A/N: I myself am luckly enough to be spared from really bad migraines, but I have a friend who has them really really really bad and she actually, as weird as it sounds, really works with what Derek does for Penelope concering food in this chapter. So it isn't entirely made up. But I guess it is not universal either. LOL


Penelope rested her head in Morgan's soft, plush, cool cushions, hoping the coldness of them would sooth her horrible migraine a bit at least. She must have drifted off to sleep a few moments later since she woke up quickly when something cold was placed on her forehead.

Opening her eyes she saw Morgan, laying on the bed, next to her, holding an icy gel-cushion against her forehead and brushing strands of hair out of her face. His fingers stroked softly over her cheek.

She also saw a plate resting on the nightstand. With plenty of fruits piled on it. Melons, and pineapple, strawberries and other things, smiling about the fact that Morgan once more knew her better than anyone else. Few people knew that it sometimes helped to eat plenty of fruit. And only Morgan knew that on some occasions it was the exact opposite and junk food would make it better. She wouldn't be too surprised if he had a bag of greasy takeout food somewhere in the kitchen.

He noticed her stare, turned his head around and saw what she had been looking at, taking the plate in his hands and resting it in his lap. Taking a slice of melon, he held it up to her, waiting for her to take a bite.

Penelope just rolled her eyes at him. He was like that again. 'Taking-care-of-her'-mode, where she wasn't allowed to do anything on her own.

"Seriously, Hot Stuff, you don't have to do this. I'm okay."

"You're right. I don't have to, but I want to do this, so give it a rest," he corrected her within seconds.

"But it is Friday. Shouldn't you be out and free, go on dates, meet skinny girls and find the next warm body for the night?" she asked, giggling at the last part. It was something like a running gag by now between her and Morgan, her making fun of his nightly 'adventures'.

"What do you think is more important to me? Taking care of by best friend or chasing some random chick, whose name I will have forgotten the next day already anyway?" he asked her at which she didn't answer. "And concerning that warm body," he continued, smiling down on her. "I think I have that covered," he laughed, patting her leg soundly and laughing even more when he saw her mock shocked expression.

"If I stay here, I will not take the bed," she announced, making him look curious at her. "I'll take the spare one." With that she started their general arguing about who stays where. It was strange, but whenever she stayed over at his place, he would flat out refuse to let her sleep anyplace else than his bed. What was the spare bedroom useful for when he always made her stay in his bed?

"What kind of host would I be if I would get you set up someplace else?" Morgan protested, seeing her rising slowly.

She turned towards him, looking at him for a moment. "So hypothetically … when I would stay here, where would you end up? The spare room?" she asked, knowing the answer fully well herself. After all they had been through this several million times throughout the years. This wasn't hypothetical anymore.

"I don't think so. That bed is not made for me," he laughed, referring to the size. "The couch will be my best friend for the next two days," he informed her, making her looked shocked at him.

"There is no way that I will let you sleep on the couch. I mean … this is your place. You should be able to sleep in your own bed and not be moved to the couch. I'll take the spare bedroom," Penelope protested, rising further to get out of bed.

She didn't expect Morgan to move that quickly, but all of a sudden she felt being pulled back, his strong hands wrapped softly around her wrist. "Nu-uh," he sing-sang, pulling her further down the bed again. "You stay exactly where you are, sweetheart," he pulled her down until she was laying down again, then moved over her, straddling her, moving his hands with hers above her head, to pin her down.

His head came down, stopping by her ear and for a moment Penelope thought she would pass out. "And if I have to tie you to the damn bedpost, you will stay in this bed," he whispered in her ear and Penelope felt shivers run and down her spine, although not sure why. She was longing to arch into him, and she didn't know why she would want to do that.

His head moved from her ear to face her, having just a few inches in between each other's faces and for a moment they just stared at each other, holding the other one's gaze and the only sound in the room was their breathing.

She felt him come slowly closer and closed her eyes, but all of a sudden he jerked up, rolling off her and releasing her hands, sitting by the edge of the bed all of a sudden.

"You have a TV in here, to keep you from being bored in case your magazines won't do it any longer. And you have your own bathroom, in case your migraine gets worse again and you feel a need to … um … run to the bathroom," Morgan explained with a smile on his lips. Penelope knew it was a sweet gesture, but she also knew that the reason's he gave weren't the main ones. He was just like that. Every time she stayed over he made her stay in his bed and there was no sense to start a discussion about it, she would lose it anyway. Morgan just didn't accept a 'no' when it came to things like that.

"But there is a TV downstairs in the living room and you have two more bathrooms in this house," she tried to argue. "I seriously don't need – "

"Will you just give it a rest, or I really will tie you to the damn bedpost, and just release you by Sunday and only when I think you feel better," he grinned at her and Penelope had to admit that this offer somehow sounded tempting. Being at his mercy and all, while he did god knows what to her.

What the hell was she thinking? She had a relationship, a happy one, thank you very much. No need and reason to think about Derek Morgan and tying her to a bedpost and having his … Okay, she seriously needed to call Kevin once Morgan would decide to release her from this kidnapping. Because one thing was for sure, she so needed to get laid. If she already started fantasizing about her best friend tying her to a bedpost and have his way with her something clearly was wrong with her.