(Author's Note: No income has been or will be received for this fanfiction. I own none of the characters mentioned.)
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Season 8 Episode 8: "The Wheels on the Bus"
Rossi: Okay. Tonight you're coming to my house, we're going to listen to Tony Bennett on vinyl, and drink 18 year-old scotch.
Garcia: I don't drink scotch.
Rossi: You'll learn.
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"How many phones do you have Garcia?" Rossi said with a quirk of his lips. "Do I need to frisk you?"
Falling back into her routine playfulness, Penelope tilted her head down and looked up through her lashes at Rossi, "You have to work for the privilege of running your hands over this Goddess' body. Are you feeling 'frisky' enough for that, Super Agent Rossi?"
Rossi leaned back against the side of the elevator as the doors closed. Letting his eyes slide down over Penelope Garcia's lush form, stocking clad legs, and back up; pausing to admire curvy hips and round tight breasts before meeting Garcia's eyes, Rossi let his eyes reflect a hint of lust "I am only a man, Penelope, and you could tempt a saint."
Penelope froze for a moment, chills running over her skin at the look in Rossi's eyes. Women like her didn't get looks like that often, not from men like Rossi. But that look was definitely for her. Only her. Penelope felt a real smile pulling at her lips and she relaxed some as the lift slowed the closer to Garage level it came. Rossi righted himself to stand beside Penelope as the lift shivered to a halt.
Placing a hand on Penelope's back as they stepped from the lift, he guided her through the garage toward where her car was parked. Movement in the next lane over caught his eye and he could see Lynch and the new red headed tech walking away. Rossi turned back to Penelope, hoping she hadn't noticed, only to catch her quick murmur, "well, my little Tesoro, maybe a saint isn't what I need tonight."
Opening the trunk, Penelope reached for her go bag only to have Rossi lean over her to sweep the strap of her light pink suitcase with the purple orchid on the corner from her hand. For a brief moment, she felt Rossi's chest pressed against her back, his hips cradling her ass, and his breath just past her ear. Closing her eyes, she felt those damn shivers again that raised the hairs on her arms. She turned to see Rossi carrying her go bag. Her bright PINK go bag with purple orchids on the corner. Penelope blushed quickly; Kevin always had a comment about her love of colors bleeding over onto everything she owned. "Sir, let me carry that! You don't want–"
"Penelope, you're coming to my cabin to relax, leave the 'sirs' here. And, seriously, you don't think my Italian manhood can stand up against carrying a pink suitcase for a luscious woman I'm escorting to my car? I believe I am insulted." Dave pulled an overly affronted face as he closed the trunk of the car. He smiled at Penelope's giggles and wrapped an arm around her waist to move her towards his SUV. He leaned down to rumble in her ear, "And, Kitten, if you continue to tempt this Italian Stallion, you're going to find out quickly that there is nothing fucking 'little' about the 'jewels' I possess." Rossi straightened back upright and placed pressure on Garcia's back to keep her moving as she faltered a little at the feel of his breath against her neck.
With a gasp, Penelope continued giggling, some from nerves, some from the excitement of being appreciated by an attractive man, and some just from being able to relax for the evening. And with that last giggle, she decided she WAS going to Dave's cabin (and he was going to be Dave for tonight at least) and she WAS going to relax. Damn it!
(elsewhere in the parking garage)
Kevin turned distracted eyes to Leah, his escort this evening. They had been talking for a few weeks now, and this was their third date. He wasn't quite sure why he felt so guilty about not telling Penelope that he was talking to someone. He had proposed marriage to her. And she had turned him down. Was he not supposed to talk to anyone else? For how long? He had never been good at all this. What were the rules? Leah had asked him last week to tell Penny that he and Leah were dating and he had said he would. The time just never seemed to come around at the right moment.
"Have you told Penelope that you're seeing someone yet?" Leah looked at Kevin. He seemed so distracted. He had said the case he and Penelope were working on was finished. "Did something happen?"
Kevin flushed. "Well. Uhm, I hadn't had a chance to tell her about us yet. I went to tell her after I got her page and got called in to work that emergency case with the bus of missing kids. After it was over with, we finished filing out reports and we were leaving. And, well, she asked if I wanted to hang out tonight. I ended up telling her I had plans with someone that couldn't be canceled." Kevin looked down. "Leah, she looked so let down. "
Hearing a noise, Leah glanced over her shoulder. Slowing to a stop, she pulled on Kevin's arm, stopping him as well. "I think she'll be fine Kevin."
"Do you think I should have told her later? Maybe tried to cheer her up first after that horrible case we worked, and maybe tell her another day? She doesn't have many friends. She's always at work or away with her team. She hasn't begun dating anyone and I don't think she has anyone." Kevin's forehead wrinkled a little in thought.
"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about Penelope, Kevin. " Leah's eyes were still focused on something behind them. Turning Kevin followed her gaze to see Penelope standing at her car with someone. "Isn't that David Rossi with her?" They both watched as he shut the trunk of Penelope's car, took her suitcase in one hand while Penelope placed her hand on Rossi's chest, earnestly explaining something they could not hear to him. A murmur of sound reached them as Rossi replied before Penelope's giggles pealed through the garage. Both sets of eyes watched, one set slightly envious and the other a tinge jealous as Rossi wrapped an arm around Penelope's waist and led her away to a dark SUV, leaning down to whisper in her ear, producing more giggles from Penelope as he whisked her to the passenger side of the SUV and encased her in its comfort.
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(Author's Note: This is my first ever published fanfic. For any ship that I read and enjoy. I don't know what I was thinking other than I just wanted something MORE to happen at the end of this scene. So, this is my something more. Hope you enjoy it. KK)