Hiya! This is my first time writing for this fandom. I hope you enjoy these.

Always note:
- Dialogue from the show will be written in bold italics
- Most of these shots will be cannon divergent AU (mainly where Penelope and Kevin only dated 2 years instead of 4)
- If there is basis off an episode I'll let you know
- I do not, in any shape, form, or fashion, claim to be a great writer, this is just a little therapeutic fun
- I claim no ownership of Criminal Minds or any of it's characters; I just like to play around with them a bit

This first one is based off of what was learned of how Penelope and Derek first met in 9x12.

It was her first day at her new job.

Yeah, prison sentence, more like.

That niggling voice in the back of her mind was starting to take over again. She shook her head as she looked in the bathroom mirror. No, she wasn't allowing herself to think like that. This was what she wanted. A new start, a new life, to finally come out of hiding, finally be above board. She could do this. She could...

Penelope was startled out of her thoughts by someone else entering the restroom. She took one last look at her bright green colored clothing, which was a far cry than what she's been used to for all her adult life. She gathered her things and made her exit.

As she walked through the bullpen doors, she saw people looking at her but quickly kept her head down, before making contact with any of them, doing her best to remain invisible and not draw any unwanted attention to herself. She was a creature of habit after all.

She briefly noticed the three agents hovered over the computer screen as she went to get some files. As she searched through the files she could have sworn she felt someone looking at her. She shrugged it off, not daring to turn around. As she continued her task, her ears picked up on the conversation they were having.

"Hey what's the name of that new tech girl?" A deep, smooth as honey voice asked. Were they talking about her? She continued to ignore what she could hear.

"Gomez, I think," a young sounding voice said.

"Hey, Gomez?" She heard his voice ask again. That's when the first layer of realization dawned on her: she'd heard his voice before.

She heard him sigh. "Hey, Baby Girl?" He called out to her. Any initial attraction she found herself unwarrantedly feeling died right then and there. What did he just call her? Who did this guy think he was?

"Baby Girl?" She'd said incredulously as she turned around to see who this... this... guy was. That's when she saw him. He was the agent that was with Hotchner, the one that released her from the cuffs.

"Forgive me," she met his eyes and she could swear there was the same level of realization in them. Maybe he remembered her too, "I just didn't know the real—" Oh that smooth, honeyed tone, dropped an octave. He sounded sincere and didn't seem like he meant anything bad by it.

"I've been called worse," she cut him off. He didn't take his eyes off of her and she began to feel a little shy under his scrutiny. She cut the connection by averting her eyes and, just like that, their moment was over. "What can I do for you?"

She was walking to, what she's dubbed, her lair when she smelled his cologne. Her stride slowed a bit. "Hey, Penelope."

"You're calling me by my name," she turned in his direction. "No Baby Girl? And here I thought I was special." She smirked at him, strangely much more comfortable than she was a couple of hours prior.

He flashed that million dollar grin at her. "I just wanted to thank you for your help back there. I don't think we've ever found information so fast." He complimented as he strode towards her. "I also apologize for earlier, I didn't recognize you outside of the goth getup."

"So, eyebrows, you do remember me."

He chuckled and nodded. "I also remember that I did not give you a proper welcome to the team so, Ms. Penelope Garcia, welcome to the team." He stuck out his hand toward her. Hesitating for a split second, she took his hand and shook it.

The feel of his skin against hers sent an electrical current through her body. His grip was strong and sure. She was still holding on to him way past what was normal for this gesture, but he was still holding on to her, just as tight. "You said that like you meant it."

"I do. You seem like you'll be a very special asset to us." He loosened his grip on her hand and let go, which did nothing for the heart that was about to beat out of her chest.

"Well, thank you." She smiled. "By the way, have you given more thought to that FBI calendar? I think it be a very lucrative idea. I mean, if you need a photographer, I know my way around a camera," she thought about what she was saying, how it could probably be seen as sexual harassment, but she didn't care as much as she probably should. Well, I did agree to work for the feds, might as well have a little fun.

The smirk on his face was an indicator that he didn't seem to care much either. "I see you're going to be trouble."

"You have no idea," she bit her lip. "Well I should get going. See you around, Hot Stuff." She winked at him and continued walking towards her lair. She could feel him watching her retreat for a beat, before she heard his footsteps walking the opposite direction.

Working for the feds might not be that bad after all.

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