Hi, this is my first ever Criminal Minds fic, so I hope it's ok. This idea came to me and it just wouldn't go away, so I wrote it. It's a bit more tame than what was plaguing my mind, but I thought this is enough for my first CM fic!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters, if I did there would be a heck of a lot more Morgan/Garcia scenes, their flirting is just so awesome!

--Red Lipstick--

Morgan sat at his desk thinking over the last case. It had been particularly hard on them all, what with it being kids that were being abducted - it was always harder with kids. He had spent the week taking refuge in the only things that truly kept him sane: talking to his family on the phone, and talking to Garcia. She always managed to make him calmer somehow, he wished he knew her secret.

Now, back at the BAU, he abondoned his wallowing in favour of seeing the face of the woman who helped keep him sane. When he reached her office, he went straight in and upon noticing all the monitors were off knew instinctively that something was not right. Then he heard her voice from behind him and he turned aroun with a grin, 'Hey Baby Girl' lnot making it past his lips as he saw her: Her lips painted in the deepest red, the colurof sin, her blond hair in curls around her face, her trademark red glasses complementing the bright dress she was wearing, her bountiful breasts spilling over the top as the dress hugged every curve.

He gulped and tried to ask her what was going on but his throat was dry. She walked towards him and he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move. He watched her as her lips formed that oh so sinfully sexy smile over her white teeth as she approahced him and he felt his groin stir. 'Oh shit, now is so not the time for this.' he thought, trying to think of anything but the woman who was currently walking behind him.

"Hey Hot Stuff." She drawled in her familiar telephone voice. "Want me to tell you what I have wanted to say to you all those times we've been on the phone?"

Morgan nodded seemingly without his knowledge as she walked around in front, facing him.

"I wanted to tell you all those times that you looked gorgeous, and not just in our playful way, seriously. That I wanted you here, with me, making love to me." He groaned in approval and the front of his jeans began to strain.

"I wanted to tell you how much I wanted to come out there and kick Agent Laurient's ass for trying to get her hands on yours. Your my Choclate God."

She stepped towards him and he could smell her perfume - flowery with a hint of earthy tones, very Penelope - he could feel her warm breath on his face as she spoke again: "I wanted to tell you how much I want to see the muscles that make up your body, the way water would look cascading dowm it as you showered, how you woul feel to touch, how you would taste. What you would sound like when you whisoered my name."

He was now completely turned on, his pants straining under the pressure, his penis trying to escape from its denim prison as her voice, proximity and smell drove him wild.

"I wanted to know what you would feel ike to kiss, to make love to, to fuck. I wanted to know what you tased like. Can I taste you?" She asked, her head cocked to the side and a sinful grin on her luscious lips. He grunted in response, his body unable to do anything more than that. She leaned forward, her face coming closer and closer, their eyes locked. He could feel her sweet breath on his lips as they brushed ever so slightly.

"Derrek" She mummebled, he tried to move towards her to no avail.

"Derrek." She said again, this time a little louder.

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"DERREK." She yelled, and he finally jolted awake. On first look he thought he was still there with Penelope close to him, the sight of her lips painted in the familiar red all he saw.

"Huh?" He mummbled, shaking his head and wiping the sleep from his eyes. When he opened the, again she was watching him intently and he tried not to stare at her.

"You ok Hot Stuff?" She asked, the concern evident in her voice.

...Hot Stuff...that brought forth the memory of the dream and he shook his head to dispell teh images, she didn't need this, she had Lynch, and hell, he didn't need this either: having sex dreams about one's best friend was never good, especially when said best friends was as amazingly individual as Penelope Garcia.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, rubbing his neck to will away the images.

"OK, well we're heading to teh bar if your coming." She said, glad he was ok.

"Sure, why not." He said, grabbing his coated and getting up to leave with her. Nothing like a good few shots and dancing with some random strangers to get rid of memories from dreams you shouldn't be having.

Ok, sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm pretty wiped out just now, posting this before I go and sleep for about a day! :P Tell me what you think? Love it? Like it? Meh? Hate it?

There will be another one after this, this time with Garcia having a dream of her own :)