A/N: You all convinced me to continue this story, so yay for you.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing, sadly.

Penelope absolutely loved Friday afternoons. There was no better time of the week as far as she was concerned. The weekend lay open in front of her just waiting to be filled at her whim. And as she had recently returned to the single scene after breaking it off with Kevin Lynch, this weekend she could…well….do whatever she wanted. If only the weekend would come faster.

She glanced at her watch for the millionth time in the last hour. She had vowed to be out of the office by six today after realizing just how lame it was to still be at work after ten o'clock at night. Her watch was taunting her by claiming it was only four thirty. It felt like it had been four twenty nine when she checked ten minutes ago. She glanced at the clock on her computer in the hopes that her watch had stopped but unfortunately, it too claimed it was only four thirty.

Maybe coffee would make time go faster, she thought with a smile. She reached for her latest and greatest coffee mug painted to look like an adorable little piglet and headed to the break room.

Once there, she discovered to her great dismay that the last person had finished the coffee and hadn't bothered to brew another pot. "What type of barbarian…" she grumbled to herself. As she busied herself with making a new pot, she was startled by the break room door opening.

"Oh, hey Garcia," Reid said with a quick wave and smile.

She turned and glared at him, "Would you say that it was common courtesy for the person who drinks the last cup of coffee to brew a new pot?"

He nodded, "Yes." He noticed what she was doing, "Oh, I see. I believe Morgan was the last one I saw with fresh coffee."

Penelope pursed her lips, "Of course he was." Morgan may be the sexiest man she had ever met but there were some things he was clueless about. Like her seven year crush on him, she thought sullenly.

Reid, sensing there was more going on than just coffee, changed the subject. "While you're here, a few of us were going to go out for drinks tonight. Would you like to come?"

She answered without hesitation, "Sure." That's what single women did, right, she thought. They go out with friends and find them a sexy man to get their minds off Morgan…err…their ex-boyfriends. She glanced at Reid and saw that he was staring at her curiously. Probably profiling her, she thought. Damn profilers. She flashed him a smile, "Who is a few of us exactly?"

"Hotch, Emily, Morgan, Rossi maybe."

She smiled, "So, basically everyone."

Reid frowned, "Well, no. It would be physically impossible to gather everyone in one place at one time. There are over a 6.9 billion people in the world."

Penelope shook her head with a smile, "Right, silly me." She ran her finger about the rim of her cup and cocked her head, "So, Morgan was the last one with coffee?" She wondered if he was at his desk. Anyone who left an empty coffee pot lying around deserved a good scolding.

He nodded, "I believe so."

"Ok, thank you, darling." She started to head for the door but was stopped when Reid called her name. She turned towards him, "Yes?"

Reid pointed to the coffee maker, "It's done."

She glanced down and saw her cup was empty. A blush spread across her face, "Oh, of course. Thanks." She hurried over to fill her cup and quickly left the room leaving a puzzled Reid in her wake.

An hour and a half later, Penelope was gathering her things together, eager to get out the door and out to her car. A knock on her door brought a groan. "Whatever you want, I'm not doing it. I am going home. Techs deserve weekends too!" she called out.

She heard the door open and whipped around to wreak havoc on whoever dared enter her lair without permission. She frowned at who it was but kept her fury in check, "I know you were raised better than that, Derek Morgan."

Morgan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You haven't ever made me knock and wait before, princess." He gave her one of his patented smiles and she had to resist the urge to melt.

Penelope shook her head, "No, I'm not talking about that, of course." She turned to grab her coat and slip it on.

"What are you talking about then?" He leaned casually against the doorframe and crossed his arms in front of him.

Penelope noticed how that particular stance emphasized his perfect biceps. "The coffee," she said quickly. "What type of person just leaves an empty coffee pot?" Morgan chuckled. "Empty coffee pots are nothing to joke about, my turtle dove," she scolded.

He smiled, "I'm sorry, princess. I vow I will never leave a coffee pot empty ever again."

"Yea, uh huh, sure." She smirked at him and took a moment revel in just how gorgeous he was. She wondered momentarily if she had the courage to just walk up to him and kiss him. She noticed he was staring at her and if she didn't know better, she would have sworn his eyes were wandering all over her body and they didn't seem disappointed. She knew that couldn't be true and began to wonder if she had spilled coffee on herself.

Derek cleared his throat and spoke, "So, we were all going to get together tonight for some drinks? I was thinking you could be my date, gorgeous. We could make everyone in the place jealous."

Penelope laughed nervously at the mention of dates. He gave her a look of curiosity and she smiled innocently. "Reid already told me."

"So you're going?" She nodded. "Want me to pick you up at eight?"

She laughed and shook her head vigorously, "I don't think so."

Derek stood up and walked over to her. "Come on, baby girl, I always drive you," he cajoled.

"Yea, remember what happened last time? I was too drunk to drive and you ended up going home with Betty Lou or Betty Boop, whatever her name was." She poked him with her finger accusingly, "I had to get a ride home from Reid. Who gave me a lecture on the social place of drinking in indigenous cultures around the world. Which was very interesting but highly annoying."

Morgan had the good graces to look ashamed. "Not one of my prouder moments. Can I apologize again for that?"

"Yes, yes you may."

He wrapped his arms around her. "Goddess, I apologize for leaving you to go home with…"

"That strumpet," she interrupted.

Morgan smiled, "With that strumpet and leaving you with Reid." He pulled her into a hug. "I promise that I will not leave your side tonight."

Penelope smiled. She could never stay mad at him for long. Especially when he smelled so damn good. "In that case, pick me up at eight."

Derek was early, as in a half an hour early. He was hoping for a few minutes alone with Penelope before they left to join the group. He wanted to apologize again for the last time the group had gone out. She had been with Lynch and they had been all over each other all night. The only way he could contain his jealousy was to focus all his attention on some random girl. He was actually pretty pissed that Lynch hadn't given Penelope a ride home like he thought he would have.

He had a key so he let himself into Penelope's apartment. "Baby girl," he called out, "I let myself in."

"In the shower," she called back.

At the thought of her in the naked and wet in the shower, Morgan let out an audible groan. Thinking of the water dripping down her body as she ran her hands over herself, he had to fight the urge to go into the bathroom and rip open the shower curtain. He imagined her hands running through her wet hair and water dripping down her breasts, over her soft stomach, and down to the hair right above…. Morgan tore his thoughts away from the bathroom and rubbed his face. It didn't help him at all to entertain those fantasies when he knew he could never make them come true. In an attempt to curb his thoughts he took a seat on the couch and turned on the TV.

"What time is it?" he heard Penelope call. "Am I running behind?"

"No, baby girl, I'm early." He stopped flipping through the channels when he found a violent war movie, hoping to take his mind off of the naked women only a room away.

Her laugh floated to him from the bathroom. God, he loved that laugh. "Trying to sneak a peak at the goods, hot stuff?"

"You have no idea, baby girl," he said to himself. He heard the shower stop running and wondered momentarily what she would do if he just walked in the bathroom and kissed her. Probably slap him and never speak to him again. With that thought lingering in his mind, he resigned himself to watching TV while the woman of his dreams stood naked in the same apartment as him.

After ten minutes of exploding vehicles and bloody body parts, Derek was ready to leave. As if on cue, Penelope called out to him, "It'll only be a little longer. I just have to finish putting on my face."

He rolled his eyes as he stood and began to walk around her apartment. "Momma, you look sexy enough without all that make-up."

She laughed, "You're just bored and eager to leave, my chocolate stud muffin. Besides how will I ensnare a sexy man tonight without my makeup?"

She was looking for a man? Jealousy reared its ugly head at the thought of another man with his woman. "Any man who doesn't think you look like the goddess you are without makeup doesn't deserve to even look at you," he said sadly.

Silence was his response. Curious, he walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Baby girl, you almost ready?"

"You can come in, I'm decent."

Derek pushed open the door and his jaw dropped.

Penelope stood smiling at him. "How do I look?" she asked.

It took him a moment to regain his speech abilities and when he did, he let out a low whistle. "Baby girl, I can't let you go out like that."

Her face fell and she looked completely crushed. "What?"

He shook his head, "No, baby, if you go out like that, there's no way I'm gunna keep all the creeps away from you. You look fine as hell, momma." She did. She was wearing a red strapless curve hugging dress and, man, did it hug all of the right curves. It was all Derek could do not to run his hands over her body and take her on the bathroom floor. He took a deep breathe in an attempt to control himself.

Penelope laughed, "Aw, you are so sweet, my love." She held up a black sweater and waved it at him, "I'm covering up the girls."

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, "I guess that'll help." At least it would hide that sexy body from all the pervs that were bound to be out. It wouldn't hide the image from him, though, seeing as it was permanently burned into his mind.

She laughed again and pushed him out of the bathroom. "You worry too much. Let's go," she said as she threw on the sweater and grabbed her coat.

Derek shook his head as he followed her. He knew by the way her ass looked even covered in her coat that he was going to end up jerking off to thoughts of her as soon as he got home that night. Yet again.

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