Author's Note: Hello again! Thank you all for your kind reviews. You really provide the fuel for me to keep writing.

I loved your comments in Spencer's defense! I can tell how much you love him.

So, yeah, in my story, Spencer still has a bad aim. And he never bothered to learn Spanish because of a personal antipathy, which I'll elaborate on further down the line.

I hope you enjoy Chapter 4!

Chapter 4

"Penelope, you have got to stop!" sighed J.J. She delicately wiped the edges of her mouth with a napkin and then took another sip of her hot chocolate. "Just talk to Morgan."

"No, I will not," responded the blonde technical analyst, her lips set stubbornly. Behind dark-rimmed glasses, her big, beautiful eyes were bright with unshed tears. She stuffed the last of her comfort brownie into her mouth and mumbled, "I'm hurt, J.J. This is me being hurt."

"No, this is you being petty! There could be a million reasons why he went to Miranda and not to you." J.J. was already tired of this conversation. She wanted to call Will during her lunch break to ask if Henry's fever had gone down. But she was being supportive. Penelope had been upset ever since this morning when she learned that Morgan was working on something "personal" with the technical analyst from the Missing Persons Unit. So J.J. invited Penelope on a lunch date.

"Oh, yeah? Name one," challenged Penelope.

J.J. giggled and said, "Maybe he wants to ask her out."

"Ew, she's like fifty," said Penelope making a grossed-out face.

"You know what Morgan says about cougars," laughed J.J.

Penelope pouted, "Very funny. Just admit it –he doesn't trust me."

"Okay, let me just stop you right there. You know that he trusts you with his life. Nothing has changed between you two. He must have a very good reason for not wanting to involve you in whatever this is, we just don't know it. And we will never know it, unless you TALK TO HIM."

"What if he tells me to mind my own business?"

"Then you tell him you'll just hack into Miranda's computer and find out."

"I totally could do that," smiled Penelope for the first time today.

"Okay, then it's settled." J.J. put on her coat, scarf, and leather gloves and asked, "You ready, Pen? It's nasty cold today."

"Yeah, I'm ready," said Penelope.

They hurriedly walked around the block to the Metro station with the bleak winter wind blowing against their face. The ride back to Quantico was silent as Penelope thought about what she would say to Derek.

But when they arrived at Quantico, she had not expected to run into him right when the elevator doors opened. She was absolutely tongue tied. Afterwards, she couldn't remember what she said, but she must have delivered her practiced message because he responded.

"Look, Baby Girl," sighed Morgan. "I know we tell each other everything, but this is different. It's not my secret to tell. And I know that it would be a breeze for you to get the information on your own, but I'm asking you, as my best friend, to just leave it alone." His sexy voice rang in her ears and his sincere expression made her feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Fine," she finally caved in.

"That's my girl," he smiled and gave her one of his bear hugs. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled nonchalantly. "Derek Morgan, you are infuriating!"

"I am, aren't I?" he flirted. "But that's how you like me."

She watched him walk towards the bull pen. Her smile faded as she realized how he had just handled her. Again.

"Penelope Garcia, you always do this," she whispered.

All it took was one of his smiles to melt her resolve, or one word in that velvety tone to disarm her, or one touch to drive her insane. "Not this time," she said.

She rushed to her lab and shut the door. "Derek, I'm going to find you out."

She logged into the FBI database and unlocked forbidden doors in cyber space to the desired information. So it was just a simple cell phone track. I could have done that, she thought. The number belonged to… Dr. Spencer Reid. And the signal had died at a very remote region in Peru.