Author's Note: I think we're looking at a four-parter here! Enjoy!

Derek collapsed onto his mattress beside Garcia with a satisfied sigh, struggling for air even as he spoke. "That was…"

"Fantastic, as usual," Garcia finished breathlessly.

Derek nodded. "To say the least."

Penelope closed her eyes and then opened them as she sat up. "I have to go," she said, reaching for her underwear.

But Derek grabbed her wrist. "So soon?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed. "I have to be to work in a few hours," she reminded him.

"Well, so do I," he reasoned.

"Yes, but I don't have any clothes here."

"Well, that is a bit of an obstacle," he agreed. "But two hours? We have time enough for another round."

She stood up and stepped into her panties. "I have to go home and shower," she told him.

He sat up on his knees and crawled towards her, his hands resting on her hips. "Shower here," he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

She laughed. "And be dirtier than when I got in?"

"With any luck," he said huskily.

She took his face in her hands, leaning down to kiss him hard on the mouth. "As much as I'd like to, I can barely walk as it is."

He got a smug look on his face. "OK, now that is an excuse I can live with." He lay back down on the bed and watched her as she finished getting dressed.

She grinned at him over her shoulder. "See you in a few hours," she said as she left the room.

Damn. He was hard again.

The woman was a tiger in bed.

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Penelope Garcia sighed as she made her way into the BAU. Not only had she had an incredible night of sex—with no strings attached, she might add—but today was the last day before Christmas vacation. The BAU didn't disband very often, but the Christmas holiday was an exception. It gave Hotch a chance to spend time with his family, JJ time to spend with hers, Reid would go to Vegas to see his mother, Prentiss went to see the ambassador, and…well she wasn't quite sure what Derek was doing for Christmas this year. She grinned. They didn't talk much.

But she was going to do what she always did. Watch movies on Lifetime, Hallmark, and ABC Family. And while her idea of a perfect Christmas wasn't what everyone else's was, she'd come to terms with her circumstances long ago. Better to make lemonade out of lemons and all that.

She began humming It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year as she walked into her office. She put her things away and fired up her baby. Until she'd started getting laid again, her computer had pretty much been her life. But when Morgan had suggested the friends with benefits option, she'd jumped on it—and him. It wasn't like he was her first; she'd been with other men. But none like him. She didn't even know she'd never gotten off until Morgan. She smiled at the thought. Usually in under five minutes. And never only once. She shivered at the thought. Had she known how freeing and 'no pressure' a no strings attached relationship could be, she would have suggested it herself years ago.

The door behind her slammed shut and she flew up out of her chair. It went rolling across the room. "Morgan!" she said breathlessly. "You scared me half to death!"

He stopped her chair with his hands. "We're in a heap of trouble!" he said severely as he gave her chair a solid push back towards her.

She lifted an eyebrow at him as she caught it, then sank back into it. "Did I knock you up?" she asked in a teasing tone.

He took a deep breath, and closing his eyes, he leaned back against her door. "I need a huge favor," he told her.

She turned back to her computer. "What?" she asked, as she began opening the programs she needed for a typical day.

He cleared his throat. "My family might think we're engaged," he told her.

First she froze, and then she spun around in her chair and shook her head as if to clear it. "What?" she asked in disbelief.

He sighed. "I may have told them that we were engaged to get them off my back," he told her.

"Why me?" she asked.

"Remember that picture JJ took of us at the picnic last summer?"

She nodded.

"Well, she emailed me a copy of it, and when mom asked for a picture of my girlfriend…" He winced. "I sent her that one."

"Why would you do something so stupid?" she demanded.

"You have no idea what my mother and sisters are like!" he said desperately.

She sat there, studying his face. The expression on her own told Derek she didn't like what she was hearing.

She scoffed. "Well, it sounds to me like you're the one in 'a heap of trouble,'" she told him.

"Except that this morning when my mother called, she gave me an ultimatum." He looked at her face, his expression almost pleading. Which was highly unusual for him. Derek Morgan didn't beg. He had, though, on occasion, caused her to beg. "I can either bring you to Chicago for Christmas...or she'll come here to meet you."

"What?" Penelope shrieked.

"I told you it wasn't good news!"

She flew up out of her chair again. "I thought we were just bangin'," she told him.

"Well, we can 'just bang' in Chicago," he told her.

She shook her head and pointed a finger at him. "No! No, no, no. I have plans for Christmas, Morgan! And they don't involve…Chicago," she spat.

"They do now," he told her.

She glared at him, hands on her hips. "I'm not doing this," she said defiantly.

"Garcia—"

"I WANTED NO STRINGS ATTACHED!" she yelled.

He winced again. "I'm sorry," he told her sincerely. "But I promise, once we get back here, we'll go back to no strings."

She sat back down in her chair and leaned back with a sigh. He looked out into the bullpen and no one else was on the floor, so he walked over and kneeled down in front of her. "If you do this, Garcia…" His hands found her bare ankles and slid up her legs and underneath her skirt, his touch feather light. She had to bite back a groan. She knew what he could do with those hands. His voice fell to a whisper. "I'll do that thing you like. With my hands…and then my tongue…and then my hands…and then my tongue…" He lifted his mouth to nip her earlobe. She pushed him away.

"Dammitt, Morgan," she said angrily and breathlessly…but mostly breathlessly.

"What do you say?" he asked, his gaze piercing into hers.

"I swear to God, Morgan…" She rubbed her forehead. "When do we leave?"

"Tonight," he told her. "And…one last thing."

"What?" she asked harshly.

"Don't you think it's about time you started calling me Derek?" he asked.

"No. I don't want things to get personal," she reasoned.

He grinned up at her, his elbows resting on her thighs. "I was inside of you less than two hours ago. You don't think that's personal?"

She took a deep breath. Aspirin. She was gonna need a lot of aspirin.