A/N: I have to say I was surprised with the option voted for most. That leaves me with one of the following ideas: Either you want this story to be over soon, or you want this to move to a certain direction quickly which'll require an M rating or you just love confrontation in general. I haven't really made up my mind yet which one it is. LOL. Thanks to anyone who has enough faith on me for making this work. :) Will put the same remarks at the end of each chapter just in case someone doesn't get how it works and doesn't want to go all the way back to chapter 1, in case you'll wonder. I also decided I will keep the poll a blind one, simply for the reason that if I make it no longer one then people will know what will happen next, which I'd like to avoid... :)

He knew he could either stare at the spot he assumed she had been laying on a few hours ago or get a grip on himself and this resolved to have her back in that exact same spot rather sooner than later. Problem was just that he didn't really know what to do to make this situation better.

He knew Penelope for what felt like a lifetime and he never had figured her for the running kind of girl, but running she did. And he had to admit she wasn't too bad at it. In all his life Derek Morgan never really had to chase after a girl. They usually fell for his charm right on the spot, He never had to run after someone. Leave it to Penelope to come and change things. But then again she certainly was worth the chase, that he was sure about.

Deciding he needed to go for a run to get his head cleared and thinking about possible options, he got into his running gear, got Clooney's leash and took his overgrown puppy with him for a morning run.

An hour later, when he came back, he felt as good as he hadn't felt in quite a while, energized, pumped up and just ready for anything, but still quite helpless in regards of what to do with his best friend. Morgan knew he could simply choose the lazy option, waiting it out till Monday, when they inevitably would run into each other at work. But he knew, he wanted closure long before then, preferably wanted her back in his bed by then as well.

He knew he could call her, but chances she might not even pick up when seeing his name on Caller ID were given. That only left him with getting over to her place. And somehow that thought sounded a lot scarier than most things in his life. It wasn't as if he hated confrontations, but this was so complicated now – actually it wasn't, but that was just his opinion. He certainly didn't regret sleeping with Penelope, no, if anything it had been a dream come true – or rather a fantasy. But of course he himself didn't know what she thought of this. Maybe to her it was just a drunken misstep, something she'd rather forget about. But in order to know that he would need to get to her place. And the longer he waited the more questions seemed to form in his head about whether it really was the smartest idea. Maybe she felt then all of a sudden pressured into anything – which he of course didn't want either.

He also knew the longer he'd wait the higher the chances that she wasn't even home anymore, went out with friends, for shopping, for food. So he'd better get his ass in gear and get moving before he'd miss her and this would drag on forever.

He just needed a shower and then decided he would head over to her, maybe get something for lunch for the both of them on the way and just hope for the best. And maybe it was good that things had come the way they were now. He started wondering quite some time ago that he finally should make any kind of move, let her know he was interested in her in more ways than just her best friend. The thing with Kevin Lynch had gone on for far too long in his opinion, and the last thing he needed now was another guy moving in on her.

When he eventually made his way over to her he noticed straight away Ester being parked up front, which indicated that she hopefully was home and he didn't need to worry.

Morgan had a key to her place, but somehow felt it was maybe not the best idea to use it right now. He didn't want to come across as someone who would just show up in a situation they found themselves in right now. He wanted to give her space, the feeling that whatever would happen now was up to her and he had no expectations whatsoever. Of course he knew about his favorite outcome, but if she saw this as a mistake, something that shouldn't have happened in the first place, Morgan would respect that. He didn't know how to ever be normal around her again – at least normal to their standards -, not after he was inside her and knew just how perfect this all felt, but he would respect whatever she wanted.

Now if he would tell himself that same line another thirty times he might even believe it. Of course he wanted her to break down, confessing his undying love and they would be happily together for the rest of their lives, but he needed to prepare himself for the possible, the option that she didn't want him the way he wanted her. And he had a good few flights of stairs to force it into himself, just in case.

He got lucky that one of Penelope's neighbors just left the building and he didn't need to ring up to her place to get inside the building. Maybe giving her as little advance warning as possible was a good thing. He still hadn't entirely figured out what to say to her, seeing that he wanted both, to get his point and intensions across but not give her the feeling she was now cornered and there was nothing else left for her. And seeing that he wasn't the magician with words as people always made him out to be, this was a whole lot more difficult.

Of course he could talk himself into probably most bedrooms across the city without any problem, but that usually had no meaning. Every conversation with a little bit of depth and meaning behind it he sucked at – a fact that Penelope always had found rather entertaining. Sure he was suave, smooth-talking and confident, but when it came to Penelope somehow other things took over that blocked the part of his brain to be able to communicate and made him act some days like a complete fool. A fool for her.

When he made it up the last flight of stairs he stood in front of his best friend's door, looking at it for a few moments, raising his hand to knock and hoping the best.

post-A/N: After each chapter I'll put a poll up on my profile where you can vote for what happens next. You can vote as often as you want. And I try to write a chapter with the answer that got the most votes. The poll will be up for five days, but if there is a certain trend very strongly presented I might go ahead and write a chapter before already. So basically I give you control of the story. You pick the storyline and it's development - and I write it (hopefully). So, let's see how that will work out. And thank you in advance. I'll try to give you as many 'logical' options as possible, but if any of you guys have an idea that they think should be included with the options PM me and I certainly can include it in the poll when i can see it being written somehow...