AN: hello everyone! It's been a little bit since I've written (Not only fanfic but anything). I'm in a weird mood at the moment so I figured I'd try to channel some of this negative energy into a story. That being said I really have no plan for this and no idea where it's gonna go. With the mood I'm in now the it's going to have some angst at the beginning but I'm pretty sure it'll have a happy ending because I love those. I hope you enjoy!

Penelope walked into her apartment and flipped the lights on. She was humming to herself as she went to the fridge and grabbed some water. She just got back from a much needed night out with the girls. She had a wonderful time and was in an incredible mood. She decided to switch her water for some hot tea while she settled in bed with her laptop. She didn't realize how late it had gotten until her phone went off and made her jump out of her skin. After she calmed down a bit she picked up her phone to see who had texted.

Hot Stuff!

Her stomach turned. Something had to be wrong for him to text her this late out of the blue. It had months since they had a real conversation, the pet names had almost completely stopped and the texts were few and far between. Basically her Hot Stuff had become quite cold. It was all thanks to Polly Jones. The gorgeous model he was currently dating. She had some weird hold over Derek. He even told Pen that she was the first women in a while that made him want to settle down. She hated Polly from the get go and the feelings were mutual. She was always blowing Derek off for other things but he didn't seem to mind. Polly also told Derek she didn't like how close he and Pen were, that's when their entire friendship dwindled down from a roaring fire to barely a spark. Penelope was absolutely crushed because that is the exact reason her and Kevin split. He was jealous of Derek all the time. He just didn't get it so she told him to take a hike. She didn't understand why he couldn't do that for her.

She reluctantly opened her phone.

Baby I'm not having this conversation again …especially over text. I'm going to sleep I'll talk to you when you've calmed down.

She practically growled at the screen. Her stomach remained in it's state of flip flopping. She realized she needed to let him know he sent this to the wrong person. Apparently there was trouble in paradise.

Morgan you sent this to the wrong person.

Her phone vibrated a few seconds later.

Sorry Garcia, hope I didn't wake you. See you tomorrow.

She went to put her phone down but her stupid heart wanted to make sure he was ok.

You didn't. Is everything ok?

She stared at her phone in anticipation. A part of her wanted him to say no so she could go over and comfort him. No matter what she would always love him and do anything for him.

Nothing I can't handle. Night Penelope.

Her heart sank, again. She felt unneeded and she hated it. She missed when Morgan called her about anything and everything and she did the same. This was driving her insane. Who knew just one stupid text from him would turn her mood so upside down? She just felt like crying. However she didn't want to waste more tears on him so she just turned off her laptop and went to sleep.

Her sleep was horrible to say the least. She didn't sleep much and when she did she had dreams about her and Morgan. Everything ranging from him coming over and getting their friendship back on track to him coming over and confessing his love just before they had crazy intense sex. Each time she'd wake up extremely happy only to realize it was a dream and she wasn't snuggled up with Derek but with her pillows. She got up the next morning to the sound of her alarm and a sore neck from sleeping weird.

She made coffee and got ready for work the best she could while feeling like total crap. She slugged her way through security and up to her office. She was hoping they wouldn't have a case so she could just stay in her office all day and then maybe leave early. Just as she put her key in the lock she heard and all too familiar voice a little behind her.

"P what are you doing here?" Derek asked in a confused tone.

What was he talking about? SHE WORKED HERE! As she whipped her head around to give him a piece of her mind she saw what was really going on. Polly and Derek were standing a little down the hall in front of his office. He wasn't talk to her, he was talking to Polly. He called her P.

Tears welled up in her eyes at the realization that her old nickname was being used on some else. She quickly opened her door and got into her office before anyone saw her. She took a few deep breathes to keep herself calm.

"Get over it Pen!" She whispered to herself. She turned on her babies and got herself set up for the day.

Just as she started the list of things to do she heard an old, but still familiar, knock on the door.

AN: I think I like where this is going : ) thoughts?