AN: Hi Everyone! This is going to be our shot at a Halloween story. It all came from us texting each other and as I was not paying attention while I was typing, my text got severely auto corrected. Freely and I had a ball going back and forth regarding the autocorrect and we decided to make a short story about it. – Polhop

A/N2: Ahoy, Mateys! Yes, indeed, we had quite the mutiny with our messages; twas very sad, but oh so naughty! Lesson be learned that bad typos and even funnier puns were all the fuel we needed for this new idea! Alas, I shall stop with the horrible pirate talk and get on with the story – FreelySheRoams

Please, enjoy!

Prologue

Derek Morgan was known for many things; his braveness, his intelligence, and his famous ability of knocking down doors. Though there was one thing that people did not know about him. Something he had kept to himself since he discovered it at the ripe young age of 13.

Derek, was an ass man.

A full-fledged, would do anything he could to sink his teeth into a perky, plump – oh so round and more than a handful one, ass man.

Thing was, there was only one ass that made him drool; striking him stupid with her mesmerizing full hips, swaying rhythmically back and forth – a sinful taunt, luring him to shore like a lost sailor at sea. He tried his best to hide the near infatuation with that ass of hers, but when she sashayed; ass bouncing and oh…he would never forget those lush tits of hers – across the bullpen like the Goddess she was on those deathly alluring stilettos, Morgan became a man cursed in a trance.

God forbid the times he would walk into her office and she'd be on all fours fixing something from underneath her desk. Trailing his eyes up from those colorful heels, to the sexy seam on the back of her stockings; grinning widely when he reached his treasure – ass wiggling around, as she arched her back and got lower to the ground.

Arousal flooded his senses; embarrassingly leaving his pants too tight, forcing him to swallow a primal growl. Oh, how he wanted his best friend, and he wanted her bad.

"Morn'n Princess," voice gruff, as he walked into her lair.

"I'll show you a good morning, Hot Stuff," replying, just as she always did.

That enticing offer sent a flurry of fantasies racing through his mind – most of which had her beneath him while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of the cutest derriere he knew. "Name a place and a time, Sweetheart."

Garcia moved closer; kissing his cheek, only to bump him with her hip before moving on to greet the rest of the team. "Boy Wonder, we gotta talk," flashing the young agent a dazzling grin, as she stepped away from Derek.

Though he hated to be away from her, his favorite hobby was watching her walk away – staring longingly at those perfectly rounded globes he wanted to mold; hidden under that tight fuchsia pencil skirt. Taking a few deep breaths in order to tame his inner beast – briefly wondering how a little smack might make it jiggle.

Following her back out into the bullpen, deciding to try and finish his paperwork only to get distracted with Penelope and Reid talking in the corner. She'd sway her hips; laughing melodically as they talked, and it nearly caused him to have a heart attack when she dropped something on the floor, and bent over to pick it up.

Fuck.

He could feel the sweat forming on his brow; reminding him of his quest to figure out a way to move their relationship further along, though he didn't want to push her. Considering Penelope had just recently broken up with Lynch not long ago; Derek didn't want to swoop in and be the rebound guy.

But every day she teased him more with her perfect curves and her penitent laugh. He watched her leave Reid behind and escape back to her office; not even bothering to hide his stare as she flounced out of the room.

"Morgan?"

Derek turned away from perfection, to glare at Reid. "What kid?"

Reid being oblivious, sat down next to him. "What are your plans for this weekend? Are you going out with any of your girls?"

"What girls?" rolling his eyes; slightly miffed. "There hasn't been girls in months."

"That's right. You have been lacking in the girls department ever since Garcia announced her breakup with Lynch," Reid prattled on, tossing him a sly little smirk.

"What do you want, kid?" Morgan growled, stopping him from continuing with his line of talking. He didn't enjoy being profiled by a know-it-all.

"I wanted to see if you are free Friday night, baring we have no case. Garcia and I are hosting a spooky Halloween party, and wanted to invite you?"

Morgan's mind instantly raced with images of Penelope in a sexy nurse's outfit – mouth instantly salivating, nostrils flaring…and he gulped. Oh how he would let her sponge bathe him. Or maybe a sexy cops outfit with shiny handcuffs dangling from a belt; he'd be gladly integrated by her any day.

Morgan smiled thinking of all the possibilities. "Yeah kid, count me in."

"Great! Garcia will be glad to hear it. She was going to send out formal invitations but she didn't want to risk the chance of getting a case, so she thought word of mouth would work better," Reid beamed; getting up from his seat.

"Do you know what you're going as?" Morgan waggled his brows, thinking of his own costume.

"Yeah, I'm going to be Robert Oppenheimer. He is one of the guys that helped invent the atomic bomb. They say that-…"

"I get it, Reid. You're gonna go as some smart ass scientist," smirking, as he stood up.

"At least I'm going to dress up. Whenever you go to Halloween parties you never even try," Reid retorted.

"I'm gonna dress up this year," he said matter-of-factly.

"And what will you be going as?" plopping down at his own desk, waiting expectantly.

"This year I'm going to dress up as a pirate," grinning at the young genius; quickly leaving the bullpen in search for booty.