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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- My Bodyguard, Mine -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"But she's not blonde..." She heard one man say and she jolted from her head and looked up, terror filling her. An emotion she hadn't been aware of.
"I can be," she spoke after a moments silence and smiled, "put a wig on and you won't know any difference."
"Seems a bit farfetched." Another scoffed.
Derek went to talk but Penelope wanted her say. After all it was her plan; she wanted it told how she wanted it done.
"The way I see it, Buddy, is that I fit the description more than anyone in this excuse of a police department and I can be a blonde in a heartbeat, Sweet cheeks, so either you have a better plan to share with the gang or you can hush up."
Derek shot Penelope a smile of appreciation, pride flew through him as he watched how empowered she actually was right now. He'd never seen her glow like that, and apart of him wished she wasn't so clear cut certain on the matter; he wished she wasn't up for playing bait. Yet as he watched her sink into the conversation he felt overwhelmed with the need to protect her, she had asked him out of everyone and he knew that was how it was meant to be.
Morgan and Garcia. The duo.
"So we're dealing with only female killings, none of the males are harmed in anyway." Someone spoke up, moving the conversation on.
"We do have a loop hole here." A young detective pointed out and looked at Penelope, "He's aiming mixed race families, how are you going to do that bit? Just because you might fit the victim description with a wig on does not make you a target."
"She could be appealing for the death of her sister." Someone spoke up clearly.
"Or friend."
"Or I could pose as her husband." Derek stepped in coolly, "I'm already going to be on camera with her, I'm her bodyguard in every sense of the word for this after all, we want this bastard, I say we pull out all the stops for it."
"Handsome," Penelope began, "It won't work."
"Baby Girl, you're confident with your plan, now let me do what I can to be confident with it." Derek disregarded her qualms over the matter. "We make him think that me and Garcia are a mixed race married couple and draw him out. If we advertise it like that and he pries on his next family, he's bound to be watching or even in the crowd."
Hotch and Rossi stood at the side watching Derek, they both looked at one another and nodded before Hotch stepped forward a little.
"It could work..."
"Hotch," Penelope exhaled, "It won't work." She stated again, "He isn't going to fall for it, plus there's more to lose that way."
"In what way?" Rossi asked, "The way I see it Garcia, is that Morgan's going to be up there, on camera, with you anyway, what's the difference of you playing the Unsub at his own game?"
"Exactly, if Garcia issues a date for a press conference today we can use tomorrow and some of Friday before the conference to lure the Unsub in. If he sees a curvy blonde on TV, one with brown eyes and is very confident and forthright in their jobs like the others appeared to have been, he'll see an opportunity and won't miss the ideal chance. He can watch Penelope in the public eye, she's more known, he likes to have the higher power, so let him."
"What's to say he won't use her because he'll know how closely fixed she is with officials?" The lead detective in Maine spoke up, "I mean, won't that scare him off?"
"He's a violent Unsub, and obsessive with the way he kills only blonde females, women who asserted authority and likenesses between them," Hotch dropped in, "he's almost meticulous with it."
"From the fact that he takes the hair with him shows a need to make trophies of what he sees as perfect," Reid observed to them all, "we need Garcia to be nearly the perfect hair colour and we know that from the mother's that were killed. So if Garcia appears on TV with that hair colour, something will draw him in and he won't stop until he has what he wants."
Penelope didn't realise her eyes were bulging with fear at that until Derek stood next to her and nudged her and she shook the feeling off of her. She couldn't worry now, she couldn't mess this up. It was becoming a well devised plan.
Emily coughed then, "What will be done about extra protection and supervision while this conference is going on?" She asked boldly, "I mean we can't just keep it Morgan and Garcia, we need to guard the doors, have under covers in the crowd watching."
The officers looked around among one another; they'd never had to do anything like this before. This was all new to them, they'd never thrown one of their own in as bait, hell, they had never had to.
"I can arrange for a couple of plain clothes officers to man the crowd from within, and we'll set up officers as you would on a normal press conference, we'll have all exits set up with someone and extra's ready up front just in case."
"And who's going to be in the crowd exactly?" Someone asked out and looked between Hotch and the rest of his team.
"It'll be for families of the victims and anyone who feels they need to come along, news reporters, the press, we'll give an update on what's happening with the investigation, we'll try and issue a full profile by then as well." He folded his arms over his chest. "We'll hopefully be able to pick the Unsub out as he enters the room, but whatever happens, he will take the bait."
No one else could continue as the main phone rang out, the detective answered and looked up at Hotch warily, "We got another one."
"Well we better get on with this then." Rossi said as he went for the exit, going passed Penelope first. "Time to be blonde, Kitten."
Penelope offered a weak smile and an even weaker nod as she turned and left the room with mass of officers.
Derek didn't hesitate to follow and walked behind her as she left the crowd and went towards he makeshift office.
"I'm not a blonde yet, handsome, there's no need to check on me." She told him as she pushed the door open and went in, holding the door long enough for him to take it; she knew he wasn't leaving just yet.
"I know, I just wanna know why you stopped believing in your plan." He asked her as she crossed his arms across his chest and leant on the door frame.
Penelope looked up at him, a little wide eyed, "I- I..." She bit her lip hard before continuing, "This isn't normal for us, we can't do this, it won't be believable." She began to ramble.
Derek huffed a little and went towards her, "I think we know how to work the chemistry when we need to, Princess, it's almost as easy as breathing."
"Is it really appropriate... I mean with..."
"With Kevin?" Derek asked her gently and she successfully hid the bitter strings of pain as she thought to her last chat with the man in question, "It's not forever, it's a temporary thing. All in the name of saving people right?"
Penelope nodded, "But, Kevin won't like it." She pressed further with that idea, "And well, it will be all over the TV, I mean, with Kevin it's an obvious thing, me and him, you know, it works, but us..."
"What about us?" Derek bit the question off snappily.
"You choosing to marry me?" She asked and rose an eyebrow at him, "It's not really plausible for the sheer fact that..."
"Have you taken a look at the families we're dealing with here, Baby Girl?" He asked her a little too aggressively. "Because if I had to say anything, it'd be that those women were your doubles and the men might almost be mine."
Penelope closed her eyes at that, they were doubles, each one of them, or well they were when she was blonde. Each woman was a curvy, blonde haired, browned eyed, 30 something, just like Penelope almost was, with her wig on she fit the bill to the exact. She exhaled shakily and opened her hairs to peer into Derek's eyes.
"I'm scared." She admitted, but she knew he knew it was over the case; she had to change that, "not over this, well it is, but not me being baited, well that comes into it, but..." She groaned she was just running circles now, so she took a moment.
"Just breathe; it's never this hard to talk to me." Derek soothed her.
"Us, Derek, this is pushing it, we're going to have to be so intimate and kissing is going to have to occur and well, it's pushing a lot of boundaries and it's going to change us."
"For the better." He told her and then leant down and kissed her, his hand running up into her hair, tilting her head to the right angle to deepen the kiss. Penelope felt her mind explode some at the tender power that was exerted and then Derek began to pull away. "I'll go get our rings, Mrs Morgan."
He told her and then backed out of the room and left her with tingling lips and a wink.
She sunk into her chair exasperated, this served her well and truly right for falling in love with her best friend.