I just wanted to say thank you guys for the reviews! I wish I had 4 more hands so I could write faster.
Also the band that is mentioned-made up by me but if you want to use it for your own band, be my guest!
Penelope's friend is also mine.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ITS CHARACTERS (but darn do they own me)
5 days earlier
"Hell yes I'm all packed up and ready to go! I've had my leather jacket and miniskirt in my cheetah print luggage for weeks now," Penelope proudly proclaimed over the phone to her old friend from the underground, Felicia.
It had been one of the few times she'd been truly joyful in the past couple of months. Life had taken a toll on her ever since Prentiss. . .Emily. . .passed away. She was determined to never call her Lauren or Prentiss ever again. She found that when she spoke about her, the name Emily rolled off her tongue better. Prentiss was her job name-her "in the field" name. She didn't want to remember Emily for her job, she partly blames the job for ending her life. Penelope wanted to remember her not for her BAU team name, but for her BAU family name. Emily-her sweet, funny, kindhearted sister in her BAU family.
"Jel-lo! Are you listening Pen? Don't forget to bring closed toe shoes. I don't care if they're pumps or boots, just make sure they cover your toesies," Felicia said, finally cutting through Penelope's thoughts.
Giggling, she walked into the kitchen area at Quantico. "Felicia I remember the drill. Spray the hair, cover the toes, show off the boobs and see where it goes," she sang into the phone as she strolled by Reid to the coffee pot. Stopping in her tracks, Penelope turned to Reid and caught him trying to stifle the cough in his throat from choking on his coffee.
"Nice to see I still affect you after all these years boy wonder," Penelope teased as she poked Reid's arm and resumed her hunt for a cup of joe.
Meandering in to see what all the fuss was about, Derek Morgan walked in with the intent on saying hello to Reid. However, noticing that Penelope was there, Morgan decided instead to sneak up on her. With a silent shh signal to Reid, he quietly stalked up behind her while she continued her conversation.
"No I wasn't talking to you silly. I was just messing with a coworker-now let me say this. No amount, and I do mean no amount, of cleavage is going to get us backstage," Penelope lectured as she reached for a cup and then the pot of coffee, pouring it immediately. "I was lucky enough to get us tickets to the crappy seats. This concert is beyond filled to the max and I hear the security is nuts. And I don't want to get kicked out for being the two crazy ladies who tried to sleep with the band."
Putting the cup down and the phone on her shoulder, Penelope reached for the sugar packets and started to shake them. Taking this opportunity, Derek lunged his hands forward and started to tickle her sides.
"You can try-AAAH!" Pen yelped as she dropped both her phone and the sugar packets on the floor. Reid quickly stumbled toward the phone to retrieve it before Penelope or Derek could step on it. Thinking on his feet, Spencer began to talk to Felicia as Derek continued to tickle Penelope.
"Being as ticklish as you are, you should have a better reaction time by now baby girl," Derek jokingly taunted as he turned her around to face him. "Or at least some form of self defense."
Returning his smug smile, Penelope jabbed a finger to his chest as she tried to catch her breath. "You know. . . if this counter wasn't here with my. . . much need coffee. . . I would have thrown. . . you over. . . my shoulder."
"Ooooh, Oh! Is that so? Well I'm right here and ready to go," Derek encouraged with a big grin and his arms spread out.
"Not while I'm on the clock, Dr. Seuss," she said as she pushed him aside with her pointed finger and walked over to Reid. "And as for you junior G-man, you are in as much trouble as he is. Not even warning me, you traitor."
She wagged a disapproving finger at Reid who sheepishly said goodbye to Felicia and handed Penelope the phone. "Felicia, I'll call you later with my arrival time. Farewell my belle," Penelope said as she ended the call and stared down Reid who was slinking over to Derek as he was grinning from ear to ear.
"Would it help me if I said that I think your cleavage could get you backstage to any concert-probably right on stage if you so pleased?" Derek sexily suggested as if he were asking for the mercy of the court.
"I already knew that," Penelope retorted. "But since it's always good to hear it, your sentence has been marked down from execution to just life without parole."
Folding her arms under her breast, Penelope waited for the comeback. Derek opened his mouth to spit out his reply, but snapped it shut and broke out into a smile. He shook his head for he knew he had been bested. For admitting defeat, she made her arms bounce up, moving her breast with them. in order to show Derek that she understood she won. And to remind him that yes, indeed, her chest was fantastic.
"So," Reid squeaked after the silence started to get uncomfortably hot. "You're leaving for Chicago?"
"Are you now?" Derek asked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back on the counter. "How come you didn't tell me?"
Putting her phone in her pocket and walking between the two men, Penelope returned to her coffee. "Because, honey bee, you didn't need to know. I finally put in some time for a little vacation and I'm going to spend it outside of these evil Quantico walls," she happily said as she shook a different handful of sugar packets and poured them into the cup.
"But you're only off for Thursday and Friday," Reid piped in. "That's hardly a vacation."
Looking up from stirring her coffee, she turned around to face the boys. "Yeah, but even during the weekends I'm not free. If I'm not clicking away here then I'm counseling away with a suffering family. This has been the first time in a long time that nobody will need me for anything. And even if they do, they can't get to me."
"Well I doubt you'll be at the concert for all that time," chimed in Reid as he reached for a scone on the counter.
"Haha, if wishes came true-hey how do you know all this anyway?" Penelope asked.
"Your friend Felicia. She's extremely chatty. But sounded. . . nice," Reid ended with a smirk on his face before he bit out a huge chunk of scone.
"If by nice you mean sultry, then yes she's extremely nice," Penelope said to a blushing Reid. "She's an old friend from my crooked years and I haven't seen her in. . . gosh, four years. We probably wouldn't be meeting up now if it wasn't for our pact."
"What pact? Hopefully nothing to do with some sacrifices," said Derek as he moved away from the counter to stand in front of Penelope. "I always knew you were a little witch-or at least dabbled in magic."
"Oh sweetness, if I did, you would already be under my spell," Penelope flirted back. "But actually, the pact we made to each other was that no matter what was going on in our lives, we would drop everything and go see our favorite band play if they ever did a reunion concert. A couple of months ago my brother told me that they were, in fact, doing a one night only concert in Chicago at Double Door. Apparently I was the last one to know since the tickets costs a bah-zillion dollars and they're the suck seats. Nevertheless, I tracked my girl down, told her to haul her butt to Chicago, and pleaded for some vacation time."
"Oooh what band is it?" inquired Reid.
Smiling profusely, Penelope proudly replied. "The Breast Tickles."
Morgan shook his head and laughed as Reid choked again, this time on his scone, as Penelope ruffled his hair. "They're a raunchy and outrageous band that plays music from the gods. And I am a better person for knowing them," she said as she sashayed away with her coffee to retreat to her den of screens.
"You know," Derek casually said as laughter subsided. "You should've told me about the concert. I could've made calls to some guys on the force to see if they knew anybody working security. I can't have my little mama sitting in the nose bleed seats."
Sauntering to Penelope and putting an arm over her shoulder, Derek grinned down at her flawless face. "If you're gonna be hanging around in my town, you could use a little Morgan magic to get you to the front of the stage. Maybe even into a nice little restaurant. Work my magic into some tickets for a ball game. . ."
"Thanks, but no thanks, angel," Penelope replied as she took Derek's hand and twirled out from under his grasp. "I am disappointed however, knowing that if you have your own magic, then I can't work you under my own spell."
Tightening her grasp and giving a tiny wink, Penelope let go of Derek's hand as she walked out of the kitchen.
Turning with his back facing a scone eating Reid, Morgan whispered, "Oh, but I already am baby girl."