A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you. These reviews made me laugh so much and so hard and loud, you wouldn't know. I want no one dead, or throwing their laptop out of windows, losing their lunches/dinners/breakfast, or – God forbid – coming after me. I needed to bring in girlfriend/boyfriend in order for them to wake up. From now on it only gets better. I promise. Now, we're getting somewhere. Enjoy!



She had it planned so carefully. Wanted to make sure it is perfect. She made sure she got out of work on time, bought all sort of things she would need to cook, and made sure they wouldn't need to leave the bed for the whole weekend, except when they really, really needed to.

She told Kevin to be at her place at 7.00 sharp. It was 6.30. The food was cooking, and she had half an hour to get ready. Enough time to get into something sexy, put on some make-up and style her hair. She wanted to look good tonight. Not just good, actually. She wanted to look mind-blowingly gorgeous. And sexy. And slightly wicked.

The scarlet lipstick matched the deep red, knee length, very low-cut dress. Her blonde curls where neatly pinned up, and the high heels stood next to the door. She would just slip into them a second before she opened the door and blew Kevin Lynch away. Hopefully.

The table was set, the candles were lit, Whitney Houston was singing low in the background, and now all that was missing was her boyfriend.

The clock slowly changed to 7.00. Then 7.10. 7.20. At 7.30, Penelope started wondering whether she'd gotten the date right. One look in her calendar, and she was certain it was the correct date.

'Where the hell is he?' she thought, looking again at the clock on the wall. Then she heard the knock. Rushing to the door and remembering just last minute to put the shows on before opening, she put on her best smile and then opened the door slowly.

"Kevin –"

"I'm sorry, Penny. Just … something came up. But I'm here now," he said, kissing her quickly and walking inside her apartment. While he passed her, Penelope could hear him say 'You look nice' and she turned around to the mirror behind her while closing the door.

Nice. Nice?

She checked herself and wanted to just make sure nothing about her appearance had changed since she left the bathroom over half an hour ago.

One look and she saw everything was still in place. The dress sat on every curve, the way it was supposed to, and the make-up still looked flawless.

Nice?

She let out a little sigh of frustration and followed Kevin into the kitchen, where everything was prepared for their dinner.

"Thank you, Kevin. You look … good," she said, looking at her boyfriend and… actually he looked exactly the same he looked this morning, or yesterday, or even the day before that. Same pants, same shirt. Even the tie was still the same, although it had a - what Penelope would guess as mustard – spot right in the middle of it.

"That's nice, darling. A cozy dinner, just you and me. It looks nice, what's cooking?" he asked, not paying attention to Penelope any longer.

"The lamb," she answered shortly, and found herself wondering why on earth she spent $200 on a dress that didn't even seem to be noticed by her boyfriend.

"So, not that I want to be nosy or anything like that, but … what happened? You just said stuff came up. Is everything alright?" she asked, although she wasn't concerned. After all, he looked okay to her. She just wanted to get an explanation as to why she had to wait over half an hour for him to show up. Today. On any other day, it would probably be just half as bad, but not today. Especially not after she spent half an hour getting ready and another two hours preparing the food.

"Oh, yeah, I'm alright. No worries. Just needed to stop at the game store on my way here and got held up there. They had this tournament going on for – " and there she stopped listening.

He let her wait, not just for anything, but for some stupid tournament for teens of some stupid video game that she could care less about. Did he even know what today was??

"Kevin, do you know what day today is?"

"Um… April, 24th. Why?" he asked innocently.

He did not just give me that as an answer.

"Try again," she said, frustrated.

"Why don't you just tell me, Penny, and we can start eating…"

And, god, how much she hated that name. How much she hated being called Penny. Not even her mother had called her that. It was only Kevin who called her by that name, come to think of it. In the early beginning of their relationship, she had mentioned that she wasn't too happy with that nickname, but he just smiled and called her 'Penny' right away again.

"Never mind," she said finally, putting on her best fake smile and getting the food.

After they had eaten and Kevin didn't make any sort of remark about the dinner, the way she looked or the way they ate, with the candles or the wine, she decided to call it a night, frustrated and mad.

After Kevin left, she got her cell phone and dialed, without thinking or looking at the clock.

"What's up, buttercup," she heard a familiar voice ask, which managed to get her smiling within seconds.

"Why are guys so stupid?" she sighed into the phone, which got her a laugh from the other end.

"Well, because we simply are. Comes with the whole boyfriend experience. If you want a boyfriend, you need to accept that you also will get the whole stupidity when it comes to girls and feelings and stuff like that…"

"Hmm…" was all she could say.

"I'll be at your place in less than ten minutes, have the coffee ready and I will be all yours to moan and complain and yell at for the whole night. How does that sound, Baby Girl?"

"Hot Stuff, you don't have to. Seriously. I'll be fine. Just… needed someone to complain to."

"Well, too late, Goddess. I was on my way out the moment you asked why guys are stupid," he replied, making her smile again. Sometimes he was just so dependable it was painful.

She knew the way from his place to hers pretty well. She also knew how Morgan drove a car. When he said 'ten minutes' it meant 'five', which meant she didn't really have any time to change into something else.

Not even five minutes later, she heard a knock on her door. Instead of walking over to the door and letting Morgan in, she just yelled "use your key".

Just a second later, she heard a key being turned in the lock and the door being opened.

She didn't even need to look up to know that Morgan was standing in her hallway, taking her in and probably also weighing his options.

"What did he do?" she finally heard him asking.

"You know what day today is?" she asked Morgan, not even sure why. He would probably answer this question the same way Kevin did. But then again, Morgan didn't have to know. Not like Kevin should have.

"Yeah, the first anniversary for you and Kevin. Why?" he asked nonchalantly.

That made her lift her head from the back of her couch and look up in surprise.

"How do you know that?" she asked, making some space on the couch for Morgan to sit. God, she was such a bad hostess.

Morgan grinned at her, sitting down and looking at her.

"You started about a year ago talking about Lynch 24/7. Not that I mind. Just something I noticed. I didn't know the exact date, but I knew it was April. Seeing you in that amazing and, by the way, very revealing dress, and the state of your kitchen, I guess today is the day."

"I guess that means he forgot," Morgan stated after there was no response from Penelope.

"How can he forget something you seem to have no problems at all remembering?" she asked.

"Well, it is a proven fact that guys and dates are usually not a well working combination."

"You're a guy," she pouted.

"I'm not your boyfriend," he grinned at her.

"Okay, so maybe he didn't remember it the moment he walked through the door, but he at some point made up for the late realization, right?" Morgan asked carefully.

"He doesn't know. I did ask him whether he knew what today was, but when he couldn't give me a satisfying enough answer, I decided to just… I don't know, be mad and ignore the fact that he had not a clue. And get drunk with the wine he didn't even touch. Apparently – as it turns out - he doesn't drink wine anymore. Doesn't agree with his whole new organic, vegan diet, which he is on since yesterday, and also forgot to inform me about."

"Wait a minute. He did see you in that dress, right?" Morgan asked, pointing towards her. Garcia just nodded, not even bothering to answer.

"I basically bought a $200 dress, spent ages to get ready to look like that, and slaved hours in the kitchen, and he didn't notice anything, " she complained, looking something between mad and distraught.

When Morgan didn't answer or give any sort of response, she looked over at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"I'm just wondering what kind of moron you date."

"Why?" she laughed.

"Well, cupcake, if I had been that boyfriend and you had opened that door for me, there would have been no way on Earth for me to not rip that dress from your body and take you right to bed. Screw the food, although it smells delicious and I'm sure it's wonderful, given you have worked so hard on it," he said with a serious expression.

And that made her laugh. So hard.

"Unfortunately, Kevin is not like you."

"Why didn't you just tell him? I mean… he might have done something then. Maybe not the timing you had been hoping for, but better late than never."

"I didn't want him to do things, or say stuff, just because I told him. You know? I wanted him to get it himself, say it because he suddenly realized."

"Makes sense. So you just … ate and he left? Without anything? Does he think you look like that every day? Not that I would mind. If you ever should decide on not having anything to wear for work, wear that dress," Morgan grinned.

"In your dreams, lover boy, and only there," she giggled and threw a pillow at him.

"What? You have photoshopped pictures of me in chaps, I now have that image. I think we're even," he argued and got another pillow thrown at him.

"May I remind you that you have a girlfriend of three months? Just in case you forgot about Tamara," she reminded him.

"Of course I remember. For what kind of a moron do you take me for?" he asked, not even waiting for an answer before continuing. "You know what we do now, buttercup? We eat the rest of that dinner and watch a movie," he suggested and got an agreeing nod from Penelope.

"You stay put," he ordered, when she started to get up from the couch. "You have worked hard enough for tonight, Goddess. I'll get the plates with some food and the rest of the wine in two glasses. You just … stay where you are," she heard him continue, walking towards the kitchen and getting two plates. A few moments later, he came back with the plates of food, forks and knives, and left again to get the wine glasses.

Halfway through the movie, when the food was gone and the wine glasses were more or less empty, Garcia had found her way into his arms. Like she always did. Not that he minded... He loved their movie sessions, which had been less frequent since Kevin Lynch entered Penelope's life.

By the end of the movie, she was deep asleep against him, her arms wrapped loosely around his torso, her head resting on his upper chest. He didn't want to wake her, so he slowly moved and unwrapped himself from her, getting off the couch and looking down on his best friend for a moment. Even while asleep, she looked still mad.

What a moron, he thought to himself about Kevin.

He slowly moved his arms under Penelope and lifted her up, carrying her to her bed and setting her down gently. After getting her wrapped in the sheets and comforter, making sure she wouldn't be cold, he walked back to the living room, made himself comfortable on the couch and drifted off to sleep slowly.


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