A/N: He'd to find out eventually! LOL But with every bad thing there usually's most times some silver lining...

It were moments like this where Penelope wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Looking at her best friend - standing in her living room carrying what looked like take-out for dinner and smiling at her, thinking God knows what right now - she knew there was no way out. No way to ignore him and certainly no way in him not asking. Although she really wished he might not.

She got rid of her headset right away, and they stood in her living room saying nothing for a couple of minutes. Just her awkwardly looking anywhere else but at him, and him being focused only on her.

From all the things he thought he'd never see, what he just witnessed was certainly on top of that list. He of course kept the option open that there was a perfectly normal explanation to this as well. Although for whatever reason he hoped there wouldn't be. The thought that his best friend was leading this sort of double life and didn't tell him maybe saddened him a bit, but it also was damn hot. And maybe the hot factor won over the sad one. Hands down. For a moment he couldn't help but let his mind drift off to places it surely shouldn't have gone to, to places it went years ago already. When he heard her saying all these things he couldn't help but picture her, in his bed, underneath him, writhing in pleasure and moaning in joy just the exact same things over and over until he would bring her release. He couldn't help but imagine how perfect they would be together, how perfect the moment would be when – or if – they should ever pass that last threshold in their relationship.

"I … can explain," he heard her saying and she didn't sound entirely sure how she would explain this.

There was a part of Morgan's brain that didn't want her to explain, afraid there actually might have been a logical explanation. A part afraid that an explanation would take away all these wonderful - and also very inappropriate – images of Penelope.

It took him a moment to focus on Penelope again, focus on their current situation. He smiled at her, saw her looking at him hesitantly and warily, like she was trying to figure out what to do next.

"I can hardly wait for that explanation, Baby Girl," he smiled at her, before shrugging of his jacket and making his way to the couch, getting comfortable.

"I ran into trouble," she started, sitting down next to him.

"I'd say so, Baby Girl. I mean… don't get me wrong, it isn't like I personally would have any issues knowing you have a second job and that includes giving guys a very good time with a very happy ending without actually doing much, but … I somehow never thought that'd be something for you…."

"I needed some money fast, and with my job for the BAU and our hours there was no way I could have managed to get a normal, regular second job. I never intended on doing… this," she said, the end almost whispering. That was a fact that amused Morgan slightly. After what he had just witnessed he had assumed she shouldn't be ashamed of what she did, if anything she should burst with sexual pride.

"You know you can always come to me, baby, don't you? I mean… if you needed money I certainly could have helped you out."

"I know," she nodded, but truth was she didn't want to ask, didn't want to feel like some kind of a burden.

There was a short silence before Morgan decided on breaking it.

"So… a Sex Hotline, huh?" he asked with a grin, before continuing. "Ol' lynch not giving you enough adventure?"

"This has nothing to do with Kevin," she answered quickly.

"How does he like the idea anyway? That his girlfriend has a rather interesting second job? Must thrill him," Morgan was sarcastic.

"That's none of his business," Penelope answered defensive.

"He doesn't know?" Morgan asked surprised, turning towards his best friend.

"No, since… we are no longer dating," she declared to him, which surprised him even more. She hadn't even mentioned anything. "Since a week or two, if you want to know…"

"Is this some sort of… therapy? Because… I might know something better," he suggested, his wicked smile returning.

Penelope decided to punch him playfully. Sometimes he really was awful.

"No, it's not because of that…It really is just for the money. And when I have what I need… I swear I'll be resigning first thing I see my bank account."

"Not enjoying your second job then?" Morgan asked with a grin. For whatever reason, the more he asked and got answers, the more pictures of Penelope flooded his mind.

"I make my money by getting guys off via the phone."

"So? Most long distance relationships are probably based on this. That as well as video chats," Morgan grinned at her, at which she just slapped him playfully.

"Maybe, but in a long distance relationship you usually know each other on some personal level. The guys that call me at night – well, on the nights I decide I do it anyways – don't know me and I don't know them. I feel stupid saying things like 'This feels so good' and moaning down the receiver without even seeing someone."

Morgan just shrugged at that. "Maybe just think about someone you do know then. Think about someone you want being at the other end of that phone."

"That won't help," Penelope declared. "I mean, I … love that you want to help me, but… I would never say things like that. Even to someone I know and want."

"And what exactly do you say to me on a daily basis?" Morgan asked, seeing her looking at him surprised.

"What?" she asked at first. "When exactly have I ever said thing like 'Oh, yes, please, never stop, you are sooooo good, yes'?"

"Hmm,.."Morgan said for a moment, looking as if he needed to think. "You might not have said them to me as such, but it comes pretty close to the things you moan at night in my dreams."

At that Penelope punched him again playfully. "I hope you do me justice at least…"

"Always," her best friend grinned at her, before continuing. "Okay, listen baby, all you need is… practice. Like anything else. The more you use these things and say them the more normal they will seem…"

"And how exactly shall I practice them? By talking to my image in the mirror?" Penelope asked sarcastically and for a moment he stared at her.

"Use me then. I volunteer and I'll coach you" Morgan all of a sudden announced, making Penelope look at him in absolute shock.