A/N: To readers of my other stories, don't fear this is not in replacement of my other upcoming stories! This is actually the first story I wrote for fanfiction maybe a bit more than a month ago. This story is kind of about how everything looks different through different people's perspectives and the difference between what people are thinking and what they're saying. I don't think you see a lot of that in fanfiction where people don't mean what they say. It seems like everything is just literal. Anyway, I think you'll find this is quite different from my other stories. I hope you like it!

And Super Special Awesome Thanks to AshlynnElizabeth for beta-ing this chapter and making it into something that made sense. You rock! :)

All Penelope Garcia was thinking when Spencer Reid announced he was taking J.J. and Elle home was: "Now I'll be alone with Morgan!" She didn't comment on how Elle slapped the youngest member of the BAU's ass, or how J.J. yelled "Woo!" at the top of her lungs. No. All she said when Reid grabbed the waists of all the other female team members was "Have fun, kiddies!" Morgan said something that must have been funny, because he, Elle, and J.J. all collapsed into fits of laughter. Then again, it might have been because they were all colossally wasted. Reid, a member of the sober party, looked stunned, then put on a smile to escort his ladies out of the bar. Garcia (also sober) took this chance to drag Morgan out on the dance floor.

Finally, I get to dance with him. Finally, he is not being monopolized by several other women at once, Garcia thought.

It wasn't the best Morgan had ever danced, she knew. He was maybe more drunk than she had ever seen him. He didn't seem to care how he moved. Didn't bother to attempt any kind of conversation. But Garcia didn't care. She had Derek Morgan all to herself. It was all she ever wanted.

They danced a few songs. Garcia never wanted to stop, but Morgan was looking pretty out of it. She asked if he wanted a ride home. When he agreed, she had to repress herself from squealing.

Penelope Garcia had a plan.

In the car they were both quiet. Morgan's eyes were closed and his head resting against the window. Garcia was lost in her head. Hoping he was awake enough for what she had planned.

As soon as the car was in park Morgan regained some of his usual energy. "Thanks for the ride, baby girl." He gave her a wink and reached for the door handle-

"Wait-" Garcia said. She grabbed his face and kissed him. Gentle at first, but that only lasted half a second. Then she remembered how much she wanted this and pressed her lips hard against his, attacking him with her tongue like she was trying to taste his throat. Morgan wasn't any better. He followed her lead. Sloppy. Too much tongue. She could taste just how much he had drank.

When he finally pulled away, they both had to wipe their faces. Garcia wanted more. "Can I come in?" She tried to look all cute and coy while rubbing his leg. She knew if he didn't say yes now, he never would.

Morgan hesitated for a minute. "Yeah." Garcia could no longer contain a squeal. When she reached for the door handle of the car, he grabbed her arm first, a little roughly.

"This can never happen again," Morgan said.

We'll see about that, Garcia thought. Out loud she said, "Yeah, of course."

It wasn't exactly how she dreamed it would be, but she didn't care. Garcia was deliriously happy to be with him. Even if it was all business. Even if he told her to leave immediately after. Even if he didn't care. She would make him care. Penelope Garcia was sure of that.

Derek Morgan was almost (keyword almost) drunk enough that it didn't bother him when Reid grabbed onto Elle and J.J. and said, "I'm taking you ladies home." A sweet smile as he said it. Was it really Spencer Reid who had just said that? Looking innocent as ever. But the words coming out of his mouth...

No. To be honest, it bothered Morgan a lot. No amount of alcohol (and he had had plenty) could make him feel okay with that. Morgan didn't want anyone touching Reid. Anyone besides him.

Out loud he said, "Way to go, Reid! Way to join the land of the living." Laughter from the 'ladies.' A glimpse of what might have been shame or embarrassment from Reid. Then a smile. This time Morgan didn't think it looked innocent.

Well.

Then they left and Morgan was left with Garcia. He downed another couple shots before she dragged him out onto the floor. Trying to get that picture of Reid out of his head. They danced, but Morgan was barely there. Garcia looked pleased. Morgan wished he could be made happy so easily.

Next thing he knew Garcia was driving him home, then kissing him. If you could call it that. Morgan thought it felt more like she was bobbing for apples in his throat. He didn't care. What difference could it possibly make to him? He tried to do the same things with his tongue that she did, not caring.

When she asked if he could come in he thought, Sure why not? It could have kept his mind off of things for a while. It didn't.

As long as she wasn't expecting anything from him, it would be fine. Morgan made himself clear to her, like he did all the other girls. "This can never happen again." She agreed. They all did.

They went inside and she dragged him into bed, just like she dragged him onto the dance floor, but he didn't kiss her again, nor did he look into her eyes. He got in and got out. The end. The only satisfaction that came from the whole ordeal was that he didn't enjoy it all, which was a good thing. He knew he didn't deserve to enjoy anything.

"You should go home," Morgan said when he was finished.

Garcia got up without complaint and didn't seem to notice that Morgan was barely there. "Good night, Angel Fish." Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that those names they had given each other would never be the same, because they would never be close again. Garcia would inevitably end up hating him, because she would never get what she wanted from him.

But that wasn't what Derek Morgan was thinking about. No, the whole time he was in bed with Penelope he was thinking that his Spencer was in bed with not one, but two beautiful women. It hurt him, but at the same time it was the only fuel he had to get through the disaster that was his one night stand with Penelope Garcia.

A/N: There will be so much more Reid in the next chapter, don't worry! Due to the fact that I already have this story written, I'll be quick to update. All I have to do is edit. There are six chapters in this story, and I'm going to do a final chapter after that has yet to be written.

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