Alright Lovies, here's chappy 2! I'm leaving for the holidays so don't expect and update until after the new year unless I find some time. Sorry it's so short. :(
Again: I don't own anything...I only wish I did!
Ta~Genie
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"Well that sucked." Penelope whispered to herself in the process of making her way from her nice, warm, messy but otherwise unused bed toward her shower. She hadn't been able to sleep much last night. Emily and JJ had sent texts when they had finally landed. Logically she knew that all her superheroes had come home safe so worry hadn't been what kept her awake.
"Right! Time to face the music, Garcie." As Garcia stared into her refection in the mirror she wasn't too pleased with what she saw. She actually had to go out in public today and if the dark bags under her eyes were any indication she was going to need a LOT of concealer to make herself presentable, at least by her uber high standards anyway. Shaking her head she turned to the shower, closed the curtain and flipped on the water. Getting her chilled body under the warm spray helped to clear any lingering cob webs from her brain and then she was able to think about the previous night and who, it was that had occupied her thoughts. Derek Morgan. That man had slowly and steadily wormed his way into her heart no matter how much she tried to fortify it from him. She lived, had lived she mentally corrected herself, for their flirting and relished the nights of staying in and enjoying old movies together curled up on his couch. And that smile. His patented 'Morgan grin', with that naughty glint in his eye and his thousand-watt white teeth shining back at her. That grin did things to her. It made her weak-kneed and light-headed and although she had become a considerably better at hiding her reaction to it over the years it still got to her. Even now. As the water rained onto her shoulders Penelope figured it was high time she shoved her stupid, idiotic, romantic thoughts of Derek Morgan out of her head for good and finished the process of getting ready to face the world. If only her heart would cooperate.
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Running through the rain in high heels sucked! And as she nearly slipped and fell on her nicely rounded tushy in front of God and everyone she cursed herself for wearing them for the 15th time since she left her house. Her fashion choices were not dictated by the weather but today they probably should have been. It was pouring and her 4-inch cherry red pumps were not the best footwear choice she'd ever made but then again neither was reminiscing about her uber-hot, hunk former best friend in the shower either. Reminiscing led to fantasizing and fantasizing led to other things. And that was why she was running in the first place, she was late. And Penelope Garcia hated nothing more than being late.
Derek Morgan watching in undisguised fascination as his Baby Girl ran quickly, if not carefully, through the rain. He doesn't know how in the hell anyone ran in heels that high but his Baby made it look easy. He jolted quickly as she almost slipped but caught herself before she needed assistance from anyone. As he dropped his hand back to his side he realized that she probably wouldn't welcome his help anyway. He had been a lousy friend lately and he knew it. He started ignoring her more and more because he didn't have the strength to pretend he was ok .The cases were starting to wear on him. It wasn't one in particular, it was the combination of too many cases, not enough sleep and more violence then anyone should have to deal with. What he didn't take into consideration was that by pushing Penelope away he was also pushing away his peace and sanity. His Solace. Penelope was the light that led them all home after tough cases but to him she was so much more. He didn't have to pretend with her. She knew how cases affected him so she knew when he needed to talk and when he just needed someone around. Someone next to him to remind him that he wasn't alone. His feelings for her were changing, no-they had already changed and now he wanted to do something about them. Kevin Lynch be damned.
"Your coffee, Agent Morgan." Derek startled slightly as the your Barista held to cup out for him.
"Thank you." He grinned and winked at the girl in an attempt to apologize for his lack of attention and moved toward the elevator to stand by his girl.
"Morning Princess." His standard greeting sounding foreign even to his own ears. Her shoulders jerked and he thought her head might just fly off her neck if how fast it swung toward him was any indication. Her wide, innocent eyes stared at him in confusion for a moment before she offered a simple greeting.
"Good morning Morgan." Said with a smile it would have been all he'd need to start a conversation but her tone was cold and distant and there wasn't even a hint of a smile on her perfect red lips. Red to match her shoes. He thought before he could stop himself.
The soft ding of the bell and swoosh of the doors quickly diverted Garcia's attention before he had a chance to think of something appropriate to say. He let her move into the box first and moved to stand beside her, taping a light rhythm on his coffee cup with his fingers, a habit he did when nervous that he couldn't seem to break. Well this isn't awkward at all He thought sarcastically as the doors started closing and he realized that they would be the only two enjoying the ride up several floors.
"Look Baby-"He was abruptly cut off by a swift hand coming between the rapidly closing doors. Garcia's eyes flew from his to the elevator doors popping back open and revealing a wet, disheaveled and now rather nervous looking Kevin Lynch. Not awkward at all. This is just great! Derek couldn't help but roll his eyes and huff back into the far corner of the suddenly too small box. His opportunity to talk to Garcia alone and in a semi-private place was just to hell. There would be no getting between the love birds now. So much for his good mood.