Just A Kiss

Pairing: Pen/Kevin, Pen/Dave

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing with them.

Summary: Penelope asks a favor from Dave and gets more than she bargained for.

Several minutes later after a few catcalls and a warning from Hotch, Dave broke the kiss. Penelope was completely speechless as Kevin stuttered a protest that was ignored by everyone.

"We need to talk," Dave stated as he continued to hold Penelope in his arms. She nodded weakly.

Dave kept an arm around her as he led her up the ramp to his office. He ushered her inside and shut the door.

"Sit," he ordered lightly guiding the younger woman into the expensive leather chair. He stepped around his desk and rummaged in one of the bottom drawers. He pulled out a large manila envelope and handed it to her.

"What's this?" Penelope asked. She held the envelope in both hands though she made no move to open it.

"It's the reason I was so willing to help you," he said without really explaining.

She fingered the flap of the envelope. "Do I really want to know?"

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he leaned against the edge of the desk and crossed his arms. "I think you should."

She watched Dave's face as she reached into the envelope. Her fingers encountered something soft and fuzzy. Carefully she grasped it and pulled it out of the envelope. Frowning, she looked at the fuzzy pink covered book as it emerged from the paper wrapper.

"Is this…" she began. "It is! This is my diary! How the hell did you get your grubby paws on my diary?"

"Pretty easily actually," he snarked.

She turned her frown to a glare and aimed it at him. "This is supposed to be nestled safely under my unmentionables. You were pawing through my unmentionables," she accused.

He held up his hands in front of him. "I have not touched your unmentionables. Not yet anyway."

She gasped at him causing him to give her a cheeky grin.

"It was quite innocent and legal as to how this came into my possession," he began.

"I'm listening," she growled as she waved the fuzzy book in his face.

"When that poor excuse for a law enforcement officer tried to kill you the crime scene unit searched your apartment for evidence as well as any information that would help us find the bastard," he explained. "Normal protocol, as you know."

She twitched her nose but didn't respond.

He continued. "I have a friend in the unit who knows how I feel about you. When she read through your diary and saw what you had written, she thought I would be interested."

"Wait! How you feel about me? How do you feel about me?"

He chuckled. "After that kiss you really have to ask?"

"I want to hear it," she nodded. "I believe more in what you say than what you do."

"I'll remember that," he said after a short pause. "Penelope Garcia, I am just as smitten with you as you are with me."

She gasped again and pressed the book against her face so he could only see her eyes. "Really?" she squeaked.

"Really," he repeated solemnly. "The first time I saw you I told Hotch I thought you were different. He thought I meant different for the FBI, I really meant that you were different from anyone I had ever met before. He had already warned me that fraternization was not going to be tolerated. But you know what? I've never been one for following the rules."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It means, I don't care what anyone says, I want to be with you."

She lowered the book to her lap as she continued to watch him. "Why didn't you say something before?"

"Honestly? I was really happy to be back in the FBI and I didn't want to lose that." He took another deep breath and sighed. "For the first time in my life I wasn't certain of what I should do. I wanted to know you better but I didn't want to lose the new life I was quickly becoming quite fond of. If I had known earlier about your feelings for me, I may have done things differently."

"Why didn't you say something once you knew?" she interrupted.

He shrugged. "You had started dating that moron. I thought you had moved on."

"And you decided to tell me all of this because…"

"He doesn't deserve you," Dave stated firmly. "It wasn't just a kiss to me."

"Me either," she confessed. "I only started dating him because I thought that I would never get a chance with you."

He smiled and held out his arms to her. "Here's your chance, Kitten."

She rose from the chair and melted into his embrace.

"It's a good thing you gave me back my diary," she confided. "This is something worth writing about."

"Sweetheart," he whispered into her hair. "I plan on giving you lots of things to write about."

"Lucky me," she whispered back. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Luck to both of us." He leaned down and kissed her until they were both breathless.