A/N: Hey all! It has been forever! Long story short is that someone went into my office and stole my laptop from out of my bag, which was located underneath my desk. I lost absolutely everything, from my stories, to all my artwork, to my important data and research from my entire semester of national cross-institutional research that I had been doing about campus rape and sexual assault. This all happened on the last day of the last week of classes. I had to make a big presentation of my findings on that Monday, which gave me two days and some odd hours to work on that, create a new literature with all new materials, read the new materials (as well). This does not include my psychological developmental theory papers and finals. Graduate school is hard on its own, without someone jacking off my life source. It kind of blew my muse. However, here is this! And I am happy to say that it is longer than the most recent chapters have been, and I think that it is a pretty good one. I am not going to make any promises about updates, please don't constantly pester me.

With that being said, enjoy this. And also, I have been playing with a one-shot plot bunny in my head of Hermione/Morgan (obviously not attached to this story). What do you think?

PS. I really dislike Kevin.

The cool and crisp fall air wafted the scent of freshly trimmed grass and popcorn through the air. The mall was filled to bursting with a multitude of people that spanned races, age, socioeconomic statuses, and backgrounds. Kevin made his way through the crowd trying to catch a glimpse of Penelope once again. He had spied her here and was intrigued. She was wearing dark-wash jeans, a black and white polka dotted shirt with a cream coloured relatively see-through jacket over it. Her shoes were an outrageous teal colour that matched the three-strand of beads that hung from around her neck, however he could not deny that the outfit was simply just not Garcia like. It was tame, it was not loud, and overall it was largely more tasteful than what she usually wore. Thus, he was on a mission to find her, and examine- did he miss something about her outfit that screamed out for attention?

Desperately swooping around the last corner of stalls at the National Book Festival Kevin stopped short. Penelope was standing with one arm around a man's shoulders and the other arm bent and pressed to her own back with her fingers interlocked with his. Another hand was around her waist, presumably the man's. Kevin's blood boiled, whether or not they were still together, Penelope was his girl and that was something that everyone in their social circle knew and accepted. She even accepted it, or so he thought. Feeling the strength of anger flood him, Kevin pushed up the sleeves of his wrinkled and ink-stained button down and went to stride forward. A group of students passed in between the antagonist and his quarry and Kevin found himself once again loosing them to the crowd.

Penelope was humming merrily as she stepped out of the elevator. Today was the first day back from her magical week and a half vacation with Harry. Though he had still not explained his disappearing act, Penelope wasn't frightened by the mysteriousness of his trick. The ability to disappear, or whatever he did, was just another part of Harry. On her way into the office, Penelope her Black Adonis, and the rest of her team, their morning coffee she had decided to surprise them with. Speaking of her Black Adonis, he was just at the glass doors and was waiting with a smile for her.

"Someone looks exceedingly happy today." Penelope winked at him.

"It is always a great day to begin it with you, hot stuff." Derek smile widened at her words and he followed Penelope as she dropped off coffees on the respective desks of her teammates. In a smooth, if not practiced, motion she also pressed two coffees into the hands of Rossi as he passed by on his way through the bullpen and up to Hotch's office. Penelope shot Derek a final wink and a firm rear-end pat before heading down to her den to begin her day's work.

Prentiss and Morgan exchanged a look of amusement. Prentiss had been visiting for a week so far, and had another week to go before heading back to England. Though her trip had been a surprise, Prentiss had been surprised to find that Garcia had not alerted the team when Prentiss had purchased the impromptu tickets. When the team had informed her that Garcia had finally taken a much needed and longed for vacation, Prentiss had been simply, shocked.

"She seems really,"

"Happy." Morgan finished Prentiss' statement before they were nearly barreled over by a frantic looking Kevin.

"Have you seen Penelope?" His clothes looked more unkempt than usual, his hair was as though something- maybe a rat- had died in it, and the smell was just awful.

"Ya, man. But more importantly what happened to you?" Morgan looked at the other man as though he had grown another head. Prentiss was using all of her will not to pinch her nose against the stench.

"When was the last time you showered, Kevin?" She asked, not unkindly.

"Penelope." Kevin's eyes were feverish. "She's with someone new. Someone. I don't know who- but I saw them."

"Woah, woah there. Garcia is seeing someone?" Morgan put his hands up in order to slow the frazzled tech genius.

"I saw them." Kevin rounded on Morgan, and entered into the man's personal space. "They were at the National Book Festival. He was all over her Morgan. He was trying to possess her. She didn't like it."

"She seems fine now." Prentiss stepped in and put her hands on Kevin's shoulders, if only to get him out of Morgan's face. "I'm sure that there's some logical explanation for this. And, I doubt that Garcia would let herself be in a relationship that she wasn't happy with."

"Why don't you go home for the day." The speaker was Hotch, he and Rossi had come up from behind the trio to listen to the conversation. "I'll speak with your supervisor, you do not look well at all." He paused and Rossi took over.

"And you definitely need a change of clothes, and a shower."

Kevin looked down at himself as if only seeing or realizing his appearance for the first time. "Oh, my." He grabbed his shirt lightly and pulled it outwards, incidentally sending his own scent up through the opening of the shirt and into his mouth and nose. Kevin gagged slightly. "I think I will do that, thank you SSA Hotchner."

Hotch nodded and the four watched Kevin leave just as frantically out through the glass doors and to the elevator.

"That man is messed." Morgan said watching the retreating figure.

"That is an understatement." Rossi concluded before the group rounded on each other. That was how doctors Reid and Blake found them, having been in the kitchen.

"What's all the commotion?" Blake asked before spying the coffee on her desk. She went and grabbed the coffee and held it up to her face, ready to use it to mask her expressions at will, as was her personality. Reid, on the other hand spotted his coffee and let out a small noise of joy, it was from one of his favourite coffee houses, and Garcia- it must have been her- knew that. He grabbed his cup and joined the team in their circle.

"It seems that Garcia has found herself a new boyfriend." Spencer coughed into his coffee after taking a long drag on the delicious liquid.

"I take it you knew?" Rossi pinned a steely eye on the young doctor.

"I may have seen them around once, or twice." Reid looked down at his cup in slight apprehension, "or maybe more times than that."

"And you never told us?" Morgan's tone was incredulous.

"It wasn't my secret to tell!" Reid said in his defense, sounding largely more like a child than like a world-renowned genius.

"Enough." Hotch commanded, though nothing could hide the small smile that adorned their leader's face. "We all have work to do, leave personal business to personal time."

The group grumbled, but separated nonetheless. This did not stop Morgan from cornering Reid by the water bubbler at the first chance he got.

"Spill."

Spencer looked nervously up at his friend. On the one hand, he was betraying Garcia's unknowing trust, on the other hand, it had been absolutely killing him not talking about this relationship.

"They go to this art and hip person party that is held at the National Gallery of Art every Thursday night when we don't have a case. Mostly it's for singles, but they seem to enjoy it."

"And you know this how?" Morgan crossed his arms impatiently.

"I've frequented this get together, from time to time. I've also seen them in other places."

Morgan felt frustration brewing inside of him and ran his fingers over his scalp. "How long has this been going on?"

Reid shrugged, "At least a few months."

Morgan made a noise voicing his feelings. "Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Maybe because she wants something of her own, that she doesn't have to share with the team." It was JJ and Morgan glared at her.

"But we're more than just a team, I'm her Adonis. She's my Baby Girl."

"And even your Baby Girl needs something that is all together separate and different from the FBI. Somewhere and somewhere with whom she doesn't have to think, or isn't reminded of her job every two seconds." The look that JJ was giving him was firm, and Morgan felt some shame.

His pride had been hurt, yes. And, he didn't tell Garcia about every steamy night he had. However, if this relationship had been going on for months? His feelings were also hurt, he though that she had placed more trust in him.

"Do you think that she ever intends to tell us?" There was raw emotion in his voice and Morgan winced at. Letting that much hang out was never, ever good.

JJ's face softened, "I know that she will tell us. But, for now she needs this safe space. Let her have it." With that she was gone. Morgan and Reid were left standing, trying not to look at one another.

"So." Reid began.

"Thursday night, are you sure?" Morgan asked locking eyes with the taller man.

"Absolutely." Reid nodded, looking slightly affronted at the doubt that Morgan had just displayed in Reid's facts.

Morgan grinned. "Well, then. Get your singles clothes out Reid, I believe that we're going to a mixer Thursday night. I'm in the mood for some art."

Oh, this was never going to be good. Reid thought watching Morgan's retreating back.

Tuesday found Harry in Penelope's bed, tracing his fingers in swirling patterns across her bare back. He placed an open mouth kiss on her shoulder. It had been a while since their fight, and a while since his declaration. He wasn't going to try anything like that again soon, however he made sure that Penelope knew that she was always on his mind. Mostly it was through small romantic gestures, flowers, a small love note tucked into her daily planner, a new series of extravagant pens. He never, however, let it become over bearing, and he never did it enough that the gestures ever became too normal and commonplace.

Penelope looked up at him. "Why would you choose me? I'm not exactly gorgeous." She held a finger to his lips with a tisking noise, "I am not a hundred and twenty pounds Mister Potter. I am being a realist here."

Harry shook his head, "Truly, and I am being completely sincere. Weight doesn't perturb me much. I'll have you know that some of the most beautiful paintings in the world are of larger women, because before this wretched time of television and shallowness, a slightly plumper girl was the way to achieve real beauty. As an artist I stand by that." He grasped onto her sides and pulled her flush against him, Penelope could not deny that physical sign of his attraction to her, "I would much rather draw a million paintings of you nude, than any other woman. They are so pointy and bony; I often have to sketch their ribs, because they think it is beautiful. You, my dear, are buxom and beautiful, and I would not ask you to loose any weight, that you yourself would not want to loose first."

"So, if I were to loose weight, you would be happier?"

Harry laughed and tapped her on the nose, "Stop looking for arguments and attention. I said I would support you in your want. Your body is your body. I will always find it attractive. I would be hard pressed not to with your personality. Your love of life in tangible." He placed a sensual kiss on her mouth that let her panting and wanting for more, "That is more than enough attraction factor for me. All your perfect curves at just icing on the cake."

They kissed again and again. Before they became too heated Harry checked, "I just wanted to make sure that we're going to the mixer on Thursday, right? I told the Weissklein's that we would be there."

Penelope nodded, "Of course we will be, now come here." Harry nodded all the way until their lips met and his hand slid across her body. She was his, and he was about to show her just how his she was. Penelope gasped and Harry grinned, his sexy minx indeed.

Short, but definitely sweet and it gets the plot moving. As you have read at the beginning, there was a reason to my long absence. I will try to update more constantly, but again don't pressure me.

I hope that you enjoyed this! Please review to keep me going and motivated!

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