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"See Baby Girl, did I not tell you that this was amazing?"

Penelope leaned back in the hot tub relaxing her tired muscles. "Oh, my most darling man, this truly is heaven."

"I just wish we'd been able to get the room we'd originally reserved. I can't believe they double booked the room!"

"Sweetheart…we are here, together, in a hot tub. There are no bloody crime scene photos, no pinging computer screens, no UNSUBs to chase…it's paradise no matter what room we have."

Derek moved behind her, rubbing her shoulders in a lazy massage. "Mmm…Derek, after about forty years of that, I'm going to be really annoyed by you."

"But what if I want more than forty years?"

Penelope straightened. "What are you talking about? Are you serious?"

Derek swallowed. "Damn… I am serious, but this wasn't how I meant to do it. I had it all planned, Penelope. I was going to propose over dinner, soft candlelight, soft music, a suit." He sighed. "But, yes, Penelope, I want to be with you forever. I want you to marry me. I love you. I've never said those words to any woman that doesn't have the last name Morgan. Now I've done it twice, with you. I hope I don't ever have to again. Marry me, Penelope. I told you once that you are my God Given Solace. What I didn't say to you then is that you are the reason I can do my job and look into the abyss of darkness day in and day out without going crazy. It's the reason I was able to take over the team when Hotch needed to step down. Believe it or not, Baby Girl, that office you found me was one of the best gifts I've ever gotten. Especially my drawer of fun; that kept me sane on the moments that I couldn't run to your office or talk to you. You are my ONE. All capitals, full on exclamation point. I don't want to be without you for even another day. Please, Penelope, say you'll be my wife?"

"Are you… You really want to marry me? Derek, I'm unorganized and messy, and I'm not the kind of girl who will ever be happy just cooking and cleaning at home."

Derek snorted derisively. "Like I'd want you to? I've tasted your cooking, Pen. I'm serious. I don't want a maid or a cook or a housekeeper. I just want you- crazy outfits, funky hair, troll dolls, fuzzy pens and all that. Those are things that make you, you. I don't want to change you, I fell in love with you just the way you are. Please, Pen, put me out of my misery here. Say you'll marry me. I promise, I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you, if you'll just say yes."

"Well, of course I'm saying yes. I love you, you amazing man. How could I not ? You go into danger every day, not for the rush or for any type of credit, but just because you care about other people more than you do yourself. You're strong and loyal, and you always keep your promises. You know, Gideon told me something once. He said that you are descended from strong stock. He went on to tell me that your dad and mom had raised you the right way, and had taught you the right values. I never realized why he told me any of that. I guess he could see this between us, even when we were still blind to it."

Derek smiled, and kissed Penelope as passionately as he knew how. "Oh, darlin', our lives are gonna be so good from now on."

Hotch knocked as he waited just outside Rossi's door. "Dave, we need to talk."

"That sounds…ominous."

"I need your help. Well, actually it's Morgan and Garcia that need your help."

"They need me to talk to Director Strauss." At Hotch's surprised look, Dave grinned. "Oh, come on, Aaron. I know you've been preoccupied with Jack lately, but surely you didn't miss their relationship."

"Well, no, but I didn't realize they had been obvious enough that everyone else knew what was going on."

"Aaron, their relationship was obvious to me the first day I walked through the door. We didn't have technical analysts when I was here before, but relationships were something we did have. The way those two banter back and forth… you'd have to be a deaf, blind, mute not to notice!"

Hotch laughed. "I know, but I guess we only see what we're supposed to see. After all, we try hard not to profile each other, you know that."

"Yeah. So, when should I speak to Strauss?"

"Well, considering that he's proposing this weekend, I would suggest as soon as possible."

"He's doing it, really? Well, that does surprise me."

"Why? You don't think Morgan would get married?"

"Not really. I mean, I guess I just figured that would date for a long time. I mean, the BAU is not kind to marriage. You and I are both prime examples of that. Four marriages between us, and none of them lasted. It wasn't a lack of love, just a lack of luck. This job sucks the luck out of life. It takes and takes, it doesn't leave a whole lot left for a woman."

"Not for them. They're both smarter than we are, Dave. They know the risks, and they work together. They both realize what is at stake. We took our wives for granted, didn't let them see the bad parts. I glossed over them with Haley, due to security procedures. I knew I couldn't, and I didn't, but she still knew. In her head, everything had to be bigger, larger and even more scary. I couldn't comfort her, because that would mean telling her the truth. Morgan won't have to do that. He'll be able to be completely open and honest with Penelope. She will already know anyway. They'll be able to share their fears, their frustrations, and their worries."

"You have a point. So should I tell Erin that, or just go straight to the ass kissing that I seem to be so good at with her?"

Hotch barked a laugh, and grinned, clapping Rossi on the back. "You know what? I'll let you profile that one all by yourself."