Series 10 One-shots: Hash tag

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Interesting episode!

I will admit right for those of you who do not know my FF origins I am a Morgan/Garcia shipper, or at least that is how I started out. I have broadened my horizons since then but I am honestly struggling with the Savannah storyline. I did consider sticking my head in the sand and ignoring it but part of writing these one-shots was to challenge myself.

That said I am still not ready to write Savannah as a character – so this is a close as I am getting right now.

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Prompt

Morgan: Work always seems to get in the way.

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Walking back to her lair Penelope did her best to balance the mug of Camomile tea and the pile of manila files. With a flick of her hips she bumped the door open, backing into the dark room.

"Oh for voice activated lighting," she said to herself as she stumbled in, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. As the shadows began to form into recognisable object Penelope let out a sharp scream "What the . . . "

"I'm sorry Baby Girl; I didn't mean to scare you."

Both Derek and Penelope scooped down to collect the dropped file, many a little soggy round the edges from the spilt tea.

"Is there a reason you are sitting in my office in the dark, when you should be apologising to a certain lovely lady?"

Derek shrugged, "Waiting for you."

"Really! I never would have guessed that part." Penelope stood and placed the files on the side before turning to put on the lights. "So assuming that Hotch hasn't missed me off the memo and we haven't got another case. I would say this is a personal call not professional."

Derek sat back down in the swivel chair that he had already been in, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh," Penelope grabbed her own chair and pulled it up close to Derek. "Oh no I've seen that look before Derek Morgan. It is usually when you are about to do or say something seriously stupid!"

Derek half smiled at how well she knew him, "Hopefully you won't class this as 'seriously stupid', in fact I was hoping you would encourage me to put my money where my mouth is."

Leaning back Penelope gave a suspicious look. "Oh now you have my interest, not that you didn't before, but that's not the point. Spill . . . now!"

Derek made himself comfy, leaning slightly off to one side, taking his time to think though his words. "I'm thinking of asking Savannah to move in with me."

Penelope's eyes widened as she squealed in delight, clapping her hands with joy she jumped up and hugged her best friend. "O . . . M . . . G! Derek Morgan as married man! Well as good as."

Laughing Derek hugged her back, "I'll take that as your approval."

Penelope pulled back slightly looking down at Derek, "Approval? As if you need my approval, but for the record; yes you have my approval." Penelope returned to her seat, taking a sip from what was left of her tea. "I do hate to put a spanner in the works but do you think your apartment is . . . you know . . . a bit of a bachelor pad . . . not really a 'couple' sort of place."

Derek smiled, "You've never said anything about my style before, Baby Girl. Besides I was thinking something a little more homely. You know that house I have been working on . . ."

Penelope's eyes widened once again, "Oh the big one with the fireplace and the massive yard! A real . . . family home. Oh . . ." Penelope scooted closer and began to whisper, "Savannah, she's not . . . you know . . . preggers? Is she?"

Derek shook his head, "No Sweet Thing, she is not pregnant. I just . . . I want to be with her. Not popping round to see each other. I want to come home to her, when she's not working ridicules hours and all the rest of the things that generally get in the way of . . . well you know," he winked.

Penelope smiled, biting her lip, "I am so excited. When am I allowed to get you a house warming gift – is there anything in particular you want? Scrap that – I'll ask Savannah, I am sure she will have much better taste in these things then you. Never ask the man!"

Shaking his head Derek laughed once more, "Seriously I thought you were supposed to be my friend."

"I am, just you're a man . . . what more can I say. Out of interest when are you planning on sharing this with all with Savannah?"

"Seeing that I didn't get to take that vacation we had been planning I thought I would take your advice and make a promise I could keep. After all didn't you say it's the little things that count?"

"And you call this a 'little thing', wow."

"No, but it's a start."

"Well I suggest," Penelope stood, Derek mirroring her, "that you leave," she pushed him playfully towards the door, "and go make a certain person a happy lady." With one last shove Derek was the other side of the door frame.

Turning back and leaning in Derek gave his infamous million watt smile, "So if we have managed to sort my life out, when is this beautiful butterfly going to find a spot to settle. There a couple of nice properties on the market at the moment. You should come take a look with me – see if anything takes you fancy."

Penelope rested a hand on Derek's chest, "Thank you for the thought but to be honest I'm more than happy with my little apartment."

Derek nodded, "And everyone says about me being a commitment phobe!" He leant in a kissed her forehead. "Thank you."

Batting him away, Penelope giggled, "Always my pleasure."

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Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes... but no plans.

Peter Drucker, Author