A/N: Hey everyone! I'm finally back with the sequel to 'The Rest of the Story'. We pick up right after the end of that story, so if you haven't before, you might really want to read that one first. This'll make lots more sense that way :)

I'm using the episode "The Internet is Forever" in this story. Needless to say, SPOILERS ahead. Also, I have assumed roughly a two week gap between the events in "Exit Wounds" and those in "The Internet is Forever". I could not find anything in the canon that gave me a definite time line, and the one week between episodes wouldn't work, so I chose a time line that works best for me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Criminal Minds. I'm just playing a little :)

In just three days, it would be two weeks. Two whole weeks would have gone by since the events in Franklin, Alaska. While Penelope could easily say that they probably ranked as the best two weeks of her life thus far, she would probably admit that they had also been two of the most frustrating ones.

Since returning from Alaska, she and Derek had spent practically every free moment they had together. There had been no major cases to take her Adonis away from her. Instead the time had been full of phone consultations with police departments, custodial interviews – all nearby, reams of paperwork and on Penelope's part, several critical updates that kept her tied to her lair for the majority of the work day.

She sighed as she spun around in her chair to face the doorway. Any minute now …

"Hey Baby Girl. You ready?" Her best friend and the love of her life walked through her doorway like clockwork, as he had done every single day he was in the office during the last two weeks.

"Always ready for you, my super sexy agent." An involuntary grin crossed her lips.

Closing the door behind him, Derek strode over, bent down and planted his lips firmly against Penelope's. Raising her arms to twine them around his neck, she responded eagerly, kissing him back hard. She stood up suddenly and, moving with him when he stumbled backwards, pressed her entire body against his. Neither of them broke the kiss and Derek's arms came up to draw her more tightly against him.

When he finally pulled away from her embrace, they were both flushed and breathing hard.

"Coffee." Derek gasped out, taking a step backward.

"I think I'd prefer chocolate." She pouted at him, inhaling deeply then breaking into a saucy grin, "Especially my chocolate god of a man."

"Nu-uh. Behave woman!" Derek had gotten his breath back, and was standing back with both hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans, staring at the vision in a yellow dress standing before him. "That's as much as you're getting while we're at work. Now come on, the others are waiting in the break room."

Derek turned, opened the door and stepped out, holding the door open for Penelope. After a moment to fix her lip gloss, she followed, her expression betraying none of the confusion plaguing her mind.

That was pretty much how it had been since they'd been back. From Derek, she was getting all of his attention, all of his free time, lots of intense, steamy kisses … and not a whole lot else. They had yet to take their relationship to that significant other level.

Penelope was back at her desk after spending twenty minutes chatting with JJ and Emily over break-room coffee as Spencer regaled Morgan with some obscure facts about genetic predisposition to murder. Every so often, Morgan had caught Penelope's eye and grinned or winked at her, never letting her forget that he was thinking about her.

He never made her doubt that he loved her. Though they had each shared those three little words, for the first time in her life, Penelope did not need to hear them to feel that she was totally and utterly loved.

As her fingers flew over the keyboard, methodically applying updates to her babies, her mind wandered to the time she and Derek had spent together over the past couple of weeks. They'd gone out to dinner several times, to places where they'd been before as friends. It was interesting how the same restaurants took on a whole new patina when Derek had her hand tucked into his across a table bathed in soft lighting, and when feeding her a bite of his food turned into a reason to stroke a finger across her lips. Penelope smiled to herself as she remembered.

In another moment however, the smile faded, as she thought about the end of those nights. Inevitably, Derek would take Penelope home – always her apartment, never his home – kiss her senseless, and then … leave.

They had had movie nights, either at her place or his, where they had kissed and conducted marathon make-out sessions on the couch, sometimes missing much of the movie. They had gone for long walks and talked more than ever. In fact, they had spent at least a part of every day of those two weeks together, not counting work.

And yet, they had not spent a single night in the same place since they'd been together. She could not fault what he had said the night they had returned from Alaska. He didn't want to rush things; wanted to show her that he was serious and in it forever – that she wasn't a conquest.

The problem was that Derek didn't understand that she already knew all of that. She wasn't the same Penelope she used to be – letting her low self-esteem, or her fears, dictate her actions. As far as she was concerned, it was past time to take this relationship into the bedroom. Penelope was more than ready to show her Hot Stuff a good morning. Several good mornings, in fact. And afternoons and … oh hell, she was getting carried away again!

Like the proverbial bell, coming to save her from her sexy thoughts about her man, there was a knock at the office door, and JJ entered with several files in her hands.

"Hey Garcia, can you check into these women for me?"

"New case?" Penelope swung around in her chair to face her friend.

"Yeah, we've got three missing women in Boise." JJ sounded anxious, as she moved next to Penelope who was already reaching for the files. "The local police have nothing … and the crime scenes were clean."

She leaned back against the desk behind her as Penelope shot her a mock cross look for hovering, and continued, "None of them were reported missing for three days, and there's no indication how the unsub is finding them. I thought maybe you could find something that might link them."

"Well, let me work my magic and I'll let you know what I find." Pen replied, already keying in names into one of the systems not being updated. "If these ladies are anywhere in cyberspace … I'll find them."

"Oh, I know you will." JJ was about to leave. "Once you've …"

"Wait!" Penelope interrupted her, flapping one hand excitedly. "Look at this!"

She had already located social networking sites for all three of the victims, and was surprised to see how much activity they each had listed.

JJ sank down slowly in the nearest chair, "Wow! That's … a lot of stuff."

After several minutes of reviewing the data on the screen, JJ asked Penelope to send her the data. "I'm going to put the briefing together. Meet us in the conference room in thirty minutes?"

"No problem."

As Penelope began to organize the data to send to JJ, her thoughts returned to Derek and her current … problem. She knew that this case would take the team away for a while. It would be their first separation since they had begun dating.

Well, the time apart would allow her to plan. It was time to take matters into her own hands. Penelope smiled to herself. She knew exactly what she was going to do.

A/N: I may be a little wicked, but I'm not cruel … so I will tell you here that it will be a couple of chapters at least before you get to find out what Penelope decided to do.

What do you think so far?