Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds

A/N: This is for Emzypemy, she knows why! But I'm after some romance and fun, and this was what was born! Sorry for mistakes, I'm in a rush but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

All in aid of Valentines!

Penelope Garcia was never one to hold a grudge but she knew that her boyfriend Kevin Lynch was a non romantic, that was one of his biggest faults. His idea of a big ole dose of romance was taking the breaker off her electricity and jumping out of the shadows. That to Penelope Garcia was nothing but a fright fest.

She stomped out of the apartment on the 13th February and was in a strop beyond strops, Kevin was going away. His mom wanted him home, so he'd accepted, the woman even asked Lynch in front of Penelope, knowing that it would be their second valentines together.

Penelope thought back to a year ago, that wasn't anything to rave about either. He'd taken her out sure but the film was his choice, action and gore and the meal was his choice, the greasiest Chinese Quantico had to hold. He loved every moment of it but then again he loved Bacon Doughnuts, whereas she didn't. He was her polar opposite and she stuck with him.

She drove the long way to work, hoping to disperse some toxic energy from her system, all she seemed to do is continually drag up the bad qualities of Kevin.

He was immature. He was naive. He was below cut. He was childlike. He was a geek to the syllable. He was a boy. He was a coward. He was weak. He was a push over. He was not romantic. He was silly. He was cute. He was not handsome. He wasn't what she wanted.

She pulled over to a stop and sat with her hands clenching the steering wheel. He wasn't Derek Morgan. She knew that was her problem. Always had been, and always would be. The one man stole her heart years ago and all she ever did was move on but at the end of the day he came back to her. It was always gonna bite her on the arse.

He was courageous. He was handsome. He was manly. He was bold. He was anything but geek. He had a hidden side. He was a dark horse. He was mature. He was romantic to an extent. He was every inch of man she needed and yearned for. He was her best friend.

She pulled back onto the road and continued to work; she'd have to deal with it all over again. But even the idea of seeing his smiling face defeated her. Their closeness was unstable, it was clearly questionable, they'd hardly dealt with one another but she knew he was still there.

She parked up and noticed his truck, he'd been back at his desk for like a month now, scratch that, he'd been back at his desk for 3 weeks, 5 days, 18 hours and 24 minutes, give or take. She'd been counting it because she loved him at that desk, it was his place in the bullpen, not in the office away from everyone.

She slammed her door and headed in, not noticing him around. She caught the lift and looked down, her mood hadn't improved any. She saw another set of feet and she breathed out and looked up, the doors closed and she focused on her thoughts.

'What did that door ever do to you baby girl?' Derek asked her with a cheeky grin. 'Count that as abuse.'

'It didn't do anything.' She grumbled.

'That's a heated tone, sexy but heated.' He said and she looked up, that was the Derek she remembered. 'What's up sweet thing?'

'It's nothing.'

'You abused a door, what's up?'

'Boyfriend troubles.' She admitted somewhat embarrassed and he stepped closer as the elevator slowly made its up way.

'Go on.'

'I want romance, I want to feel the love. I want it to burn when his near because I want him to want me.'

'Is this all in aid of valentine's?'

'i shouldn't have to ask for it on valentines, it should be given but no, I get 'I'm going away'.'

'His left?'

'Yeah, he left, his mom said jump so he asked how high? And went running.' She yanked the bag up onto her shoulder higher.

'Don't abuse the bag.' Derek teased. 'So he ran from valentines?'

'I guess, I'm not getting anywhere with him all I do is complain.'

'Never to me...'

'Well we've hardly spoken for me to complain, and you don't want that boredom rant.' She said and the elevator pinged to its stop. The climbed out. 'Have fun at work handsome.' She told him and felt slightly better.

At least something was getting better in her life.

Derek watched her saunter off, her composure dropped, her smile gone and he frowned. It'd been a long time waiting but now he felt his time had come to go and save her. Claim what should've been rightfully his.

And the time came when he watched Kevin walk out heatedly, he looked like a man scorned. With the opportunity open he ran for her door and knocked his old knock.

'Enter oh chocolate man of mine.'

'So what happened to the vanilla man of yours?' Derek asked and learned casually against the door frame. 'He near enough ran.'

'He wanted to take me for an Indian.'

'That's nice.'

'One that's gonna give him indigestion and a crappy night sleep.' She said his face. 'I sent him packing, I'm not interested in a rushed meal, in the door, out the door. I don't want to rush.'

'Okay, that's fair.' Derek told her and stepped in more. 'SO how about, after work, you, me, movies, top notch restaurant and we wander into Valentine's together?' He told her. 'Just as best friends of course.' He told her to settle her worries; he'd take it one step at a time.

'Sure thing handsome. As long as its not gore, action, and greasy.'

'What if I'm greasy?'

'Then that I can tolerate, easy on the eye that would be.' He laughed at her.

'Okay silly girl, I'll see you later; I'll make him wish he'd shown you a good time.' He winked. 'Then, you know, payback could well be that good morning.'

'Nice try Adonis.' She teased back; she'd really love to follow through on that one day. 'One day you might strike lucky.'

'I hope that one days soon Goddess.' He then left a skip in his stride. One thought going round and round his head as he went back to his desk.

Finders keepers, losers weepers.