A/N: This is a sequel to "Office Surprises". You don't have to read that story first as both stories are pure smut, but I won't keep you from doing it, of course ;).

Again my warning to please mind the HEAVY M-RATING!

Disclaimer: I have yet to find a way to own at least parts of CM...


Late Night At The Office

Chapter One

It had been three weeks since Penelope Garcia's surprise encounter with her legendary Italian colleague David Rossi. Three very long weeks in which she had wondered on more than one occasion if the best sexual experience in her life had actually happened or if it had all just been a dream. But every time she caught Rossi's desirous looks, it reassured her that every second of her dream had indeed taken place. Her whole body ached for a repeat performance of what he had done to her, of how he had played her body so expertly, but they had barely seen each other in the last twenty one days.

The team had rushed from one case to another, and when they returned home that Friday night, there was no doubt they were all in desperate need of a break.

She was standing in the small kitchen by the bullpen, having waited for their return, sipping her coffee and watching how Rossi stomped up the stairs to his office, slammed the door behind himself and closed the blinds. Furrowing her brows, she approached her best friend Derek Morgan, whose mood seemed only marginally better than Rossi's, besides looking just as tired and worn out as the others.

"One of the locals screwed up and our UnSub felt the desire to empty his clip by firing around wildly. He killed a cop and injured two more before we were able to take him down. One of the bullets missed Rossi skull only by inches. To say the guy needs a break is putting it mildly," Morgan explained.

Penelope briefly wondered if she should go up to Rossi to check on him, but then she had an even better idea. One that would make him forget the stress of the last few days.

It was almost ten, and the bullpen had already been empty by the time they came back, but now even Emily, Reid, and Morgan decided to call it a night and went home. JJ and Hotch had headed home to their children straight from the airport, and Penelope was pleased that she was now the only one left at the BAU with Rossi. She knew him well enough to be sure that it would still take a while before he decided to go home as well, being aware of his habit of holing up in his office with his Scotch after especially bad cases. It would give her some time to go back into her own lair and quickly set up everything she needed.

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Dave had been lost in his thoughts, nursing his glass of Scotch when his ringing cell phone pulled him back into reality. Cursing silently at the intrusion, he pulled it out of his pocket and hoped that whoever was bothering him on this time of the evening, had better be important. Even though he was still at the office, he didn't appreciate late night disturbances.

His anger faded instantly as he read Penelope Garcia's name on the called ID. With a light smile on his face he took the call.

"Garcia, what can I do for you tonight?"

"Are you still in your office, sir?" he heard her ask.

"Yes," he replied carefully, aware that she was up to something.

"Good. Check your email." He noticed that she sounded a bit breathless and hesitant, but there was also a trace of excitement in her voice that was hard to miss.

"You got it?"

"Just a moment. I have to start my computer first," Dave answered.

"Gosh, what have you been doing up there since you've been back?" Garcia blurted out.

"Thinking," was his short reply.

"Well, you sound like you could definitely use some relief, sir," she told him.

Finally opening his email account, Dave saw a new message from Garcia among others and clicked to read it.

"What is this?" he wanted to know curiously as he found only a link inside.

"You see the link?"

"Yeah."

"Click it. I got a surprise for you, sir."

He did as he was told and felt his breath catch as he realized what was playing out on his computer screen.

"Garcia-" he started, swallowing hard, not knowing what else to say.

"Can you see me?"

"Y-yes," he stuttered hoarsely. "Is that... Are you-?"

"In my office, sir?" Garcia supplied. "Yes. You like what you see?" She'd been quite a bit nervous, but hearing his voice over the phone had quickly relieved that.

"Very much," he muttered in reply.

He stared at the webcam feed in front of him, taking in Garcia lying in her desk chair, her feet propped on the table, in what was probably the most erotic outfit he'd ever seen her in. Knee-length, black boots, a red and black miniskirt that was ridden up high enough to reveal a part of her deep burgundy red panties, and a tight and form fitting black blouse with enough buttons undone to give him a good look down her cleavage and the ends of her matching burgundy red bra.

"Garcia, are you deliberately trying to give me a heart attack?" Dave growled deeply when he found his voice again.

"No, I'm deliberately trying to give you some pleasure, my Italian Stallion," she purred seductively. "I was told you were going to need it tonight."

"You have no idea."

"Tell me what you're doing right now, sir," Garcia requested, licking slowly over her painted lips and breaking into a huge smile when she heard him gasp on the other end of the line.

"Garcia, maybe you should stop calling me 'sir' while you're doing this," Dave said.

"How do you want me to call you," she asked in reply. "It Hotshot okay? Or maybe Sugar? What do you want, David?" She purposely put an emphasis on his first name, and he drew in a deep breath hearing her say his name like that, his jeans beginning to feel uncomfortably tight.

"My name. Say my name again, Penelope," he breathed out rawly, unconsciously switching to the use of her first name as well.

"David. I like that name," he heard through the phone and saw her wink into the camera.

He felt himself shiver, his hand gripping the phone more firmly, as she breathed his name into his ear and he saw how she stroked her hand down her bare thigh.

"David, what are you doing at the moment?" She wanted to know again.

"Watching you. You look incredibly sexy, Penelope," he complimented her.

Even through the webcam he could see her blush, and it made him even warmer inside that his words had such an effect on her.

"Thank you, David," came her sheepish answer.

"Would you touch yourself for me? Like last time?" He all but begged, smiling as he saw her respond immediately, letting her hand wander over her blouse to open the rest of the buttons.

"You're so gorgeous, woman, you have no idea. I've never met anyone sexier than you."

It was now Penelope's turn to shiver at the seductive and aroused tone of his deep baritone. She couldn't help but graze a hand over her panty-covered mound, causing Dave to curse slightly at the sight.

"Damn, Penelope, my pants are getting way too tight for what you're doing."

"Maybe you should open 'em then," she suggested.

Doing as she told him, he gripped his growing erection through his boxers and began to rub it slowly.

Not hearing him for a moment, Penelope began again: "I'm at a disadvantage here, David. I can't see what you're doing. You have to describe it to me. Where's your hand?"

"Do I really need to tell you?" Dave growled hotly. Talking was getting too difficult the more aroused he became, and with the show she presented him, he knew it wouldn't take too long until he was going to lose all control.

"Yes, David. Tell me how you're touching yourself," Penelope insisted.

"Right now, I'm just stroking myself through my underwear. Just like you."

"Pull your pants down," Penelope prompted.

"Only if you do, too," Dave replied, breathing heavily as she almost instantly stood up to remove her panties. He followed suit and his hand immediately found his throbbing member.

"Go on, David."

"I'm so fucking hard, Penelope. I'm ready to jerk off. Please touch your pussy again."

She parted her folds visibly and began to rub her clit between two fingers, getting more aroused with every second.

"I bet you're totally soaked down there already, Penelope," Dave's husky words came over the phone.

"Uh huh," she managed to press out. It was getting harder to focus on her original intention of pleasuring him, as his soft moans and the deep, erotic tone in his voice clouded her senses.

"Taste yourself, Penelope. Lick your fingers for me," he demanded, letting out a loud groan as he watched her do it on the screen. "I remember exactly what your juices taste like, sweetheart," he continued, stroking his cock in the same rhythm as she sucked on her fingers.

"Pleasure yourself again, baby," he prodded further.

Penelope didn't know at which point he had taken control over the situation, but with his voice in her ear and the knowledge of him following her every move over the camera, she realized she didn't really care anymore. She was so horny and her body ached for the release it had accumulated over the last three weeks, so all she did was to let go and listen to his gentle but firm instructions.

And he saw and heard exactly when she was ready.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he ordered softly as her breathing became faster and louder. "Let me hear your pleasure, baby."

Her cry of release almost was his undoing as well, and he quickly let go of his cock before he couldn't hold back. He wanted to watch and take in every second of her climax, every shudder that waved through her body.

Letting her catch her breath for a minute, he felt his dick demand his attention again. He wanted to come, too, but not alone behind his desk, staring at his computer.

"Penelope, I need to see you," he pressed out.

"I thought that's what you're doing," she chuckled.

"I need to see you in person. Now!" he repeated harshly. "I'm coming down to your office."

"No, you have the couch, I'm coming to you. Be ready," Penelope countered.

"You bet I will," he growled before she disconnected the call with a click and his screen went blank.