"Agent Morgan, could you please come into my office?"

Erin Strauss's cold, meticulous tone did little to hide the fact her words were not a request but an order, even through he bias of a phoneline her voice could chill molten lava within seconds.

"Yes Ma'am, I'll be right there," Morgan answered, sighing, a quick glance at the clock showing it was barely 9 AM, any day off to such a start could only go wrong and the team hadn't even sat down for their morning briefing yet.

Standing up, he shrugged his shoulders in response to Prentiss's and Reid's questioning glances, making his way through the bullpen towards the office of the wicked witch of the BAU. Rounding the corner, he was surprised to see Garcia knocking on Strauss's door. He quickly sped up, and placed his hand over hers on the doorknob before giving her a puzzled look. Reading in her eyes she was nervous about this meeting, he quickly dropped a kiss to her temple and opened the door.

"Agent Morgan. TA Garcia. Take a seat," Erin Strauss gestured to the chairs in front of her. Morgan could have sworn she sounded pleased of herself, and made a mental note to be even more careful than normal around her.

The older woman sat back in her chair, her hands joined at the fingertips, she paused and took a long look at both Morgan and Garcia. Derek looked straight back at her, but Penelope was staring hard at her hands in her lap. He desperately wanted to take her hand in his to comfort her, but when Strauss opened her mouth he was glad he didn't.

"It has been brought to my attention the both of you are pursuing a ..." Another pause, during which she pursed her lips disapprovingly. "A relationship far beyond professional boundaries."

Penelope gawked, and turned blood red. She opened her mouth, closed it again, then blurted out "How...?"
Morgan, at the same time, felt his temper flare up. "With all due respect, that is none..."

Their section chief held up both her hands "I am not finished yet."

Pen shot Morgan a questioning look, he tried to reassure her with a small smile, but Strauss was relentless.

"How this was brought to my attention is irrelevant here, and I am afraid it becomes very much my business, Agent Morgan, when you bring your business into your workspace."

"Ma'am, we have been nothing but professional while we were at work, and ..." Pen's voice trailed off when Strauss shot her a positively murderous look, which puzzled Morgan even more. He felt his heart sink, the woman in front of him was up to something and she seemed convinced she would get what she wanted.

"There have been numerous complaints over the years about your ... conversations..." Strauss started, spitting the word out as if it was an unmentionable disease, "and now about inappropriate ... touches as well. And then, then someone sent me this."

Taking one look at the screen in front of them, Penelope turned an even brighter shade of red, let out a small cry, and turned away as quick as she could. Morgan, born shameless, first grinned, then remembered the seriousness of the situation and kept looking at what appeared to be a still shot from a video, depicting him and Penelope, half naked, in a rather compromising situation, right in the middle of his desk in the bullpen. He started shaking his head. This had to be some sort of sick joke, they had never...

Strauss clicked a remote, "And then there's this," revealing another image, a picture this time, of the two of them making out like bewildered teens, his hands under her skirt, on the round table in the conference room.

"I will spare you the video, Agent Morgan, TA Garcia," Strauss continued, looking at the both of them before Morgan interrupted her sharply.

"We never did any of that here, I don't know what you're getting at here, Ma'am," he spat out, defiantly.

His superior leaned over her desk, looking him close in the eyes.

"What I am getting at," her tone dripped with venom, "is that given the indubitable proof provided by these visual ... references, I have no other choice than to transfer one of you."

She leaned back, a small smile on her lips revealing the pleasure she was taking in the shocked look on their faces. Morgan was fuming now, while Pen looked at him, her mouth open.

"Miss Garcia, you start Monday in our California offices. I understand you still have family there, so you will not have too many difficulties. You can go clean out your office now, I do not expect you to come in tomorrow, so you have three days to pack. We have secured you a temporary living arrangement and... " Pen didn't hear the rest, as she leapt out of her chair and ran out the door, tears streaming down her face.

Morgan slammed his fist on a surprised Strauss's desk, whose victorious smile was wiped off her face when she saw the rage in his face.

"I won't let you get away with this, you know we were set up!" he yelled at her, before getting up himself to run after his crying girlfriend.

"Agent Morgan!" she shouted after him, but he didn't stop. "I can offer you a solution..."

He stopped straight in his tracks, turning around in the doorway with a puzzled look on his face.

"Close the door, Derek," she continued, her voice sultry, her smile back on her face. He knew he shouldn't, but he still walked back to her desk. She stood up, came up to him so they were standing face to face.

"I may reconsider the transfer of your little ... crush," she said, looking up at him, her hands suddenly on his chest, "should you provide me certain ... services," she continued, batting her eyelashes in anticipation, leaning up a little as if to kiss him.

"HELL no!" he shoved her off of him, looking at her with disgust and started running after Pen.