AN: Alright, I didn't like the lack of MG flirting in the CM episode three weeks ago,"Risky Business."... I had to figure out why they weren't together… Here's my kinky take on why... Will end up being more of a story, but I am probably not going to post on this for awhile. Other story in the works... Rose, this will be for you eventually (hint hint)...

Prentiss was working on a star puzzle, one that was impossible to put together. She began to tell the romantic tale of how the star puzzle came into existence. Morgan removed his headphones to hear what she was saying. A few seats away, his baby girl had a moony grin on her face, liking the little tale.

Reid started arguing the plausibility story, ruining the romance in the way only he could. He then took the pieces from Prentiss. He snapped all the pieces together in rapid succession, taking less than a minute. Prentiss glared at him. "There's a lot to hate about you, Dr. Reid."

"Try playing poker with him," Rossi said with a smirk.

"Or chess," Morgan added with a grin.

"Or go," Garcia added, with an exasperated frown.

It was getting late; it was going to be very dark by the time the plane landed. It was one of the rare occasions Penelope got to ride along, and she loved it. She shot her hot stuff a little smile, which he returned with a high wattage one of his own. Morgan put his headphones back on, and closed his eyes, and she went back to her knitting.

JJ and Hotch were the first two asleep, laying back in their respective chairs. Pen thought it may have to do with having young children at home. They probably got to bed earlier than she did on most nights. Almost all of Quantico got to bed earlier than she did, except for Derek. He was up late, too.

Rossi rolled onto his side, with a slight scowl on his face, and fell asleep. Garcia figured since he was with the BAU the longest, his nightmares were probably the worst. He saw so much more than everyone else; she never wanted to be in David Rossi's brain.

Prentiss was out next, sleeping with a gentle snore. She had some romance novel on her chest. Garcia thought that was kind of funny. All the years she'd known Emily, she never would've pegged her as the romantic type. She would have to question her about a boyfriend once they were back at work.

Reid was fighting it with all his might, trying to stay up and finish the massive tome he was reading. She could tell he was having difficulty; he kept snapping the page back with frustration, having to go over the text again. He finally shut the book with a look of disgust, yawned hugely, and fell asleep immediately.

Penelope almost laughed. She imagined it was like that every night; the boy genius fighting to stay awake in case there was something else to learn. When he was asleep, though, he looked very young, and very peaceful. It made her smile.

Once she was sure everyone was asleep, she stood up and walked to the bathroom at the far end of the plane. She closed the door and waited, 1...2...

"Hey, baby."

He shuffled into the cramped space and pulled her into his arms. She looked up at him under her lashes. "Hi, hot stuff. What took you so long?"

"Damn, woman," he growled against her neck. "You, with that red hair, red lips, sexy little smile…. It's bad enough having to hide how I feel on the phone and at the office, but with you five feet away…"

He stopped himself from talking by kissing her like he was famished for her. She had no doubt he was, she felt the exact same way. Her tongue darted into his mouth, tasting the salty sweet taste that was Morgan. Nothing tasted as good on this earth…except for other parts of Morgan. Once she got her first taste two months ago, she was addicted.

It happened by surprise. They were both dating other people, both seemingly fine with it. Then one day, they were out at dinner. All was going along fine, until he said out of the clear blue, "Why did you go out with Kevin after I told you I loved you?"

She looked over at him. There wasn't a touch of teasing; he was dead serious. She answered honestly. "Because you meant it as a friend."

He took a shuddering breath, and in that second, she knew she was completely wrong about him for the past two years. "If I said I meant it like a lover, would you give us a chance?"

She didn't have to think for very long. She loved him, she always loved him. She smiled, "Hell, yes."

That started this wonderful, whirlwind love affair with her best friend. First kiss was absolute electric intensity, first time making love was pure, unadulterated passion. Everything they did together was out of this world. It was magic; they both confessed their love and planned on getting married, the sooner, the better. She even had his ring on a chain around her neck.

Since they were in the same unit of the FBI, there were frat rules, but they didn't care. As far as they were concerned, they'd hide it for as long as they could, but it wasn't going to be forever. So far, so good. No one on the team even knew, although there were a few close calls. Morgan couldn't keep his hands off of her, not that she was complaining.

Speaking of his hands, they were running under her skirt. When they touched her bare bottom, he smiled. "Prepared, weren't you?"

She grinned. "Of course. I know you; you wouldn't want to miss the mile high club."

They made love.

He rested his head against her neck, too tired to move. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you, too."

He picked up the ring between her breasts. "Soon," he said, kissing her again.

She giggled. "Very, very soon, angel fish."

He helped her stand and get her skirt lowered, he fixed his own clothes, then they opened the door… and almost collided with Aaron Hotchner.

"Don't make me regret taking you with us," he said, looking straight at Penelope.

She gulped. "No, sir."

"And you," he said, looking at Derek, knowing whatever went wrong, he was the instigator.

Morgan just grinned. "Busted."

Hotch shook his head and went into the bathroom.

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