A/n Same warning apply

Disclaimer: I don't own CM so please don't sue me.

Morgan slowly opened his eyes, and determined that his last night's activities had been a bad idea on a week night. He's enjoyed the night, but damn, he had to get to work, and he felt like he'd been run over by a large truck.

His hand rested on the bare back of the one person in the world he'd ever loved outside of his own family. All of the other women in his life had been poor substitutes for the real thing. This was the real thing, Penelope Garcia, loud, brash, some would say annoyingly overconfident, but then she had a right to be. She was smart, and had a kind heart she wasn't afraid to show to him, and her close friends at the BAU. She was gorgeous, without a doubt the sexiest woman he'd met in a long time. She was plump, but he didn't care, she could fill out a red lace bustier better than any woman he'd known.

He hadn't been surprised when she'd shown up on his doorstep the week before. Some how he knew she would be the one to initiate the next phase of their relationship. He'd wanted to be the one to make the first move, but Penelope wasn't just another pretty face, she was special to him. They hadn't gone to bed, not that weekend; instead she'd kept him up all night talking. He still couldn't believe he'd spent the whole night with a woman, and not had sex. And he'd enjoyed it, more than if they had slept together, because they talked about everything.

He'd opened up to her about his childhood in Chicago, growing up mixed race, and the problems inherent with that. Then there was his abuser. Derek had never wanted Penelope to know about that, and he was surprised, and moved by her reaction. She refused to look at him differently. She simply accepted him as he was, and did not see him as damaged or dirty. She would never understand how much that meant to him.

They'd seen each other every night since then. Last night had been their first time together, he would never forget it. She made him feel whole, like he hadn't felt in a long time. She shifted, and moved her head to look at him.

"Hi gorgeous," He said, kissing her shoulder.

"Ha, I bet you say that to all the girls you get into your bed, sugar."

"No, I only say it to you Penny-girl."

Garcia actually blushed at his new name for her, and hoped to hear it, a lot. She kissed him, then she pulled away, leaving him feeling bereft.

"Come on hot stuff, times a wasting, and we need to get into work."

"What, you don't want to stroll in late with me, and announce to everyone were together?"

"I don't think an announcement is necessary, Derek. We work with a bunch of profilers, remember?"

She got up and pulled on a robe, but not before he got one more look at her luscious curves, man the skinny girls had nothing on her.

"Dibbs on the shower," she called over her shoulder as she moved into her bathroom.

Morgan lay back on the bed not moving, just enjoying the fact that he finally had the woman he wanted. When Garcia reemerged from the bathroom, dressed and made up in record time, he was still in bed.

"Hey you going to lie about all day, because if you are, I hope you don't expect me to bring you breakfast in bed."

"Aw, gorgeous why'd you have to get dressed?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed, and said with a wink, "Honey, I love you, but my children need me too."

He thought it was cute that she called her computers her children. Then he realized something.

"Hey did you just say you love me, sweetheart."

She looked at him, and all of the smartass things she wanted to say went out the door. "Yeah baby, I did are you going to hold it against me or something."

"No Penny-girl, I'm not going to hold it against you, because I love you too."

He pulled onto his chest again, and kissed her deeply. She vaguely remembered something about going to work, but then she closed her mind to everything including her beloved computers.

Later after she'd redressed, and fixed her makeup, she remembered gossip she had to pass on. She hadn't thought about it for a week. She told him about the girl's trip to the mall, and the conversation with JJ. By the time she finished, he was grinning widely, and she knew that Reid was in for it when he got back to the office that day.

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The rest of JJ and Reid's trip had been wonderful. He felt more rested and relaxed then he had in a long time. The only down side had been the bully at the hotel, but they'd made a deal never to mention it when they talked about this trip to each other.

Now it was Tuesday morning and time to go back to work. This meant he had to deal with Morgan, who was sure to make some comment about how much 'lovin' he'd gotten over the weekend. Sometimes he wished he worked in a different office, just to avoid his partners endless teasing about Jen.

He'd been pleasantly surprised when he'd entered the BAU, and found he'd beaten Morgan into work. That was unusual, because he knew he was in for the third degree. He figured that Morgan would be there, standing by Reid desk, one hip against it ready to interrogate him

He decided to enjoy the fact that his partner was late. He went directly for coffee with lots of wonderful sugar. Now this was the life, he could have his first cup of coffee at the office without smart remarks from Morgan. As he pulled the first folder from the stack of paperwork that overflowed onto his desk, he was surprised to find that he missed Morgan and his teasing.

As if on cue, the man himself stepped off the elevator letting go of Garcia's hand, as he entered the bull pen. He whistled as he approached his desk. Well this was a new development. Reid had thought that Morgan had something going on with their resident hacker, but he hadn't been sure till then.

Morgan completely ignored Reid, and went for his own cup of coffee. This was a first, normally he had at least one smart remark to throw the young mans way. Reid thought that just maybe he might get the first word in that morning.

"So Derek, what's going on with you and Garcia," he smirked over the rim of his cup at his partner.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Reid."

"Really… so I guess that wasn't you I just saw holding hands with Penelope?"

Morgan started in surprise. He'd been so happy with the last night's outcome, he didn't pay attention to the fact that he might have been observed coming into the office with her, even though she warned him.

Reid was enjoying the other man's discomfiture. He liked that the shoe was on the other foot for a change. He wondered how much he could milk this discovery.

"So are you going to spill, or do I have to go ask Penelope?"

"Ok.. ok, yes we're seeing each other, but don't spread it around. Morgan hissed in a low voice, and jumped when another voice said from behind him.

"Don't spread what around," Perfect! Reid thought, now there is someone else to help me interrogate Derek.

She stood taping her foot impatiently as she waited for the scoop of morning gossip. She'd been hoping to hear about Reid's trip, but this had the potential to be so much better.

"There isn't that much to tell, we started seeing each other last week, and I really like her." Morgan was trying desperately to act casual, but not succeeding.

"I think there's more to it that that, I think someone got laid." Emily hissed back at him.

Morgan opened his mouth to protest, and was interrupted by their new media liaison, a young male agent named Martin Costa.

"Who got laid," he asked, his eyes raking over Emily.

He had a crush on her, and any gossip to deflect attention of the profilers away from him was just great with him. He knew he didn't have a chance with her; she was a lot older than him. He was new to the FBI. He didn't think of himself as attractive, even though he had bright blue eyes and a great head of dark black hair, which was an unusual combination. He was a lot like Reid, in that he didn't realize how many women thought he was really cute.

"Morgan and Garcia," Emily answered and the young man's eyes lit up.

"Thanks man," he said punching Morgan on the arm like he was his new best friend. Costa had just won the bet on these two. It was a good chunk of change!

"What the hell-"

"Everyone, stop standing around, we have a case. I thought you were going to gather everyone together in the conference room." Hotch's eyes bored into Costa.

"Ah - sorry sir," he stammered. He was in mortal terror of Aaron Hotchner; he didn't know how the others worked for a man whose eyes looked at you like that.

For their part, the others made a bee-line for the conference room, and a more flustered than usual Costa gave them the case files for their next case in Colorado.

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Six weeks had passed since the trip to Williamsburg, and they'd all been working nonstop. The team was returning to Quantico from San Diego, another serial killer, and it had taken them four days to catch the guy. When they were getting off the plane, Spencer sent a text message to JJ letting her know he'd be home soon. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, so they all went to the bull pen to get some paperwork done. He wasn't concerned when she didn't reply to his message; she was often very busy and couldn't stop to chat.

Morgan dropped his bag next to his desk, and sat down to check his email. There was one with an email address he didn't recognize. It came with a video attachment. When he opened the attachment, and saw what was on the screen, he couldn't believe his eyes. Thank God no one else could see the screen at the moment. He also congratulated himself on not turning up the sound. He closed it out with a hand that shook so hard he could hardly work the mouse.

He got up, and tried to remain as casual as possible while he walked to Garcia's office. She had to see the email and trace it, they had to know if it was real. He prayed that it wasn't, it couldn't be real. He made it inside without anyone commenting. Garcia turned from her "children" when she heard the door softly close. The smart remark she was going to make ,died on her lips when she saw Derek's face.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"I need you to look at an email attachment I just received."

She brought his email up on her screen. Somehow he wasn't surprised she could just hack in at anytime. It was actually comforting to him to know she could do this. When the video began to play, he heard the mechanically altered voice for the first time. Hearing what the person wanted from them made him collapse into a chair, and Garcia began to cry. Then it was over, and the screen went blank in front of them.

"I won't do it… I swear on my fathers grave," Morgan said as he rose from the chair again, and embraced her, tears falling from his face.

"What are we going to tell him, Derek?" Garcia sobbed into his chest. This couldn't be happening!

"What are you going to tell who," Reid's voice came from behind them, the happiness in it slicing through both of them like a razor, drawing blood.

Oh God… what were they going to tell him!