A/N: This was inspired by a set of VERY interesting pictures of Shemar Moore I found online. You should go find them. VERY worth it. And I know this isn't the best I've done, but, I had to get it out there- if those pics inspire you, feel free to take another stab at it.

I own nothing, as usual.

It was a typical Saturday morning. Penelope sat down at her laptop and started checking her email. She saw an email from her friend Maria who was living with family in Antigua.

Hey Pen-

Having a great time here. Was looking over some pics from my visit down here a few years ago and saw something that I thought you might be interested in. Cropped, scanned and attached below- enjoy!

Curious, she opened the first attachment. It was a grainy picture of a good looking man standing nude in the ocean. She took a sip of her coffee, then choked, narrowly avoiding spitting all over her laptop.

If she didn't know better, the glistening, nude god standing there was Derek freakin' Morgan. She closed her eyes tightly, then opened them again, scrolling down. Yep. Little Derek was there as well. She flushed, staring at the perfect male form before her. Penelope was relieved Maria had sent the pictures to her online mail account; somehow, she had a feeling the FBI wouldn't take lightly to nude pictures of one of their agents showing up in her email.

Derek was supposed to pick her up in an hour to go to the farmer's market, and she was transfixed staring at him in all his nude glory.

"Maybe it's not him. Maybe it's just some guy who looks a lot like him." She took one more look and sighed. "Yeah. Can't be Derek. I won't believe it." She knew she was lying to herself. Maria had met Derek the last time she was here, she would have recognized him in her old pictures… there's no way she would've sent the pictures otherwise- no need to.

She heard a knock on the door and closed her laptop guiltily. He was early! She looked at her clock. No, he wasn't early, she had just spent an hour gazing at his nude perfection.

"Um, Pen? Can I come in? Everything ok?"

She rushed to the door. "Yeah, sorry, um, give me a few minutes to get changed, 'kay?" She avoided looking at him at all, fearing that all she would see would be his body, glistening with water.

"Um, sure, ok." He sat down at the table. "Mind if I check my email?" Distracted, she just replied, "Um, yeah, whatever." He opened the laptop and stopped cold when he saw the images up on her screen. Just then, Garcia walked up behind him. "HOLY CRAP!" She took a running leap and slammed the monitor down, turning to face him. "Yeah, funny that, um, my friend in Antigua, Maria, you met her, she, um, thought this guy looked like you, and she sent the pictures, but I don't know why cause that guy looks hardly like you, I mean, not like I know what you look like naked, I mean, not like I even noticed the guy was naked…and, for that matter, you've probably never been to a nude beach, you've probably never even been to Antigua, so how would she find you in 10 year old pictures? I mean-"

"Pen. Shut up."

"Um, ok." She stared at his feet.

"The answer is yes, a dare, and grower."

At the last, she gaped at him unabashedly.

He grinned at her, and whispered in her ear. "That's what you wanted to know, right? And yes, the water was very cold."

He straightened up. "Now, let's go get some vegetables."

They rode in the car in silence. When they pulled up to the farmer's market, Derek reached around and opened her door, then, oddly, took her hand.

"So, do you want some zucchini? Maybe carrots? Oh, no, I know, look, home made pickles!"

She sighed and turned to face him.

"Look, I am so glad this is hilarious to you. Can I just point out that it's been a very long time since I've had sex? Hot stuff, you know what you do to women, so, just, lay off already!"

She stomped off in a huff. He watched her browse the stalls, smiling to himself. He hadn't known about the pictures, but he was glad she had seen them. His blood thrilled seeing the way a grainy picture of him had affected her. Maybe now would be a good time to start letting her know a few other secrets… like how he liked to watch her when she didn't know he was looking, or the way he was always having to force his mind to focus when she was around… or the way he had this reoccurring dream starring her, a white picket fence, and 2.5 of his kids.

She came back to Derek with her purchases. She had realized she was glad she had seen those pictures; it gave her a lot more ammunition to tease him with. She smirked up at him. "Take me home, Derek."

"Oh, what's at home?" he slipped into the front seat.

"Lunch, you dork." She smiled wickedly. "And hot stuff? We're having sausage!"

He groaned. He had the sinking suspicion that she had now gotten over her shock.

After lunch, she gave him an inscrutable look, and opened her laptop again.

"You know, I don't know that I believe that these pictures really are you. I mean, other than the face, what frame of reference do I really have?" She mentally crossed her fingers, hoping he'd rise to the bait. She wasn't sure what was making her so ballsy today, but she wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.

He gaped at her, rolled his eyes, but then did the unexpected. There in the middle of her kitchen, he stripped off his shirt.

"Well? Is that a better frame of reference?" He loomed before her, crossing his thick arms across his well-muscled chest.

She turned the computer so she could have a side by side comparison. "Hmm, it is a close resemblance, you know, but I'm still not- Derek, what are you doing!"

Grinning hugely, he finished unbuttoning his pants and pushed both pants and boxers off his hips.

"Oh."

He grinned hugely. "Thought you might like an accurate comparison."