On the plane ride to Kansas we de-briefed again. And to make up for being distracted at the first meeting I went over all the evidence that we had, and watched the news coverage over the murders. I busied myself like this until finally JJ and Prentiss came to sit with me. They gave me the we-know-something-is-wrong look.

"Garcia." Was all Prentiss had to say to know I was in trouble.

"Don't even."

"You gotta talk sometime." JJ said.

"I talked to Derek."

This certainly piqued JJ's interest, she smiled, looking over my shoulder at Derek. I hoped he wasn't looking this way, JJ wasn't even trying to hide her excitement. "Details, Garcia, I need them."

Prentiss was confused. "Okay what am I missing? Garcia and Morgan always talk, what's the signifigance now?"

JJ grinned like the freaking Cheshire cat. The woman didn't get out much since so this situation was like a soap opera come to life. "Garcia, talk."

I groaned, sulking into my seat wishing I could click my heels and go home away from Kansas. "There isn't anything to talk about."

Prentiss was getting annoyed, "What in the hell am I missing?"

"Oh my god, tell me you can't even guess!" JJ exclaimed.

Prentiss looked at me and then over my shoulder, twice, before a lightbulb turned on behind her eyes. "Oh...oh...oh wow. You and Morgan, huh, I saw it coming."

JJ rolled her eyes, having the nerve to giggle. What was coming over her? "Sure." JJ looked back to me, "You aren't talking."

This was my like my fourth time shaking my head at one my collegues. "Why does everyone want me to tell them something, geesh, nothing happened. Okay? Nothing."

"Well, sorry." Prentiss replied, blatantly amused by my surliness. She wasn't the least bit sorry.

A few hours later the jet landed, and I was the first off the plane. Trying to create distance between Derek, JJ, Prentiss and I. I stood beside Rossi who raised an eyebrow up at me, probably wondering why I was avoiding the others. I shrugged, tugging my bright pink suitcase behind me as we split up into cars. It was around after seven, and the sun had set twenty minutes ago.

"Hey, babygirl, you in there?"

Well...crap. I wiped the tears from my eyes and picked myself off the bed. There weren't any hotels in - because not too many people vacationed here or even vistied. Most people who came stayed with the people they knew, they were hospital like that. So the team were staying at one of the police officers on duties home. He barely stayed there, rather staying with his new girlfriend and he welcomed us in with open arms.

We'd arrived at the house maybe two hours after landing, deciding it best to visit the police station first before settling in. I was swamped with so much new information, I didn't know if I had time to go to sleep. And if I didn't I was going to have to hype myself up with a six pack of Red Bull and coffee.

I opened the door, tired, and totally not prepared to talk to Derek. But it wasn't like I could avoid him. "Hey, sweetstuff." I said, drily. None of my usual sexual ethusiasm

It made Derek though, and that smile was sexy and contagious. A spike of energy hit me and I smiled with him. "Sorry, I'm just really tired. Jet lag."

He shrugged, "That's understandable, you don't travel often. I wanted to let you know that Hotchner said that we can all pack it in for tomorrow. So don't go staying up into middle of the night, go to bed."

"Okay, daddy, I will." I replied jokingly. "Aren't you just full of demands lately?"

His eyes darkened as he remembered what I was talking about. "Are you going to tell me? We're alone. The others have already gone to their beds."

Alone? With Derek? Usually I reeled at this thought but right now I wanted everything but, or did I? Being alone with Derek can lead to all types of delicious things. I licked my lips at the thought and Derek smiled at the gesture. I played dumb, "Tell you what?"

"Tell me why you told Kevin that you couldn't marry him? You love him don't you, you said so yesterday."

I nodded, "I love Kevin, I'm just not in love with him. I can't marry him because I don't feel the same way about him as I feel-" Oops! I said too much, way too much. Go back, go back Garcia. Time travel, think of something!

"Keep going, you're doing good." He urged like I was giving birth or something.

I swallowed drily, continuing. "I can't marry him because I don't feel the same way about him as I feel that should." Whew! Dodged a bullet right there.

He growled, stepping towards me and I stepped back hitting the edge of my bed. Oh, no. This wasn't good. Derek didn't stop, moving closer and closer. Each step quiet but determined. Oh sweet baby Jesus save me! "That isn't what you were going to say, Penelope."

"Well if you know what I'm supposed to say, or what I was going to say can you clue me in because I'm clueless!" I said as I fell back on the bed. My breaths were shallow, and hard to take in. He was so close I could smell his cologne, his hands reached out and he pinned me on the bed. His body leaning over mind and his face only inches away.

"I want you to admit it to yourself, what I already know. That's what bestfriends are for right?"

"What?"

"You know helping each other through things like this. Realizing things that have been set in motion for years?" Derek explained softly.

He was losing me, fast. I was going to pass out just from this heated contact with him. If he didn't move I wasn't going to have a choice but jump his bones, and I don't think the rest of the team would enjoy the rachous sounds. "What has been set into motion for years, Derek? I'm lost. Find me, please, so my overworked brain can catch a break."

Derek lost his smile, kissed my cheek, and straightened to his feet. "Good night, Garcia."