A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails. ~Donna Roberts


The next few days went bye. Penelope felt everyday a little bit better. She was still grieving and feeling sad, but her optimistic, happy character came back every day for longer periods at a time. She heard the Playlist every day, some times more, some time less. But always at least five times.
She didn't bother to look for the person behind who send it. She thought it must have been Morgan or maybe JJ. They knew her best and knew how to cheer her up. And since there was no other email sent to her and Morgan said he wasn't the one who send it she decided to not bother anymore.

A few days later, the case they were working on came to a good end.
The team flew back late at night, so they didn't see each other until the next day. In the morning Penelope was standing at JJ desk, talking with her Emily, Rossi and Matt about the last few days. They all saw that Penelope was finally getting back to the old her.

"Garcia, what happened? You seem to be better, almost like a phoenix raising from the ashes." JJ asked her.

"Oh you, gumdrops. You know why. The Playlist you sent worked wonders on my wounded soul. Thank you so much sugar." Penelope hugged JJ tightly.

"What Playlist? What are you talking about?" JJ remembered Penelope mentioning a Playlist before, when she was apologizing for being a bad friend via message. But JJ didn't asked her about it, she was just glad that evening, that Penelope finally was starting to feel better.

"The music Playlist you sent me the day you all went on the case."

JJ just looked confused and shook her head.

"So you didn't send me the Playlist gummy-bear? But who did? It wasn't Morgan either." Penelope turned to the others, looking at them. "Any one of you?"

They all shook their head and asking Penelope what Playlist she was talking about. So she explained to them that she got that Playlist from a mysterious person, with songs and lyrics that helped her so much and that she had thought it came from Morgan or JJ.

"If Morgan or I had send it to you Penelope, we would have done it with our email addresses. I wonder who knew you so well to put that list together." JJ had a curious tone in her voice.

"What's going on?" Luke asked as he walked to them, on his side Reid, who also was coming too to the little meeting.

"The kitten got herself a secret admirer." Rossi explained to the newcomers.

"How so?" Reid asked while Luke's eyebrows rose up as he heard Rossi's statement.

"Nonsense. You old romancer." Penelope answered Rossi and then explained to Reid what they were talking about.

"Statistically 95% of every secret admirer has a tendency to be a stalker, some more, some less." Clearly, that was Reid talking. Luke rolled his eyes and Penelope gasped.

"You may be our genius here, but I don't think one email can be called stalking lovely brain head." For Penelope that email wasn't anything bad, it had helped her. There could be nothing bad about that, could it?

"Be it as it may, this Playlist helped Penelope to cope the last events. And that is the important thing." Tara said into the round.

They all could only nod their heads to this. "I don't know what I would do without all of you my friends. You are my family. Thank you, for everything, my loved ones." Penelope smiled at all of them, giving each one a big hug and walked then back to her lair and the others went to their desks as well.

No one saw the little smile Luke had on his face. Already planning in his head, what songs to put in the next Playlist he would send her.


The next day in the office, they had another case. When Penelope finished briefing the team and watch their departure, she got back to her computers to starting some research.
Her search needed some time to finish, so she had some spare time to check for new emails. There were not many, but one of them was from "Musicsaysitall".
She was a bit nervous as she opened the mail and saw that it again had attachments.

"Good Morning beautiful,

I am happy that you liked my last Playlist and that it comforted you.

Each Playlist I send you, has a theme. I will not tell you what it is, you figure it out as soon as you start listening to it.

One song each time will be from the previous theme and one song will tell you something different. You'll figure it out you are a FBI Agent after all.

And I am not a stalker. Just someone who doesn't know how to find the right words to approach you.

But I will try to leave some bread crumbs on the way, so you can figure out who I am, in time. But no cheating, gorgeous, no working wonders with your computers.

Have a wonderful day. With love,

Someone who cares."

Penelope giggled while she read the mail. And then she suddenly stopped. She thought about the "stalker" sentence and realized that she talked about that just yesterday in the office.
There were only her team and some other agents in that room. But who could it be? Penelope wondered and tried to remember what other agents where around in the office yesterday. But she couldn't remember. She was focused on her team and not the surroundings.
I will try to figure it out later. Now I want to hear one of the songs.

She downloaded the new Playlist and the Lyrics to the songs. Looking how her search for the case was going, she saw that she had about another 5 minutes left before it was finished.

So she clicked on the Play button to a song she never heard. She liked the tune instantly and opened up the Lyrics.


He lives in you (The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride) by Collabro

"Night and the spirit of life calling […]

He lives in you, he lives in me, he watches over everything we see.

Into the waters, into the truth, in your reflection, he lives in you. […]"


Awww. Penelope could not hold that noise inside of her. There was not much highlighted text from the lyrics, but the tune and the words, that actually were highlighted, had deep meanings, at least for her.

Maybe there is time for another song? But in that moment her computer led out a little ping, her research was finished. The next few hours she spend on further research and helping the team.

When Penelope was finally done for the day, she had decided to play along and not going to search, to find out who this mysterious person was. She knew she would figure it out sooner or later. So before she would continue with the Playlist, she wanted to make a list of persons she could remember, of who where in the office yesterday.

The messages indicated that it would be a man, but to have a complete list of people, she decided to put everyone on it. It has to be a guy.


JJ – denied that she sent the Playlist, likes music. Obvious a women.
Emily – likes primarily classic music or rock. Also a women.
Rossi – not sure that he knows even one artist after the 80`s.
Matt – doesn't know me so well after this short time.
Reid – would never know what "Glee" is and not that interested in music.
Luke – doesn't like me much. don't know me that well, even if we are working together for more then a year now.

When she wrote Luke's name down and her comment, she sighed heavily. It was her own fault that he didn't like her that much and that they didn't knew each other well. She was not nice to him in the beginning, and even yet, even when they finally got along, he didn't talk too much with her.
She liked him, much. She was attracted to him from the start, but he replaced Derek. Her Derek. She knew even back then, that it wasn't his fault. And it also wasn't his fault that she would find him attractive.
However it was his fault that he was so damn good looking and that he would never fall for somenone like her. She had closed her heart, not wanting to get hurt, and rejected him and his friendly words as long as she could. But of course, she couldn't do it for a long time. That was not in her nature. But her heart was still secure, at least that's what she's told herself for months now. Sometimes she would dream about him, nice dreams, but that was all she allowed herself to do. He could never have deeper feelings for me, but maybe, one day, we might be friends.

She continued with her list.

Tara – not her style, likes Jazz and R&B.
Michael – working in that office for years, never spoke much to each other.
Catherine – not good with computers, would never be able to put a Playlist together.
Chris – new to the office, don't know much about him.

Penelope tried to remember who else was in the office yesterday, but she couldn't recall any more faces. She put down the list and pressed the play button on her laptop once again. The next song she knew well, who wouldn't? Everyone knows the Golden Girls.


Thank you for being a friend by Andrew Gold

"Thank you for being a friend, traveled down the road and back again. [...]
I'm not ashamed to say, I hope it always will stay this way. [...]
Whatever you need, anytime of the day or night. [...]
And when we both get older, with walking canes and hair of gray, have no fear, even though it's hard to hear, I will stand real close and say, thank you for being a friend. [...]
And when we die and float away, into the night, the Milky Way,you'll hear me call, as we ascend
I'll see you there, then once again, thank you for being a friend. [...]"


Maybe it is about friendship, after all, I did say something about that yesterday. She decided to write JJ, if she could remember anyone else in the office yesterday and also wanting to tell her about the new Playlist.

Waiting for an answer, she hit again the play button to hear what the next song would be.


You've got a friend by James Taylor

"When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand. [...]
Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there, to brighten up even your darkest nights. [...]
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you got to do is call and I'll be there. [...]
You've got a friend. [...]
You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am, I'll come running, oh yes I will, see you again. [...]
People can be so cold, they'll hurt you and desert you. [...]
You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am, I'll come running to see you again. [...]
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend. […]"


Yes, the theme is clearly friendship. Penelope read the marked text fragments again. I wonder what name it is I shall call out. Then her phone vibrated.

"Another Playlist? What songs? And what did he wrote you?" JJ could not remember any other names that Penelope didn't had already on the list. She answered JJ and asked her also, why she would think it would be a "he" that sent her these mails. Her heart started to flatter a little at the thought of what that could mean.

While Penelope was waiting for the return message from JJ, she decided to get into the shower, so she could listening to the last two songs, laying in bed and after finishing listening, she could drift to sleep and have good dreams.
After 10 minutes of showering she looked at her phone, but no new messages. She went with her laptop into her bedroom, laid down and pressed the play button once again. She heard the song before, but it didn't fit the theme.


Words – by F.R. David

"Words don't come easy to me, how can I find a way to make you see I love you? […]

Words don't come easy to me, this is the only way for me to say I love you? […]

This is just a simple song, that I've made for you and my own, there's no hidden meaning you know when I, when I say I love you, honey, please believe I really do 'cause […]

It isn't easy, words don't come easy, words don't come easy to me, how can I find a way to make you see I love you?

Words don't come easy. [...]"


Penelope was lying in her bed. Stunned. Whoaaaaa. That song has nothing to do with friendship. Can this be real? A guy, out there, feeling something more for me? Being so shy but yet so sweet and romantic? Penelope's heart tightened with joy. It was a long time, since forever, that someone was interested in more than just friendly feelings towards her.

She just wanted to start listening to the last song when she finally recieved an answer from JJ.

"No women would make such an effort and being so mysteriously about it. And then, what he wrote you. With love, someone who cares. That is a man who has fallen in love with you, or at least has deep feelings, but he thinks he has no chance. He wants to comfort you, he wants you to fall in love with him, he wants to be your friend. And we all, obviously, must know him, when he could have overhear our conversation yesterday. Now I am really longing to know who that is. Keep me in the loop Penelope. And shall I ask the others if they could remember anyone else there?"

Penelope felt elated. JJ was clearly thinking the same. There was someone out there, liking and caring about her. She answered JJ, that she should only ask Emily and Tara about it. Not wanting to have the guys in on it just yet. She wished her a good night, put the phone aside and pressed the play button one last time for this night.


Lean on me by Bill Withers

"Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow. [...]
Lean on me when you're not strong, I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on, For it won't be long, 'Til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on.
Please swallow your pride, if I have things you need to borrow, for no one can fill those of your needs, that you won't let show. [...]
Lean on me when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on. [...]
If there is a load, you have to bear, that you can't carry, I'm right up the road, I'll share your load, if you just call me. [...]"


After the last song, she mixed both Playlists together, reduced the volume, turned the light off and went to sleep. She wanted to dream about this mysterious man, trying to figure out who he was and what he looked like. But the whole night she kept dreaming about Luke, seeing his face in her sleep. And those were all really nice dreams indeed.


Music is love in search of a word. ~Sidney Lanier


So I hope you still like it. Thank you for your feedback and the messages. It really means a lot to know someone enjoys what I am writing. Don't know when the next update will come, but it is coming. Promis.
My doggy is just very sick and I have a lot on my mind. Have a good time y'all.