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Chapter four

Dinner fun Part one

Opening the passenger door, Derek took her hand in his helping her step up and into the vehicle, fingers holding on a little longer than needed before slipping away, after a quick squeeze. Their eyes locked in a short heated few minutes neither caring that time seemed to slip by.

Clearing her throat, Penelope tried to gain some levity, "Uh hot stuff you're drooling again."

He grinned cheekily at her, a wink tossed in, "Only for you sweetness," he countered, closing the door and jogging over to the drivers side.

"So where are you taking me?" she asked, straitening her blouse not paying attention to the man sitting next to her as she reached for the seat belt. She felt a warm strong hand reach over and cover hers. Gently tugging the malleable plastic cloth from her grasp and pulling it across her body, finger tips brushing cloth covered shin sending jolts of electricity down her body.

Unconsciously Penelope raised her eyes, to lock with his, as the metal slipped into the catch. No man had ever done something so simple, yet so sweet as he just did for her, not even Kevin had thought about her safety only his own.

"You uh didn't have to do that Derek I'm very capable of buckling my own seat belt," she exclaimed, feeling his fingers still resting beside her hip.

"A Goddess deserves to be pampered," he provided, those same warm teasing fingers inching over her heated cotton covered skin.

She thanked God that the cab was in semi darkness that he couldn't see the blush heating her cheeks or the lust that filled her eyes at his words. "Thank you," she managed to choke out, braking eye contact to look out the window hyper aware that he hadn't moved his fingers just, yet. "Shouldn't we be on our way?" she asked finally eyes coming back to rest in the dark swirling pools of melted chocolate.

"Of course," he answered a lust filled smile tossed her way, before turning to face the road and start the engine.

The first ten minutes they stayed in silence. Penelope, unsure of what game Derek was playing at he'd never gone to this extreme, before well that she knew of anyway. Granted he never provided details of his dates to her, but something, a small voice in the back of her heart told her that he'd never pulled out every tick in his little black bag. What if, she shook her head, thinking she was feeling things he'd never, not for her away. They were friends after all.

Stopping at the first light, Derek took that second to glance over at Penelope. He wasn't sure why, but tonight felt different. He didn't want just a friendly dinner, between to comrades like old times. Nope he wanted more this time, he wanted the woman currently sitting next to him deep in her own thoughts, in his arms and his bed. But could he pull off the biggest and most complicated plan of his life? Did she still even want him? He'd thought so two years ago just before she'd been shot, he'd asked her out on a date wanting, no needing to have her as his. But that plan failed miserable and ended with Penelope shot and then in the arms of Kevin "geeky" Lynch". Who in Derek's eyes never treated his baby girl right in the first place and now it was his turn. He just hoped she wouldn't hold that one slight transgression against him. When he told her, he'd missed her, he wasn't lying. The last six months had been hell at best, at worst well he didn't want to think about that. He had her back in one way for now, but with any luck that would change.

"So you never did answer me, where you taking me?" Penelope asked again, eyes sliding towards the devilishly handsome man sitting in the drives seat.

"You'll like it don't worry, your pretty little head about that one baby girl," he replied a teasing wink thrown her way.

Crossing her arms, "You know I hate surprises hot stuff," she huffed.

"Cool your ire woman, it's nothing bad," he admonished gentling resting his right hand on her knee.

Warmth spread through her body at the simplest touch and again she found herself comparing apples to oranges, Derek to Kevin. But really she shouldn't, Kevin never had been this attentive to her ever. Sure the occasional turn the breaker switch and wait in her apartment to scare the crap out of her, but never anything as simple as a hand on her knee. Gestures that would've been very welcome, but never came.

Embolden by the fact that she hadn't pried his fingers from her body, Derek just let them rest there taking pleasure in the uncomplicated gesture.

He cleared his throat waiting to ask the question before the ambience dissipated, "Humm Pen can I ask you something?"

She'd never heard him sound so nervous in all the time they'd known each other, "Of course handsome you can ask me anything, but within reason."

"Oh shucks," he winked and snapped the fingers of the hand on her knee, before turning slightly serious, "You and Lynch…"

"Are ancient history as far as I'm concerned," Penelope answered the unspoken question.

"Why?"

Surprise bubbled up in her chest, she'd thought he'd be glad she'd gotten rid of him, "Let's just say Kevin wanted things to go in a direction I wasn't ready to head in, not with him anyway. What about you and Tamara?" she countered, feeling they need to clear the air.

"Same pretty much," he answered giving her knee a gentle squeeze, "you were right Penelope. She just wanted someone to lean on in her time of grief. Once her brother was buried and her life started to get back to normal, she hu…"

"What handsome?" she asked, worry seeping into her voice.

Eyes firmly on the road ahead of him, he answered in a soft voice, "She kinda told me that she didn't need me anymore that while it'd been nice to have someone to lean on, she didn't see anything beyond that for us."

"Oh baby," Penelope said, sadness filling her voice at his words. Without hesitation she reached over and placed a warm hand to his cheek smoothing a finger down the side of his warm skin. The itch to hug him and never let go stole over her. She knew damn well she could never protect him from everything, but this, she felt partially responsible for, she'd told him it wouldn't work and he'd tried to prove her wrong.

He took her hand in his, using the one from her knee, and brought the warm palm over his lips placing a kiss to the center, feeling her shiver. His voice just a fraction huskier when he answered, "It's all right Goddess I got over the shock of her words pretty quickly. Something in the back of my mind told me it wasn't right in the first place. She wasn't the one I wanted to begin with." He chanced a glance towards her seeing her eyes locked on the hand currently held within his.

"Then hu," she cleaned her throat, filling the tightness ready to choke her, "then who would that be?"

But she received no answer as he pulled up the parking lot of their favorite diner, light spilling from the large windows, a small coward gathered inside. It my not have been the intimate place he would've loved to take her to, but it was special to them.

Quickly he let her hand slip from his grasp and got out, jogging once more to her side, pulling the door open and holding his hand out for her to take.

"You know handsome a girl could get use to this," she stated giving her hand to him.

"That's my plan Goddess," he answered tugging her down and out of the SUV and into his warm embrace.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, anger towards his past transgressions long forgotten and forgiven with his short explanation. She didn't need anything more, but that didn't mean she wouldn't make him work for it. Without much thought she rested her head on his chest hearing the soft beat of his heart, smelling the warm spicy scent of his body. She could so easily get lost in this man.

"You ready to go inside?" he asked, breath ghosting over her neck as he spoke into her ear.

She nodded, but didn't pull away, "I'm sorry for not being there for you Derek."

This time Derek pulled back first, hands going to her shoulders holding her only a few inches from him, eyes boring deeply into hers, "You my gorgeous baby girl have nothing to be sorry for. I could've came to you, but chose to handle things on my own. I knew you were mad that I disregarded your advice something I'll be apologizing for, for a long time to come, but don't blame yourself. Got it hard head," he answered tweaking her nose a stunning smile gracing his lips.

"I know, but," she began only to have Derek place a finger over her lips.

"No buts woman now hush and come on," he retorted, taking his finger away to grasp her hand and tug her along.

Their usual booth was unoccupied, so he slowly walked them over, letting her slip inside on one side, before sitting across from her.

"What can I get for ya," a deep male voice asked.

Penelope looked up into a deepest green eyes, she'd ever seen a slight teasing smile lit her features. She wanted to test the waters just a bit and Ryan would be perfect choice to help do just that, "How's like treatin' ya Ry?"

"Good Pen. It's been a long time, where've you been hiding your sexy self?" he asked keeping his attention on her.

"Oh you know here there and every where really," she answered flippantly aware that Derek was watching them closely.

"Still," he began resting a hand on her shoulder, "you should've came to see me, I've missed you girl," he retorted.

A deep growl began to bubble up in his chest, when Ryan, who he knew had a crush on Penelope, put a hand on her shoulder. She was his woman, well not technically, yet but that was semantically after all.

Penelope heard the noise, but did nothing to turn away from Ryan, he'd played women in front of her for, so long and pay back was a bitch after all. Embolden she took the hand from her shoulder and held it between hers, "It hasn't been the same hu?"

Ryan shook his head, black hair flying around his handsome face. Standing at 5'10 muscles bound hunk, who happened to have a girlfriend, which Penelope of course knew about, because even when Ryan hadn't been at the diner she had come in and talked to Kelly. Penelope also knew she was playing with fire, but couldn't help the vixen coming out in her.

"Well," she let his hand go watching him blush slightly, before getting his pad of paper ready to take their order, "it's good to see you sugar and tell Kelly I said hi."

"Will do Pen," he answered a deep smile tugging at his lips.

Derek felt like a jealous fool, one that had been well played and for him that meant game on.

"So I'll have a cheese burger and fries, oh and a chocolate shake whip cream and a cherry on top please," she stated folding her hands in front of her.

Derek cleared his throat, "The same except make mine a vanilla shake."

Penelope cocked an eye brow, but said nothing, until Ryan had left to get their order started. "Vanilla hu?"

"Wanted something a little different this time," he teased eyes raking over her body.

"Different hu," she stated twisting the napkin in her hand around.

"So about this calendar," he began wanting to switch gears, "who's all involved?"

"Well Hotch, Rossi and Reid all said yes, then Kate has a few boys from the local Leo's and fire department, as well as two CIA agents which blew my mind."

"Who's she still got to film?" he asked casually, though Emily's words were working through his mind at the time. He didn't want any other muscle bound man to come in and sweep his woman away.

"Just the BAU," she answered moving back to allow the food to be placed in front of her. "We're the last hold out. She told me, she wanted you men that is, cause you'll are super heroes just like the rest and well the calendar isn't called, "Hunky Hero's of Quantico" for nothing."

"Catchy title," he commented, watching her dip a finger into her milk shake, his body tightening with the scene in front of him.

A devilish grin appeared, before her finger disappeared inside her mouth. Her tongue swirling around grabbing every last drop of sweet home made whipped cream she could. Eyes still firmly locked with Derek's as a deep moan was dragged from her lips.

"Dear me that's better than sex," she stated gleefully.

Derek damn near choked on his French fry, "Now that's not fair mama," he began wishing it was his fingers between those plump ruby lips. "Just cause you've had a few dud's that couldn't perform their way out of a paper bag doesn't mean you have to lump us all together. I mean seriously I can think of better ways to use that whip cream than just on top of a milk shake."

Arching an eyebrow, "Oh really now," she challenged dipping her fingers back into the white fluffy substance, "humm I don't know hot stuff these is pretty good. You should try some."

Without much thought his hand shoot across the table, grabbing her wrist, holding her in place as he leaned forward tugging her hand closer to his waiting mouth. Shock marred her features, when Derek's tongue came out and took the first long slow swipe of her fingers from base to tip, before inclosing his warm lips around them sucking deeply.

He hummed around the small digits, "Humm now I can't disagree with you there baby girl, it sure does taste good," he said after popping her fingers free of his mouth, one last long lick before pulling back, resuming his position. He looked up and a chuckle escaped his lips at the sight of Penelope Garcia speechless mouth hanging open in the shape of a prefect O. "Close that lovely mouth of your baby girl unless you intend to use it."

And she did, but not before regaining her facility's enough to say, "Oh sugar you wish I'd put it to good use on you don't you. But that will just be a dream that'll keep you up late at night."

His eyes damn near came out of their sockets, but recovered enough to shot back, "Baby girl you have no idea what I dream about."

"And I don't want to know your naughty gorgeous man you," she returned her fingers glancing the top of his hand that was stretched out across the table.