I didn't mean to do it. It was a complete accident. One day everything was perfectly, crazily normal and then the next day everything was in ruins. A friendship left to perish by one idiotic mistake.

First though I should introduce myself. I'm Penelope Garcia, currently 36 and I've been single a grand total of 37 hours. Practically a cat lady so I am. Well actually I don't own a cat but I do have joint custody to my best friend's cat Sergio.

I have six best friends in my eyes. My team are my family, my friends and my reason for living. That may seem a little cliché but it's the truth. Being a hacker half of my life means that I had no actual family. I lost that a long time ago. But now I belong again. I do not regret what I have done in the past, because without it I wouldn't be where I am today. Again that was clichéd but what the heck.

I should tell you about my friends so that this 'story' makes a little sense. As I said there are six people in my life that I class as important. No two of them are alike. They each have their own quirks that make them individual and make me love them.

First there is Aaron Hotchner; my boss, my confident and a father to the cutie pie that is Jack. He is the type that would do anything he deems necessary for those he loves. After losing his gorgeous wife to a psychopath, he became more cautious and protective of our team. He's like my own personal guidance counsellor when I need him to be.

Next there is David Rossi, esteemed author and founder of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. (That's where we work.) I call him the Italian Stallion, well because he is Italian (obviously) and because he is so determined in the fight against evil. He is like a father figure to me, in many ways he reminds me of my own father. He's strong, caring and as loveable as a puppy. He's the newest to our team technically, but I love him just the same.

Then there is Emily Prentiss; the ambassador's daughter who has the ability to compartmentalise but still has a heart of gold. I absolutely love the girl to pieces and after the past she's been through (sad face) she deserves happiness. I think she finally found it with our team. I do know however that she needs a man, but I'm already working on that one.

The youngest; Doctor Spencer Reid, is a certified genius. (Hence the doctor title he's held since he was 22) He's socially inept bless him but it makes me love him more. He's like my baby brother. I and he have so much in common. I'll always be there for him, a shoulder when he needs one. And don't get me started on how many facts he has stored up in that brain of his. It's incredible.

My gumdrop, JJ, or Jennifer Jareau, is the mother to my darling godson Henry. She gave birth to the cutest thing since unicorns. She is also my ultimate girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, I love Emily, but its just I've known JJ longer and we've been through so much together. The blonde haired, blue eyes starlet from Pennsylvania is the sweetest person you could meet but don't get me wrong, she can kick ass when she needs to.

The last person on our team of superheroes is probably… make that most definitely the most important person in my life. S.S.A Derek Morgan is my knight in shining armour and I even have the photo shopped pictures to prove it. (S.S.A stands for Super Sexy Agent by the way). Ever since the day he first called me Babygirl (nearing up 9,000 of those), we have been inseparable. There is nothing we can't tell each other and we are ALWAYS there for each other. I was there for him when his past got unwillingly revealed; he was there for me when I was shot by some nutcase. When he nearly got blew up, it was me he called so that I was the last person he talked to. Luckily he survived. If either of us is having 'relationship problems' it's the other we seek comfort in. If I'm depressed and decide to drink too much, he comes to my rescue. Always it's him.

The most recent life changing event in our lives was a couple of months ago in Chicago. After finding out his missing cousin that was presumed dead was actually alive and relatively doing okay, it was me he called. We argued that case but then I flew out to be with him, disregarding the consequences. It's what we do, it's our thing.

He has told me before that I am his 'God-given solace' but truthfully he's mine. He's helped me recover from my past and be able to move on from it. I no longer wallow at the missed opportunities but think about the possibilities. Without him I wouldn't be able to smile or laugh. He is my reason for getting up every morning and carrying on with my life. The devotion I have to him is where the problems lay.

It all started a few weeks ago. I woke up from an all-too realistic dream and realised something that I have been trying to deny for nearing eight years. This revelation led to the break-up of my relationship. The problem is I, Penelope Garcia am in love with my best friend.