A/N: I have to say I was a little bit surprised finding who you all thought it is. I was certainly expecting the usual suspects, but Strauss? That certainly caught even me off-guard. Not that I will reveal the idendity of the narrator now ...

It was Monday morning, roughly after 8am, and Penelope already had gotten informed a while ago that her team was already up in the air. On their way to somewhere in Missouri. It must be rather urgert asn JJ sounded kinda stressed already, seeming like she was calling from somewhere close to the airfield if the noises around her were any indication.

Looks like it would be another dull and probably even lonely week. And that one week before Valentine's Day. Not that Penelope Garcia had anyone to actually, really celebrate it with this year. JJ would spent the day with Henry and William, Emily with that new guy she was seeing and most of her other female friends were occupied elsewhere – with someone else – as well. Morgan would probably spend the day like he had for the past few years now – wooing some lucky woman and treating her to some fantastic night, which probably would sooner rather than later end at his place, in his bed.

Letting a sigh she pushed through the door to her office, switching on the lights and stopping in her tracks. In the center of her desk, hiding several of her screens completely, stood a huge bouquet of gorgeous looking lilies and red roses. It looked expensive and smelled delicious when she stepped closer, the card attached to the bouquet catching her eyes.

Love isn't love until you give it away (Oscar Hammerstein)

That's all it read. No signature. No name. No nothing. Not even the slightest personal touch. The message was printed in some fancy, handwriting-like design that made it look less impersonal. But that's all. Nothing else.

A moment later her phone rang. It was her team. They told her they would call her as soon as they would land to get her up to speed with what was going on and what they would need from her. In fact they gave her such a long list of things to do that for the first few hours of her shift Penelope Garcia fully forgot about her flowers.

"How's my Baby Girl doing today?" she heard Morgan's voice much later that day asking, making her smile within a moment. He had that effect on her, that whenever he called and just said one or two words, all seemed better somehow. Not that anything was bad to begin with right now.

"I got flowers delivered today. Very pretty flowers," she mentioned.

"You did? From who? Any specific reason?" Morgan asked, and Penelope wondered whether she just imagined how his voice changed slightly. But then again it wouldn't surprise her. Morgan tended to get a tad bit overprotective about her. Especially whenever they went out on the town and some random guy hit on her.

"No. I just… got them. And have I mentioned they are really stunning. And expensive looking? Although the card is … cryptic. Sweet, but cryptic…" Penelope asked, sounding impressed. It had been a while since she received flowers last. Actually, come to think of it, she never received flowers until today- at least not from a romantic admirer.

Not that she knew for sure that these flowers were from a man interested in her either. Though the card sure seemed to hint at that.

"There was a card? What did it say?" Morgan asked, and Penelope still heard that little tone in his voice that indicated he wasn't entirely happy about that.

"It read Love isn't love until you give it away. That's all it said…"

"No name, number, anything?" Morgan asked and Penelope was about to roll her eyes. he was in Profiler-mode all of a sudden. "You met anyone recently? At the coffee shop? A club? While in line at the supermarket? Anyone you told who you work for?"

"Hot Stuff, ever since the whole Battle drama this girl has become rather careful with potential lovers. So you can rest assured that I don't give out personal information that easily anymore," she laughed into her headset.

"So where are the flowers coming from then?" Morgan asked curiously.

"I don't know, Hot Stuff. Looks like I've got a secret admirer," Penelope chirped into the phone, not missing the growl coming from her best friend.

Sometimes she just wasn't sure how to take him. It seemed on some days that she wasn't allowed to see anyone, while he bedded the whole damn city. Like he wanted to have her all to himself, without giving up on dating. But that was just how he was. And Penelope had strangely gotten used to it over the years. There was this crush she had for years and years, but she never really had any illusions of them becoming more then friends. They were too different. Morgan was the guy a girl like her could never have and she was the kind of girl a guy like Derek Morgan never wanted. At least not like that.

"Just … be careful, Baby, okay?" she heard Morgan's slightly concerned voice, at which she just made agreeing noises and then he was gone.

It was then that Penelope had the time to actually look at the flowers and enjoy them for a moment, realizing all of a sudden that she actually never had a secret admirer before. She just never had been the girl guys secretly listed after. And she had come to terms with that. So having a secret admirer now was actually rather exciting, although a bit scary as well. The last time she had an admirer they all knew how that ended.

When Morgan had gone, Penelope found herself wondering who the flowers could have come from. There weren't many people that knew where she worked or who she worked for. It were actually only people from the FBI. The thing was that the guys she thought looked good were usually married. With children. And the rest she wouldn't get too excited about. Not that actually anyone of her fellow FBI-colleagues seemed to Penelope like he was having any kind of interest. Apart from Randy that is. He had asked her a couple of times already whether she had any plans for Valentine's. And now that she thought about it… was it possible?

She liked Randy. He was from the White Collar Unit ad easy on the eye, tall, blonde, well built. He was always charming and smiled when he saw her. Sure he was no Derek Morgan, but Penelope had given up on that dream long ago.

Maybe the flowers were from Randy then. She hadn't really thought of him like that. But now that it could seem like there might be an kind of interest….

Penelope certainly would need to dig deeper into that. Of course without causing a stir. If Randy wanted to remain … secret, she certainly could live with that.