The Real Thing
Chapter Four
Just friends. Those two words pissed Derek Morgan the hell off. His baby girl was trying to run from what they had. Again. She was so damn hard headed he didn't know what to do with her.
Why couldn't she see how freaking good they would be together? Didn't she have strong, undeniable, unshakeable feelings for him like he had for her?
As he worked his case, which was in Philadephia this time, he kept hearing her words in his head over and over. Just friends. One night. When he spoke to her on the phone his voice was clipped "Garcia, did you find anything yet?"
"Even the Oracle of All Knowing can't make something out of nothing. I'm doing my best to see if there is any link between the victims that you all can use.
"Do better," he told her and hung up.
Hotch gave him a sharp look.
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Penelope hated how tense Derek was now. How he kept snapping at her as they worked their latest case. She took that as proof they messed up badly by going on a date together.
The night was a lot of fun, though, until the last few minutes. Then she got some kisses that would forever be scorched onto her skin and into her brain and she also ticked him off badly by suggesting they have a quick fuck and call it a day.
It was just her way to protect herself from expecting too much from him.
Now she wondered if she should just tell him that anything more than friends was too risky for them. They had just gotten to a good place again after two years of heart ache. She didn't want to sink back into the murky place where they were barely friends and it felt like he didn't love her anymore.
Maybe it was too late though. Those kisses changed something. She was still on fire from them and it was fifteen hours later. Her head was filled with so many thoughts of him. Of what it felt like to have his hands on her hips and his hard length against her thigh. Of how angry his kiss started and how it morphed into something sweet, gentle and loving.
She wanted another kiss from him. But fear was making her be bitchy to him instead of flirty. It felt like they were farther apart than ever now.
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Every day after that made it worse. They snipped at each other on the phone so much that Penelope started calling Emily instead of Derek with her information. When she was on speaker phone to the whole group they got into a short arguement. Hotch told them to get their minds on the case because lives were on the line.
After that they kept it professional but there was a simmering anger between them. She was mad that he was being cold to her. He was mad that she wouldn't call him any of her adorable nicknames, flirt, and promise a welcome home he'd never forget. They both wanted to get back to what they had the week before but there was no forgetting their date.
For better or worse the train continued to roll on. The only question was if either of them were about to get ran over this time.
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Derek strolled back into work when the case was over with a tense expession on his face. He wanted to find Penelope and have it out with her. He was still fuming mad about her offer of no-strings sex.
Hadn't he shown her over the years that he loved her? He told her it once. He was always there for her. He was jealous of her and Lynch. He nearly jumped for joy when they broke up and started flirting with her again right away. He shared secrets with her that no one else knew and he cried with her before. He would do anything for her.
But be her one night stand.
It insulted him, them, and all they had grown to be over the years. He was going to tell her that and tell her that he wanted much more than one night with her. That he couldn't imagine how she could suggest that bullshit and on their first date too. The date she was supposed to remember forever as being perfect.
He should have just kissed her at her door and went home. Then they wouldn't be in this mess. Her sexy silk clad body, in that dress made for sin, had lured him inside and his need to hold her had made him weak in his body and mind. He was a sucker for his baby girl. But she made him feel like her idiot sometimes- instead of her sauve, sexy, hero.
When Derek found her office empty he shook his head in disgust. Yep, she was running from him for sure. Well he wasn't about to let her get away with it this time.
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He headed straight for her apartment, used his key and went inside. After a few hours he called her phone and hissed "Where are you, Garcia?"
Worriedly, she asked "Where are you? Didn't the team get in hours ago?"
"Yeah. I'm at your place. Do you think you can hide from me forever? Its the middle of the night! Why aren't you here?"
She giggled softly.
He groaned in a deep and throaty tone. "Woman, do not start with me tonight. Where are you? I'm coming to get you right now."
"I'm sitting at your house. I picked up Clooney from the kennel and brought him home for you. I made you some dinner but its cold now."
Derek immediately relaxed. He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a short breath. "Stay there. I'm on my way....and baby girl?"
"Yeah?"
"You better be there when I get home."