A/N: I think this is the shortest chapter I have ever written. For a second I was actually considering to merge the next chapter with this one, just to make it longer. =) But I didn't. I know that most of this chapter is the transcript from 'Lucky' - although some alternations have been made. I should maybe also mention that Battle doesn't exist for this one. Many thanks to my beta jenRar, who I forgot to mention in the last chapter's A/N's. The site seems to be cranky again, since I am not receiving emails with notifications for the reviews and therefore the links to reply to them. As soon as they make their way to my inbox I will answer.
It was a few weeks after that night in the bar.
Neither of them had mentioned it again, and Penelope actually already had forgotten about it. Derek had taken the napkin that night out of his jeans pocket and put it in a box, where he also kept the wedding ring from his grandmother; the one he was supposed to propose with once he found the one. He closed the box and put it back on the top of the shelf, where the box had been standing for the past couple of years without being touched at all.
"Good morning, Princess."
"Good morning."
"Pump … your breaks," she heard him say suddenly, which made her stop and turn around.
When she saw Morgan motioning for her to come back to him, she thought for a moment about what to do, but in the end stepped closer to him.
"Every day I say 'Good Morning'. Every day you say 'I'll show you a good morning, hot stuff'. Every day. Not today?" he asked, sounding a bit concerned.
"I hate profilers, you know that?" she smiled slightly, removing some dust flake from his shirt.
Morgan looked at where she had just touched him, and then back at her. Something was definitely going on.
"Spit it out…"
Penelope thought how much she should tell him. Morgan had a tendency of reacting sometimes like the big brother. All protective.
"Fine. I met a guy…" she confessed, finally. Lying to Derek Morgan was something that never worked anyway. He just knew her too damn well.
"You did what? Where?" he asked, sounding surprised.
"Coffee shop, downstairs. I helped him with a problem, and then he asked for my number…"
"And you just…?" he asked, looking shocked.
"…gave it to him. Can you believe that?" she asked, now her turn for sounding surprised. "But before you go all worrying on me, he is working for the FBI as well. Over at Fraud. He is an analyst, too. And cute," she explained, and Morgan could clearly see the excitement all over her face and in her eyes.
"Good. What's his name?"
"Kevin Lynch. Did I mention he worked in Fraud? And he looks so good and cute."
Morgan just smiled at her and touched the tip of her nose with his index finger.
"You kind of mentioned that already," he said, getting over the initial shook.
"When he calls, don't agree right away to wherever he asks you to go. Play a bit hard to get. Guys like it when something seems to be a challenge."
"Morgan, I know how to play the game. It's not like I've never been on a date," she said, rolling her eyes at him.
"I just want the best for you, Baby Girl, you know, right?"
"Of course I do," she smiled, continuing her way towards her office, waiting for the call of one Kevin Lynch.
