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After my last anti-Jordan Todd story, I received a request from Lilyrocky80 to write another one :) Here's the story! So here's a lighter story than "Come Back To Me"…I figured we needed a break from my violent one. There's still angst, but it's short lived and this should only be a three-shot. We'll see how it all pans out. Reviews are always appreciated :)

Penelope entered the BAU bright and early on a Friday morning with an outfit dressed to kill. She had on a dark turquoise dress with a deep scoop neck that showed off her cleavage gorgeously and a pair of high hot pink heels. Her hair was down in bouncy curls and a jeweled headband sat on her head. A coy smirk was on her face and she was ready to look fabulous. She was specifically dressed to kill Derek Morgan. The two of them had been engaging in a flirting war long enough; he and she belonged together. They both knew it, they both were giving off signs they wanted it.

The tension couldn't be ignored any longer. The love between them couldn't be ignored any longer.

A whistle sounded from the corridor to her right. "Lookin' good, Baby Girl," Derek said, coming out of his office and joining her to walk into the bullpen. "Is that new?"

"Why don't you take a feel and find out for yourself?" she purred, winking at him.

He smirked at her as she headed to her office, swishing her hips the whole way. "You know I would love to," he responded. And then he grabbed her from behind and pulled her against him, her back to his front. He touched the silky material of her dress and said appreciatively, "Ooh, it does feel new. And silky…" His deft finger started to tickle her and she let out a squeal.

"Ah! Hot Stuff, that tickles!" she giggled. She loved the way his arms felt around her body and it took all her energy not to lean her head back and close her eyes to savor the moment.

Derek looked like he would respond, but before he could open his mouth, Hotch was coming around the corner with a few files in his hand. "Morgan, did you get that paperwork finished up yet?" he asked, apparently not paying attention to the two flirting individuals in front of him. He looked at him expectantly.

Clearing his throat, Derek released Penelope and straightened up. "Er, yes," he said. "Almost. I'll have them on your desk by the end of the day." An embarrassed cough escaped his mouth and Penelope felt her cheeks burn as well. There was nothing worse than getting caught by the boss.

Hotch nodded. "Great," he said, taking off in the opposite direction. Penelope and Derek were left in the hall by themselves again.

"So Baby Boy," she started to ask. "Do you want to go and grab a drink with me tonight? I've got the need to get slightly wasted tonight."

He grinned and she felt her heart soar. It looked like he would be willing to go and then she would have a chance to tell him how she truly felt. It would be her chance finally to unleash her feelings and see if Derek did in fact feel the same way about her. "I would love to, sweetness, but I can't," he said apologetically. His eyes seemed genuinely sorry when he told her. As fast as her hopes had risen, they sank back down when he told her he couldn't go.

Grinning foolishly and trying not to kick herself both mentally and in real life. She had to play this off like it was no big deal. She couldn't let him know she was truly devastated. Waving her hand like it was not a big deal, she said, "Oh, it's okay. I was just curious."

He opened his mouth to speak again when his cell phone vibrated from his pocket. Sighing, he shook his head. "I need to go," he said in an irritated tone. Leaning forward to kiss her forehead, he ran his thumb across her cheekbone. "Catch you later, Baby Girl," he said, sounding rather forlorn.

"Bye," she said, watching as he disappeared from view. Felling her shoulders slump slightly, she trudged off as well as she could in her hot pink high heels towards her office where she proceeded to sit down in complete defeat at her computers.

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Later in the evening after everyone was able to leave the BAU, Penelope ended up at the bar with JJ and Emily. Emily had just returned with six shots, two for each of them and slid them across the table to each woman. Raising one in the air, she said, "Ladies, I propose a toast…to women, because men royally suck and don't deserve the love we have to give."

"Here, here," Penelope slurred, tipping her head backwards and pedaling back the shot. The burn went down her throat and warmed her insides brilliantly until her heart ache started to feel a little less painful. "You know," she added, "I just can't figure it out. I looked so pretty in this dress! What's wrong with me? Do you think I'm too curvy for him? I guess I've seen him walk around with so many twigs I should've known!" She knew she was whining, but the alcohol made her not care.

JJ looked at Penelope sympathetically and rubbed her shoulder. "Oh Garcie," she said with sadness. "You are a million times more beautiful than any of those bozos he's been known to date. I don't want you thinking you are less than those women because you're not. You are the coolest of all the cool the sexiest of the sexiest, the smartest of the smartest, the –"

Emily cut her off. "We get it Jayje," she said. "What we need to do is get Morgan to realize that he is madly in love with the sexiest hacker in the world! And – and –" Her voice stopped and her mouth dropped ten feet.

"Aw, what now?" Penelope moaned. She turned around on her barstool to see what Emily was staring at. What she saw when she turned her head around was enough to make her heart implode and send the pieces splintering throughout her chest.

Sitting in a corner booth, with his mouth planted over another girl's, was Derek Morgan. His hands were caressing the much skinnier girl's breasts and her arms were wrapped around his neck, their bodies melded together tightly. And the girl in his arms was an agent from Counter Terrorism, Jordan Todd. Penelope, JJ, and Emily had never particularly liked Jordan when she'd temporarily replaced JJ as the BAU's communications liaison. She was reckless and cocky and always flirting with Derek, earning herself a special place as the most hated woman in the world for a while in Penelope's mind. At least for the short time she was with the BAU anyway.

Tears flooded her eyes and she set her shot glass down on the table firmly. The looks she was getting from JJ and Emily made her feel pathetic and she bent her head to hide the spilling saline down her face. "I could kick his ass," Emily suggested.

Penelope just shook her head and grabbed her purse from the table. "I'm going to go," she whispered. Looking up at her two girlfriends, she added, "I'll see you girls later."

"Penelope, wait!" JJ said, getting up to try and follow her. However Emily grasped her elbow and shook her head.

"Let her go, JJ," she said sadly. The two watched as Penelope hurried from the crowded bar and out the door, rushing like her life depended upon it. "She needs to be alone I think." She sighed and picked up her drink, stirring the slim straw in her drink and wishing her friend's pain would be eliminated.