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This story was written as a request of sorts from SunnyInOregon, (check her stories out by the way, they're awesome). Also, thank you Ren Kayashima (whose stores are awesome too, check her stories out), for suggesting the name, O'Malley's, when I was unsure what to name the bar that the team will frequent in this story.

Courting Penelope Garcia

For SunnyInOregon

Chapter One

He was getting too old for this, but to admit so would be to admit defeat, and Dave Rossi was not one known for forfeiting. He took a sip of the Scotch that he had ordered and inwardly cringed as he watched his, no he corrected himself, the team's, Technical Analyst, watch herself twirl the umbrella in the bright blue alcoholic drink on the table top in front of her. She looked up from her drink and looked toward the dance floor.

Dave followed the direction of Penelope Garcia's brown-eyed stare, and for the sixth time tonight, it was fixed upon Derek Morgan who was dancing with a different woman than the song before. When Dave glanced back to Penelope, his astute eyes narrowed at the way her eyes crinkled into thin lines and her bottom lip just so at the corner puckered inward, as if she was biting on it to prevent from crying.

Fuck it, he decided. If Derek Morgan would not claim what was obviously his for the taking, Dave Rossi would hijack it from him.

He had been an active Senior Supervisory Special Agent and apart of the team, for four years now and he had had enough of the deplorable dance of wills we or won't we that Garcia and Morgan have both artfully and pathetically mastered. He downed the rest of his Scotch, before he slammed the glass upon the table effectively making her jump from her pity party, which was his full intention.

The song that had been playing died down and the beginning chords of the next had started. She started bobbing her head and lip-synching. "Ro-Ro-Ro. Ro-mance."

"Dance with me." He prodded the music around them and the silence between as he held a hand out to her.

Uncertain what his true intent was, she stared at the proffered palm. Why did the most well-known Lothario of the Bureau want to dance with her?

"Wh-Why?" She stuttered through her response.

"Because I want to show all these young'uns that I still got it." He replied.

"But, um, sir, I didn't realize that you had," Penelope hesitantly paused and looked to the floor just behind and to the right of Dave where a beer spill waited for someone to slip through it. She continued apprehensively. "Danced to Lady Gaga before."

Dave confused as to whom that was, before he remembered something that one of the Clerical Agents had been saying about the artist. "Isn't she the new Madonna?"

"No," Penelope answered as she smiled and met eye contact with him. She was amused. "But she's just as awesome."

"You like her, you like the song, dance with me." He stated in an authoritative tone that left no space for an argument.

She glanced toward Derek who was thoroughly attentive to the woman he danced with. She sighed, before she placed her palm in Dave, and just as he led her out to the dance floor, Spencer returned from the restroom to the table that he, Dave, Morgan, and Penelope had claimed earlier that night.

Curious as to where Penelope had went, he scanned the bar, and his eyes widened in surprise to see her dancing rather awkwardly then effortlessly with Rossi. His eyebrow quirked high over his forehead, because when the team came to the pub for drinks, Penelope normally refused to dance with anyone, unless it was with him. Spencer knew that it irked Derek that she would not dance with him, but she would Spencer. Spencer knew, and he had a hunch that Derek too knew, that the reason why Penelope danced with Spencer was, that she thought that it was safe to whereas dancing with Morgan would not. Spencer did not want anything from her except friendship, whereas everyone who heard Morgan and Garcia's banter, knew that somewhere within that banter was a desire for more.

However hard he thought about it, Spencer could not understand the reason as to why Penelope had agreed to dance with Rossi, but refused to dance with Morgan. As it was not safe for anyone to dance with David Rossi, because according to the rumors throughout the revered halls and field offices of the Bureau, David Rossi could seduce the panties off a nun.

Spencer had heard all the rumors about David Rossi, and most of them he had heard before he had met the legend. Gideon had spoken often of Rossi. Spencer could not miss the irony that Gideon had sometimes compared Morgan to a younger hot-headed Rossi, because it seemed that the legendary profiler had set his target on Morgan's Baby Girl.

Eventually, the team would comprehend what Spencer had tonight foreseen; the courting of Penelope Garcia by one Dave Rossi had commenced on the dance floor of O'Malley's Irish Pub and Restaurant.

Dave did not concern himself with the fact that there would be people who would dislike his goal. Dave knew that there would be obstacles preventing him from receiving what he wanted, there always was when it concerned something worth having, yet he did not care. He did not care that the most significant obstacle in his quest would be Penelope Garcia herself. He only cared about persuading her. After all, the rumors that he was good at persuading, were not simply rumors.

Note: Would like any feedback on this, as I am new to writing Pen/Dave. I thrive on constructive feedback. Thank you!:)