Penelopes POV (Third Person)
Chapter 2
When Penelope hung up with Spencer, she was angry. Her boy genius was in serious pain and it was caused by her Derek. Standing up, her neon yellow heels clicked all the way out of her office, through the hallway and into the Bullpen. Derek was there, but she completely ignored him as she went up to Hotch's office. She knocked, and was relieved to hear, "Come in."
Penelope stepped in and closed the door behind her and smiled, "Hello handsome. I have some bad news." She said, her face in a weak smile.
"What's that?" He asked, his voice hinting at a tone of concern.
"Our little boy genius has a head cold and he is unable to make it in today." She said.
"Did he call you?"
"Yes, he did and he sounded absolutely awful."
"Why didn't he call Derek like he usually does?"
"You know how Derek is; he'd be all concerned and go over to check up on him. Instead, being the genius he called me, knowing that he would avoid all of that."
"Oh, well thank you for letting me know. By the way, we don't have a case today, do you mind checking up on Reid at lunch?"
"No problem, boss."
"Thank you."
Penelope exited the office, and stormed down the steps toward Derek's desk. Derek heard her and spun his chair around to greet her. But when he saw her eyes, he knew he was in big trouble.
"Derek Morgan, you are in so much trouble."
Derek gulped, "Why's that baby girl?"
"Do not act cute with me. I am much too angry to be cute with you."
"Penelope, what's wrong?"
"Come with me. Now."
Derek stood up, receiving glances from both Emily and Rossi who were previously conversing with Derek.
"Penelope?"
"Shhh, I'm thinking."
"About?"
"About ruining your life right."
"What did I do?"
When they were safely in her office a few minutes later, she pointed at the chair, and said, "Sit."
Derek sat down, not questioning her. "Penelope?"
"You jerk! How could you get so angry at my boy genius?" She hissed at him.
"Wait. He told you about that?"
"Yes he did, and he was in tears when he called me! Explain yourself."
"He was crying?" He asked, his voice softer.
"Yes, Derek, he was crying because he was beating himself up about the fight you two had last night. The poor lamb is sick now."
"Shit," he moaned.
"What?"
"I cursed at him."
"You…WHAT?"
"I said shit and fuck around him."
"Why? Why would you do that?"
"He was frustrating me! He wouldn't tell me what was wrong with him!"
"Derek, sweet heart, he has a right to keep secrets from you."
"I know…but…I worry about him."
"We all do, love, but he has the right to a personal life."
"I have to go check up on him."
"No you don't, that's my job. You need to keep your distance until he's okay."
"Bu…I got mad at him, I need to apologize."
"You will have your chance soon enough. Give him the space he rightly deserves." Penelope said, in a tone not to be argued with.
"Fine. Tell me how he is?"
"Will do."
"Are you mad at me, too?"
"No. How could I be?" She smiled. When Derek stood up, he hugged her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Thanks baby girl."
"No problem, love. Now get out of here before the call on a search team." She teased.
Derek raised his hands in mock surrender, and smiled as he left.
