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She had sex with a stranger on her wedding day.
Well, expected wedding day – no anticipated wedding day.
Ugh, she was just a HO!
A certified HO.
I've never been so mean to someone… like ever.
She replayed what she said as she was leaving his place and began to groan.
She dunks her head into the tub trying to get his cologne, that sandalwood scent, out of her hair.
When she came up for air- she lathered another round of shampoo in her hair ... she was surprise to discover she could still smell him but not in her hair.
She's could not figure out how to stop berating herself… I mean for the first time since god knows when she was doing exactly what she wanted. I mean Samantha, from Sex & the city, never cried after sex… except when she had sex with her ex and her current boyfriend was waiting downstairs. Penelope didn't want to cry.
But she did.
This is the first time she cried since she was arrested. She lost everything and she was finally feeling the weight of it.
The way Mocha Thor… well, Morgan kissed her made her feel so guilty… the way he touched and held her made her feel so precious and loved… well in the physical sense… how could it be anything more?
God this sucks she said as she dunked her head back into the water.
She looked in the mirror brushing her hair wishing that she wrote down his address… somewhere, y'know, just in case she ever wanted to see that cute dog again. Thank god for uber… she only knew his longitude and latitude coordinates for 10 seconds and then she deleted it. A promise is a promise and Mocha Thor doesn't need a broken hearted woman banging down his door for seconds.
Plus, according to Clancy director of the CIA she won't have much free time... she'll be US property for two years.
She looks through her suitcase again wondering what people at the FBI normally wear to work – freakinity-frak, she thought - I don't care she said as she pulled her electric blue dress with light blue Hibiscus flowers all over. She grabbed her blue matching glass and proper undergarments.
She ran through the FBI building with only minutes to spare. She was almost late for her first meeting with her new supervisor.
"Good Morning, Ms. Garcia. I'm Erin Strauss, I run the BAU Quantico. Have a seat."
She gestured towards the couch. She was wearing the standard issue FBI black uniform with a hint of color on her cheeks.
"I am excited to have you here." Garcia smiles and Strauss continues "We are going to place you with SSA Hotchner's team – Team A and you will support SSA Cooper's team – Team B. As they explained to you – you will have your own office and all of the gadgets you need."
"Great, so I'll be like Q from 007. Do I get to build tech gadgets too?" Garcia asked with a chuckle
"Who?"
"Never mind, Erin—bad joke." She smiled.
"Mrs. Strauss" Erin said to Penelope as Penelope's smile faded. I guess we aren't friends, huh?
"Sorry Ma'am"
"So, let me take you to Team B"
Erin and Penelope took a car across town… to a garage to be exact where she met Sam Cooper and his team which included Gina, Beth, Prophet, and Mick. They operate from a space out of the main FBI building, which was weird she thought but something about them seemed like renegades so maybe they ruffled to many feathers at headquarters. She liked being with the renegades immediately - it reminded her of her team at Rise. Erin left them after coffee and the team walked her through their needs and requirements.
"It was great meeting you all and if you ever need me in the trenches with you let me know." She checked her watch, "ugh," exclaimed… "Today is going to be one of those days. I have to hustle back to theoffice and meet with Aaron Hotchner."
"Should I cab it or take the train?" she asked Prophet.
"Train," Cooper responded, "down two blocks and then a left. Tell Aaron I said hi – we came up together."
Cooper gave her a final once over and said, "he's good people."
The train would have been a perfect mode of transportation if there wasn't a sick passenger who needed medical attention in the station before her stop. For the second time today she was running into the FBI building with seconds to spare.
"You're like the energizer bunny?" Tommy the security guard said as he swiped her in. "Don't forget to stop by HR and get your building pass."
She smiled at him and gave him a half bow as she booked it for the elevator.
She slid her hand between the closing doors as the gentleman in the elevators was pressing his floor.
She dug in her purse and retrieved a paper towel as she looked up to see her floor was selected.
"We're neighbors," she said looking to the short man… well, he was her height… brown hair and glasses.
He rolled from his toes and to his heels he looked over at the elevator button and said, " Indeed we are… Kevin Lynch," he extended his hand.
"Penelope Garcia."
"After you," he said as the elevator door opened. The men in DC are so polite, she thought.
Kevin totally didn't dress like Mulder, which won him several cool points with her. I mean how many people wear a Hawaiian shirt in the fall?
Penelope entered the bullpen and searched diligently for Aaron Hotchner's office. She realized that it must be upstairs and jogged up the half staircase.
She opened the door failing to knock and sputtered out several greetings using different iterations of his name and title till he asked her to sit.
She smiled relieved that he didn't chastise her for being tardy to the party when the door slipped out of her hand slammed.
"Crappity Crap, I'm sorry Sir Hotchness—I mean Hotchner,"
"Who is that in Hotch's office?" JJ asks.
"No idea" Emily replied
"I wonder if she is the new communications liaison I'm training for my maternity leave."
"You are only 4 months—I'm sure they will bring someone in when it is closer to you due date- I mean I can't even tell you are pregnant." Reid sputters out.
"Aww, thank Reid, you know how to make a girl feel good. They don't get how hard the job is – I need to train someone like yesterday"
Penelope took a long sip of the water Hotchner offered her.
"Please call me Aaron or Hotch."
"Will do."
"So, I see you're assigned to us from the NSA via the CIA. Hacking?"
"Yes, well actually – this is my prison sentence for being a good hacker – 2 years in the FBI helping you catch criminals ...maybe, it's for being a bad hacker since I was caught and all ... But I never considered myself a hacker... More like a computer professional "
"I think you should approach this job with an open mind – I used to be a defense lawyer. You might like working for the other side."
"I wasn't on the wrong side" she murmured. People have a right to governmental transparency she wanted to say but Sir Hotchness did not look like he was in the mood for a political debate.
She cleared her throat, "Of course... Of course" she said too enthusiastically – as if she was convincing herself as well as Hotch.
He noticed and looked up slightly with his eyebrow cocked.
"Yes, I might" she tried to say more convincingly.
"Well, let me introduce you to the team."
He led her to conference room down the hall, "Have a seat here and I'll get them."
Instead of sitting, she heads towards the window. I guess this is better than prison. I miss California - sunshine and taco trucks. I had a good life – almost wonderful, no perfect. Everything was moving in the right direction until the conductor asked me to get off the train. My family… well-selected family since my parents are gone… my family tried to help me but like my mother used to say when I was a girl—Some things you have to learn the hard way... and I am. It's only for 2 years and then I can leave or so they say. I just have to perk up, be on my best behavior.. Sweet P has to be flawless. I can't-.
Her pep talk is interrupted by Hotch. "Penelope Garcia, please meet the team"
"David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Derek Morgan, and Dr. Spencer Reid—Team this is our new Technical Analyst."
She scans the team and sees Mocha Thor towards the end of her receiving line. She catches his eye briefly and he smiles. Don't blush Sweet P - don't blush. Awkward is an understatement she thinks as she shakes Jennifer's hand and says nice to meet you. Now she is shaking Derek's hand and his eyes twinkle with an unspoken question.
She blinks and blushes as she shakes Reid's hand—
"Nice to meet you Dr. Reid? What do you have your doctorate in?"
"Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering."
"Impressive ... Robotics from USC. My focus was AI."
"AI research is highly technical and specialized, deeply divided into subfields that often fail to communicate with each other. John McCarthy, who coined the term in 1955, defines it as "the science and engineering of making intelligent machines"
"Yes, I was really into two popular approaches, which include statistical methods and computational intelligence. What can I say USC did not want to fund me creating a BB- bosom buddy."
Reid looked at her weirdly
"I am kidding, Spencer. Can I call you Spencer?"
"Certainly"
Emily whispered to JJ "She speaks Reid"
Hotch brings Penelope up to speed, "Where actually in the middle of assisting local PD on a case. You should partner with Reid who will give you an overview as to type of tech research we need."
She types notes to her tablet as she said to herself, "Copy that Daddy-O."
Hotch looked at her sternly as David tried to hold in the laugh.
"Sorry, I was watching all of these police procedural shows to get into the crime fighting mind set and maybe I watched too much Magnum PI and Hawaii 5-0… it won't happen again sir."
She looked back down at her tablet and said sorry for rambling.
She spent the rest of the day attached to Reid's hip. He was showing her the thought process behind looking at the case and she showed him how to filter his options with technology.
As she was heading back to her office with no windows… to conjure up a new suspect list she heard.
"Hey Baby Girl?"
Penelope turns to him slowly… remembering that the last time he uttered those words he was thrusting into her and they were covered in sweat. Color rushed to her cheeks as she prepared to turn around. Did he just really do that in the middle of the office? she thought.
"Baby Girl?" she repeats.
Reid looks up at Derek quizzically and then to Penelope.
"Sorry, I just.."
Penelope cuts him off mid-sentence with a quick retort, "I've been called worse. How can I help?" she said leaning over Reid's shoulder.
"We've isolated the Unsub to these four cities but we need to refine that list by using what we know about him. He is not fully mobile and there must be a record of his injury somewhere. The accident happened in 1996."
"Ok, I'll look into the hospital records for injuries to the right leg in 1996 and forward you that list"
Reid perks up and asks, "How are you going to do that? Medical records aren't search able on any database... Unless you are going to..."
"Don't worry about the how darlin'.." she says as she pats his shoulder, "I'll send you the info in an email ASAP."
She walks over to her office and Derek can't help but watch her go. Her blue dress hugs her in all the right places. She still smells of jasmine and oranges. Last night – was the first time in a long time he wanted more time.
Her body was made for him… she was made for him.
After he undressed her, he told her to lie down and she did spreading her legs like a personal invitation. He undressed and crawled between her legs. As he kissed her passionately, he stretched her arms to the bars on his headboard. Don't let go he whispered, as he feasted on her neck. He made his way down to her breast, which were large and soft like pillows but tender like peaches. Her nipples turned a deep berry red as they begged his tongue for licks and kisses.
Please she started to purr.
Please what, Baby Girl? He asked as she went to the other nipple.
I need she began when he nipped the flesh to the side of her nipple. He then began pleasure her wet core as he continued to kiss and lick her breast.
God… Please she said thrusting herself into his hand at a steady pace.
He held her nipple between his teeth and said, "Not God, just Morgan."
She laughed and grabbed his head to kiss him and he chastised her.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Baby Girl. Now we have to start all over again."
He made her come several times before he was inside her and once he was… he could not get enough. He would think he was done and she would sigh or murmur in her sleep and his dick craved her again.
He would lick or caress her clit until she murmured more and then all bets were off.
He had three cups of coffee this morning because they only feel asleep when the sun was about to rise.
Yes, he was sure he wanted more time with that goddess.
But, after hooking up with Samantha on the 11th floor, he decided to leave the Quantico women alone… She could be the exception, he thought – if they wanted the same thing.
Finally, 6:30pm has descended upon her and they solved the case about an hour ago. She was shut down her babies, when she hears a light tap on the door.
"Hey Garcia"
"Hi Agent Morgan." She said too professionally.
"I just wanted to apologize about for before," he began
"Me too – this morning…" she added not knowing how to explain the entire story without giving him the History of Garcia 101.
Derek looked around and said, "maybe another time"
She cleared her throat, "Yeah sure." She felt silly assuming that he wanted to talk about last night… where were her big girl Samantha panties, "I - we don't have to discuss it," she shook her head, "sorry."
"Are you hungry?" he asked, "Do you want to grab something to eat before you head home?"
She shook her head, "I'm getting deliveries today and tomorrow?"
"Wednesday?" he asked
She shook her head and he cocked his eyebrow, "Thursday?" He asked daring her to say no.
"We don't have to have this big thing. It was just S-E-X," she mouthed as she spelled it out.
Derek eyes danced as his eyebrow arched higher, "Just S-E-X," he repeated in equally hushed tones as he closed the space between them.
He licked his lips and said in a low gravely tone, "I recall someone calling it Amazing… Phenomenal –" he put up air quotes, "wouldn't let me sleep S-E-X."
She blushed and looked at her shoes.
He stepped closer to her to the point where his leather jacket brushed her chest. His hand circled her wrist and caressed it. He could get used to her smell and the way her brown eyes were so expressive. You could see every emotion she was thinking – which was refreshing. He didn't need to profile her. No secrets, he thought. He raised her chin so she met his eyes.
He shrugged confidently, "But it was just S-E-X," he whispered so close to her ear that his lips danced on her earlobe as his breath on her neck made her next breath raspy.
She was having such a bad day and wanting to close the door and hop on Mocha Thor wasn't going to help.
She licked her bottom lip and Derek could see her defenses go up.
"I thought FBI agents were all about being subtle and incognito, or maybe that's the CIA—either way" she sputtered out… "Yes, we hooked up, yes, we work together, yes, we can keep this under our hats …but you can't call me baby girl and it can't happen again."
She turned to grab her bag, "see, we don't even have to get dinner – it's all settled," she said as her shaky hands picked up her FBI issued phone.
He held her quivering hand in his and it was as if a current was flowing between them. She pulled back instantly and he took her phone. He hit a couple of keys and gave it back.
"See you Thursday, Baby Girl," he said not looking back as he exited her office. She released a breath she didn't even know she was holding. I mean who knew the one time I decided to be a floozy the boomerang would come back so fast.
Tomorrow had to be better right?
Thank you for revisiting this story with me – I think I found ways to make it new and more true to the characters than before. PolHop - I hope this time there will be more build up to Derek's reaction and I still haven't decided to keep Jordan on board or should I bring on Savannah... but one things is for sure... Jackson is coming back!