Derek Morgan walked over to his fridge on a Saturday night to retrieve a beer. He was forever grateful that Hotch decided to give the team a week off after the last case. He had just talked to Reid a few minutes prior to his sudden thirst of an alcoholic beverage and was thankful that the pretty boy was doing fine. Morgan's arm was healing nicely, but he couldn't do too much quite yet. He popped the cap off the beer and took a long gulp before closing the fridge and heading back to his living room.

"Off, Clooney," he mumbled, patting the dog on his head as he jumped off the couch. He then sat down and reached for the remote on the table when his cell phone lit up and began to blast the song "Baby Girl" by Sugarland. He wasn't a huge fan, but Penelope had set all his ringtones for him and he couldn't figure out how to change them back. He picked up the phone and hit "answer".

"Hey, mama," he said, leaning back against the couch.

"I hate men."

Derek smirked and took a sip of beer before answering. "Why do you hate men, Penelope? I thought things with Sam were great."

He heard her sigh shift a bit. She was probably laying on the couch with a good book; a book with an amazing male protagonist that she couldn't help but compare to her own boyfriend. She would have a glass of red wine in one hand and a blanket covering her legs, probably in her pajamas. He could picture her exactly.

"Things with Sam are great..." she replied. But... "But they're not amazing."

Deciding his apartment suddenly looked messy, he stood up and began placing askew items back where they belong. "Why are things not amazing?" The money question. She loved these kinds of questions because it was the opening to the rant. She would tell him some elaborate story that she had been cooking up for a few days because she can only keep quiet for so long.

"Well, I've been reading this romance novel..."

Derek stifled a laugh at his accuracy to his earlier accusation and listened as she went on about how Sam was a really good guy, but most likely not the guy she wanted to be with. The more she gave examples, the more Derek realized he was in the same situation. Everything Garcia was pointing out to him over the phone about Sam was everything he had a problem with about Savannah.

"I just," she was wrapping it up just as Derek put the last magazine away. "I just feel like I deserve more."

"I know what you mean, baby girl," he replied, finishing off his beer. "I actually have been thinking the same things about Savannah."

"What?" Her voice sounded incredulous. "Are you joking? I thought things were starting to get serious!"

This time, Derek sighed and threw his beer bottle away. "Well, they were, but... I don't know. She's been a little distant lately and I'm tired of her damn pug. You know how much I hate small dogs. Plus we barely see each other because of work..." He ran a hand over his face and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "I don't feel connected to her like I probably should."

He could hear her pout through the phone. "Aww, I'm sorry, baby."

He shrugged and shook his head. "It's all right. There are other fish in the sea."

"That's bullshit and you know it."

He laughed as he started doing the dishes. "Hey, why don't you come over and we can watch a movie?"

"Sounds good, hotstuff. I'll be over in a jiffy."

Derek smiled and hung up the phone.


Half-way through a James Bond movie, Penelope began to fidget and bite her nails. Derek took notice and paused the movie, setting the remote on the coffee table in front of them. Penelope's head whipped around and she looked at him with confusion all over her face. "Why'd you pause the movie?"

"Well, for one, I need a drink, and two, you're in a completely different world right now." He pointed out as he stood up and headed towards the fridge.

"I- I'm not..." she paused and threw her hands up. "I hate men!" She exclaimed and Derek let out a quiet laugh. "No! It's not funny! All you men think you know everything. I wasn't in another world at all!"

Derek retrieved two beers from the fridge and walked back to the couch, handing her one before sitting down. "Whoah, whoah, whoah, calm down baby girl."

"No, I won't calm down! You don't know what's best for me! You don't know my life!" She stood up and began pacing. "I'm fine. I don't need anyone's help. I can run my own life. Only I know what's best for me, okay?"

"Penelope," Derek stood up and put his hands on her shoulders to stop her pacing. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But I think I of all people know when you're agitated. You couldn't stop bouncing your leg or biting your nails throughout the movie. What's on your mind?"

She bit her lip and tapped her foot. "I don't know!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "I want to be with someone and not resent them! I want to enjoy their company and the opinions they have and when they buy me flowers for no reason, but I can't! I'm so bitter."

Derek stifled another laugh and pulled his best friend in for a hug. "You're not bitter, baby doll. I promise you that." He pulled back and looked at her irritated yet sad face. "I think you're just not ready to be in a relationship yet. You want to explore. You had Kevin for what, 4 years? And then you get together with Sam and it's basically a repeat of your relationship with Kevin. You need to go on dates, sleep around a little."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "I'm not a slut, Derek. I'm not you."

He put a hand to his chest as he feigned hurt and she giggled at him. "Mama, are you calling me a manwhore?"

She licked her lips slowly and grinned slyly at him which made Derek's groin sudden tighten. "In every sense of the word, baby" she whispered seductively.

With that, Penelope turned and headed back to the couch, pushing 'play' on the remote while Derek just stood in his spot and tried desperately not to over-think why he was so turned on by his best friend right now. When he finally got control of himself, he has down next to her and ignored the goosebumps rising on his skin when she brushed her arm against his thigh.

"Are you cold?" She asked when she noticed him shiver.

"N-no, I'm fine. Just got the chills for a second," he explained, swallowing the hard lump in his throat.

"Well, if you need to warm up, I have a few ideas, hotstuff," she waggled her eyebrows at him, but instead of him laughing and retorting like usual, he just nodded his head and looked back at the TV screen. Frowning, Penelope placed her hand on his forearm to get his attention back on her. "D, what's going on?"

"Nothing!" He exclaimed and suddenly stood up. "Want something to drink? I'm parched."

Parched? "Uhm, no, I'm okay, thank you," she eyed him wearily as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and chugged it within seconds.

When he returned to the couch, he made sure to sit a few feet away from her. He didn't know why, but he had the sudden urge to pin his best friend against the couch and fuck her brains out. Penelope tried not to think anything of it and they continued to watch the movie in an uncomfortable silence. Right around the point when Bond electrocutes Oddjob with his own hat, the silence grew too much and Penelope released an annoyed huff.

"What the hell is wrong with you right now?" She asked sharply.

Derek looked at her, confused for a moment. "What are you talking about?"

Garcia rolled her eyes and pointed back and forth to the space between them. "This," she emphasized. "We never sit this far apart, we never sit in silence, you always flirt with me and don't brush off my teasing, so," she took a breath, "what the hell is going on?"

Derek sighed and shifted himself closer to her and she turned to face him, sensing a serious conversation about to launch in full motion. "I-" he began and then paused, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm really turned on right now." She couldn't help it. She laughed. Not like a little giggle after you hear a dirty joke. She full out, tears in her eyes, sides hurting, laughed. Derek just stared at her, his mouth hung open as as she almost fell off the couch at his expense. "What is so funny?"

She snorted, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Are you that dense, Derek Morgan?"

He scoffed, still shocked at her reaction. "I'm not dense!"

"You have a girlfriend! A super model-looking girlfriend. Are you really going to sit here and tell me that you're turned on by me right now?" She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, now you're the dense one," he started and clamped a hand over her mouth when she tried to interrupt. "You are! How can I not be attracted to you, Penelope?" He let go of her mouth and ran his hands down her shoulders, taking in her body. "Your breasts, that butt, those legs, your hands," he looked at her completely shocked face. "Those eyes, and that perfect kissable mouth. I've wanted you for years, Penelope Garcia."

She laughed again. "Derek, I know I'm hot. Okay," she shook her head and waved her hands in front of him as if she wiped that last statement away. "I mean, I'm not conceited or anything, but I have lost weight and I feel amazing. I don't think you're dense because I'm jealous of your gorgeous girlfriend," she paused when he frowned at her. "I think you're stupid because I am your best friend."

"So?" He immediately replied. "You going to tell me that you have no feelings for me whatsoever? None at all?"

She hesitated. And he grinned from ear to ear.

"That's not the point!" She exclaimed, but he shook his head.

"That's exactly the point, princess."

And with that, he leaned forward and captured her plump lips with his mouth. One of his hands went into her hair and the other cupped her chin as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. Penelope couldn't help but let out a small moan of satisfaction. Finally, after 10 years, Derek Morgan was kissing the living daylights out of her. And it felt good.

They parted for air for a moment before switching angles and diving back in. All the pent up sexual tension was finally being released. Penelope didn't know where to touch him. His face, his shoulders, his arms, his abs... She ran her hands all over as much of him as she could. Derek did the same, but his hands stopped at her breasts and squeezed, earning him another mewl from the back of Penelope's throat. A light bulb seemed to go off in Penelope's head, though, as his hand went to raise up her shirt.

"Derek, wait," she pulled back and almost laughed at his annoyed face. "We have to stop."

"Penelope-"

She raised her hand to interrupt him. "We both have respective others, D. I may be many-a-thing, but I am not a cheater. And you aren't either."

He sighed in defeat and nodded. "You're right. I owe it to Savannah."

"And I owe it to Sam," she agreed. "So," she stood up, gathering her things together. "Let's wait a bit and see how things go. And when we're both ready, we'll pick up right where we left off. Sound okay?"

He stood as well and followed her to the door. "Yeah, mama," he couldn't help but sigh again. "I'll see you at work Monday?"

"Definitely," she turned in the doorway and flashed a smile at him. "But one more thing."

He barely had time to lift his eyes to meet hers when she stepped forward and kissed him again, her tongue tracing his bottom lip. Before he could respond, she back away and winked at him and then turned on her heel and walked down the hall towards the elevators.

Derek smiled and closed his door, leaning against it and running a hand down his exhausted face. It was finally out there. Now all he had to do was wait.

But first, a cold shower.

A/N: All right, first things first: I don't know if this will be a multi-chaptered fic because I feel like it could be a stand alone, but reviews could persuade me. Second, I didn't get a beta for this so all mistakes are mine and sorry, but I'm too lazy to go back and fix them. Third, reviews are lovely!