Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.
"The FBI are missing a trick, making you wear clothes everywhere," Penelope Garcia informed Derek Morgan, in her best matter-of-fact tone, barely concealing her shit eating grin at the face he pulled. But, conceal it she did.
"Baby girl, it's not just the FBI who demand I stay clothed. There's all kinds of decency laws." She turned to look at him, widening her eyes innocently—though the look in them was anything but.
"Hot stuff, there's all kinds of indecent things about you wearing clothes, and not wearing them." He smirked.
"I'm very decent with my clothes off. If you come round tonight, I'll show you just how decent I am." She smiled softly, the game losing just a bit of its fun.
"Promises, promises." She said, turning her eyes back to her computer screens.
Derek had just opened his mouth, intent on letting Penelope know that he was a man who kept his promises, when the door to Penelope's office opened and Hotch, a very hungover looking Hotch, mumbled something—Derek didn't know what, but he assumed it was time to gather for a new case.
The job came first, it always did. And he would keep his promise later.