A/N: I know that Brazil's actually having its high season around the Christmas period, but due to time line issues I decided to move their High season to May. Power of Fanfiction =)

Penelope stood next to the counter, chatting with the check-in agent, who asked her all sort of strange security questions, while Morgan was busy putting their bags on the belt for tagging. Of course out of the six people working the check-in desk they just had to get the only girl- who barely looked like she was 20 years old- and, of course, she was nearly drooling over Derek.

"How long is the flight again?" Penelope asked the girl behind the counter, who was now busy scanning passports and printing boarding passes.

"Nine hours and twenty minutes, ma'am."

"Why again are we flying to Brazil?" Penelope asked Morgan, who had just managed to haul up the last of their bags. Sometimes it really pays to have a guy with you.

"You said you wanted to fly there, so country choice is on you, Garcia. I'm just tagging along for the ride. There is no way I will let you fly to Brazil all on your own. That country has like one of the highest crime rates in the world," Morgan argued, reminding Penelope of Reid, who could quote all sort of statistics.

"Sure, and the pretty girls in tiny Bikinis on the Copacabana certainly had nothing to do with your quick decision to tag along either," she smiled, taking the passports and boarding passes from the check-in agent, who wished them a pleasant flight and then waved the next customers in line to her desk.

"They might have influenced my decision slightly, I admit. But my main concern is your well being," he smiled at her widely, all the while following his friend to the security screening.

"Of course. Because I can always compete with good-looking, thin women in bikinis and win that battle."

"Oh, does that mean I will finally get to see you in a bikini, Baby Girl?" Morgan grinned at her sheepishly.

"Only in your dreams, and only there," she replied.

"So … tell me, why Brazil? Why did it have to be 'Fly to Brazil' on that list of yours? Why not a different country?"

"Because it is exotic," Penelope stated simply, with a smile. "And it is far away, has loads of sun and good looking guys in thongs. Well, at least that's what I heard. And it's the home country of Mojitos and Caipirinhas. My two favorite drinks."

"Men in thongs?" Morgan asked, looking slightly horrified.

"Of all the things I just said that's the one you picked up?"

Looking over at Morgan, he didn't seem too pleased with her earlier answer. And if Penelope wouldn't know better she would have said that the look on his face was just slightly jealous. But she did know better. Besides men like Morgan weren't jealous. They probably didn't even know the feeling of jealousy. Or rejection for that matter of fact.

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A nine hour plane ride later they landed in Rio de Janeiro. A plane ride during which Penelope fell asleep against Derek more times than she could count. They had a crappy flight attendant, who changed her attitude magically every time Morgan was around or awake. Two weeks of sun, cocktails and party filled nights lay ahead of them and Penelope planned on making the most of them.

They checked into their hotel and had to realize that something somehow had gone wrong with their reservation since the room Morgan originally had reserved was supposed to have two beds, but the one they got assigned had one.

It wasn't as if there was a huge problem with it, since whenever she stayed over at Derek's she tended to fall asleep in his arms, but those were different circumstances. This was two weeks in the same room in Brazil.

When they tried to get a different room at reception they were told that the hotel was fully booked – high season. And there was no room left. Having to admit defeat they settled for the room and would think later on how to sort this thing out best. But for now, both of them wanted to see something of exciting Rio.

Wanting to make the absolute best out of her vacation, Penelope had bought a guidebook back in Virginia. It now sported some funky, colorful post-it stripes between certain pages.

"What's up with the stripes?" Morgan asked, pointing towards the guide in her hands.

"That's all the things I want to see," Penelope explained, making Morgan realize that his idea of laying on a beach for most of their vacation just died.

"All of that?" he asked surprised, noticing that probably more than half the pages of the book had these stripes sticking out.

"Yup, that book also has some very useful tips on Sao Paolo," Penelope smiled at him sweetly.

"Can't we just lay on a beach, enjoy a cocktail and dive into the nightlife? Wouldn't that be enough for a start?" he tried to convince Penelope, but already saw by the look she gave him when he mentioned 'beach' that he had lost before he even started.

After their first week of seeing whole Brazil – at least that's how it felt to him by now – Penelope left some room for 'negotiations' with Morgan concerning the rest of their vacation. She had realized this was as much his vacation as it was hers and it would be selfish and unfair to him if she would take up all two weeks with planning and touring.

By now they also had the first week of sharing a bed behind them and Penelope had to admit it wasn't as bad and awkward as she initially had thought it would be. Okay, the first morning was weird, waking up tangled and wrap around each other, with legs and arms all around and between the other one's legs, arms and body, but they got pretty quickly used to it. What else could they do? From the looks of it the whole town seemed to be booked out and she certainly wasn't going to let it happen that Morgan would sleep on the floor or the uncomfortable looking chair in their room- as he had suggested in their first night.

And both had to realize they never had slept better than now. Of course they wouldn't admit it out loud, or even mention it, but it definitely didn't go unnoticed.

"So, handsome, what do you feel like doing?" Penelope asked.

"Well, let's hit the beach, find you some Latin Lover to keep you busy and just relax our last week away," he grinned at her widely.

Penelope had to snort at his comment about the Latin Lover. "Sure, they are just waiting for me."

"I wouldn't see why not," Morgan argued and it turned out he was all too right.

The moment they hit the first beach bar- when Morgan left her alone for a moment- she found herself center of the attention of at least a dozen very tanned, very well build and very good looking guys, who didn't seem to back off the slightest with Morgan's return.

Penelope somehow, why ever that was, seemed to be embarrassed by the whole scene and felt more like returning back to her hotel right away. Morgan of course wasn't having any of that and managed to get her not only to stay, but also to make it to the beach. He didn't know long it would take him to get her to get out of her clothes and sport that bikini she was wearing underneath her dress, but he was determined to get her to do it.

It took him only a whole hour and the moment she actually did get out of her clothes he thought the numbers of guys around them somehow quadrupled. Within minutes. But the same could be said about the girls, in regards of Morgan and getting out of his clothes. They must have been the oddest couple of two people on the whole beach, but they also drew a crowd.

In the beginning he noticed a certain hesitation from Penelope's side, but after another half hour or so she started to relax, talk, flirt even. Compared to what he and Penelope used to say to each other the stuff she dished out now was rather harmless, but still he had a weird feeling is the pit of his stomach. Something wasn't right about this, he just couldn't put his finger on it just yet.

And that's how they would spend the second week. By day they would lay in the sun at one of the several beaches, with Penelope busily collecting phone numbers and Morgan refusing straight out any that was offered to him and by night they would conquer one of the several nightclubs, dancing the night away and having one cocktail after another.

Even at the nightclubs Penelope had a rather large group of admirers. It wasn't as if Morgan was feeling neglected or ignored, no he felt good, felt happy for his Baby Girl because she was having so much fun. But something deep inside him wished the number of guys would get smaller. It started getting a bit annoying, with all these guys beating each other nearly down to buy his girl a drink. And maybe he should step in, but then again he remembered how the last time he wanted to step in went down. With her being pissed at him, and ending up being shot. Not that he saw her being shot in the near future, but he surely didn't want her being pissed at him either. So he let her have her fun and enjoy herself, while he looked for his entertainment at the other side of the club.

He certainly wasn't jealous, but he also couldn't explain why every woman he talked to these couple of nights just wouldn't do. They weren't blond enough, curvy enough, not voluptuous enough for his taste. And none of them had the sweet name of Penelope.

Well… he always had the nights back in their hotel room, right? Better than nothing and more than any of these guys would ever get.

Only a few more days here in Brazil until they would start their journey back home to Washington and he would have her back all to himself.

Searching for her across the club he found her being hit on by another guy. Penelope was smiling and laughing at whatever joke the man had made. Derek tore his eyes off them. He sure as well wasn't jealous. He just needed another few drinks to convince himself of that entirely.