from that?

"You don't" he said out loud. He dejectedly focused himself to his room to get ready to be in the same environment as the love of his life that just wasn't into him.