[a/n: this was actually written before my story 'body language' and i forgot to post it. the idea behind this story is the thought that, what if morgan kissed garcia, but she wasn't ready for it? what if she reacted badly? what if it sent everything into chaos? i hope it is enjoyable. i had lots of fun writing just this part. more to come!]
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL HERE IN. i merely like to watch the world burn from time to time... *evil grin*
... He shoved her against the wall forcefully, an intense look in his eyes.
"Derek? what are you-?" but he was beyond listening anymore. he lent in and kissed her fiercely.
All logical thought, all case related materiel, flew from her mind. It was as if all of her bodily functions had frozen, suspended in time and space. There was nothing but the stark, shocking reality of her present situation – Derek Morgan had her pinned to the wall. He was her best friend and he was kissing her. Not just kissing her; He was all up in her Penelope-ness with his Derek-ness, and all she could think about was how wrong this was. Derek Morgan should not be kissing her! What kind of co-worker slash best friend was he pretending to be? She had to end this right here, right now.. Penelope pushed firmly against Derek's chest with her bangled and bedecked palm until he relinquished his grip on her and let her pull away. She took in a deep gasp of air and flashed him a 'you're crazy' warning look before she started to speak, "What the heck are you doing?", she demanded in a barely contained whisper.
"What the heck am I doing?", the hurt and indignation in Derek's voice was evident, "What the heck are you doing, p? Everyday you walk through these halls showin' everybody in this building what you got going on, and every day you tease and flirt and push and pull the heart strings in men's hearts. Everyday I have to sit behind my desk and know that you've got to go home to some grease ball boyfriend who thinks you're neat 'cause you can do a few tricks with a keyboard and mouse and he likes that 'cause he thinks that makes you both the same. Big whoop! You are more then just a geek in a hacker suite, Penelope! He doesn't go to your plays! He never takes you out to the movies! He offers you those disgusting bacon covered doughnuts because he's too stupid to realize you're a vegetarian and have better sense then to put something like bacon on doughnuts! And he doesn't value the commitment you've made to always put you're work before you're relationships! Why did you flirt with me all that time, and then when he showed up, dropped me like third period Spanish? What part of 'I love you, you know that right?' didn't you understand? Can you please tell me, 'cause I'd really like to know!"
Penelope was so past the point of confused. Why was he telling her all of this now? She had been dating Kevin for three years, and he had never mentioned a single misgiving about their relationship before a few intense seconds ago. Her mind was reeling and her head was splitting and the thing she needed the most right now was her best friend, and since he seemed to have exploded into all sorts of crazy at the moment, a cool, dark, preferably void of twilight-zone-ness place where she could sort through her thoughts and perhaps have a good cry coupled with a calming batch of tea, would have to do. "I can't talk to you right now, Derek", she managed to choke out through a mixture of partial paralysis and the forth coming tide of tears as she raised her arm out in front of herself, hoping it would create enough of a barrier between them to keep him at bay. She felt very light headed all of a sudden and threw out her right arm behind her to the wall for support. When her hand came into contact with the wall it made her memory flash back to a few moments ago when Derek had held her captive there. This made her stomach give a small lurch and incurred further waves of dizziness. She needed to get out of here now.. "I have to get out of here..", she croaked as she staggered toward the glass door of the bullpen, flinging it open and hastening to her escape.
"Hey!, we're not done talkin' here, Penelope!", Derek called after her retreating form, still fuming and uncaring. "Penelope?"
But she was already half way out of the main offices, on the other side of the pit, and picking up speed as she got further away from Derek.
Derek slammed the door to the bullpen closed, enraged. He paced violently and ran his hands over his head in frustration. This was turning into the worst day of work in his life, and he'd just made it worse.
[a/n: sorry it's so short, but paragraph spacing is not cutting it, so i'll have to break it up in a bunch of small chapters. love y'all. peace.]