A/N I do not own Criminal Minds. Sorry for the slight delay, but I wanted this chapter to be perfect and I made it a little longer (five extra pages for all of your gracious patience with me), and I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you everyone for your continued support!

Warning: Sexual Situations and Coarse Language

Please, enjoy!

Kismet

Chapter V: Part II

"Penelope!" he shouted, picking up the pace as he chased after the fiery blonde – sparkling stilettos; clicking down the hallway as she tried to escape.

Though Morgan – who thrived on kicking down doors and hitting the gym seven days a week, was a lot faster. Gently, but firmly grabbing her arm, he pulled her to him – sending her stumbling back into his chest only for her to quickly push away from him.

"Don't…" she cried; unshed tears now betraying those debonair hazel eyes. "You…you big jerk!"

Twirling around with a mastered feline finesse that had him licking his lips as those rounded hips swayed dangerously back and forth, and he couldn't help but to smirk as Penelope tried to navigate the maze of hallways – obviously lost, but determined to distance herself.

"Baby Girl!" slowing down; heated amber eyes watching her every move – grinning when she realized what he had already known…she had trapped herself in a dead end corridor and the only way out, was past him.

"Oh frack!" she huffed in irritation; blowing a lock of loose hair out of her face.

"You gonna keep running Princess," he laughed. "Or are you finally gonna let me explain?"

Whirling around; eyes narrowed as she tugged the neon orange purse back onto her shoulders and crossed towards him.

"Explain what Agent Morgan?" pointing an accusing lavender tipped finger at his chest. "That you're a cheater!" her shrill scream grabbed the attention of a passing Agent, whose wide eyes stared back at the duo, only to quickly scurry away when he caught sight of Derek's scowl.

"Garcia," he growled, annoyance building from not being able to speak.

"Oh now it's Garcia!" stepping toe-to-toe with him; chest heaving as she glared over her green frames. "First it's Baby Girl this, and Baby Girl that!" she spat angrily, jabbing her finger into his tense shoulder. "You know what…" she laughed; though it lacked any genuine mirth. "I knew it too! You…you with your stupid delicious triangle French toast and amazing abdominal muscles! I should've fucking known you had a family!" she screeched; shoving him out of the way only to yelp as he easily grabbed her around the waist and propelled her into a dark room.

"Lemme go you prick!" she batted at him, though she was mildly shocked and rather disoriented and ended up slamming her elbow into something metallic.

"Ow, fuck!" she cried.

"Would you calm down!" he barked, hitting the switch and dousing them with pale fluorescent lighting – revealing the cramped storage closet; lined with filing cabinets, a cluttered desk and a broken fax machine.

"Move out of my way!" she gritted out; crossing her arms, little chin jutted out in defiance.

"No," he smirked; locking the door as he stepped closer.

"What do you think you're doing?" stepping back when the simmering heat of those ambers zeroed in on her; instantly curling her toes and pulsing her blood to life – a heady, but not entirely unwanted betrayal.

"I'm gonna explain myself," he purred; reaching out for her – fingers clutching the soft flesh of those hips as his other hand snuck up her back and neck; delving into those soft honey locks, firmly pulling her head back to look at him. "And you Baby Girl, are gonna listen," capturing those pouty lips with a searing kiss; grinning when her purse fell to the floor and she yanked him forward.

_ Flashback _

The putrid pea and carrot vomit, covering the front of Jordan's blouse, had Derek scrambling to calm down his daughter who was now red faced and screaming; made worse by the woman dramatically gagging and holding the baby in her outstretched hands.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," he quickly picked up the last few papers, only to realize they too had Gabriella's morning breakfast on it.

"Oh…it's okay!" Jordan grimaced; leaning her head far back as the baby shrieked once again.

"Here lemme see her!" dropping the diaper bag as he grabbed his daughter – gently rocking her and trying to reach for some baby wipes.

"Here you go!" yanking out a few and handing them to Jordan.

"Gah!" Briella cried through tearful babbles, only to spit up once more all over the woman's shoes.

"Oh, gross!" Jordan screamed, stepping back only to slip in it and stumble into the elevator doors. "Damn it! I just bought these, and this shirt is dry clean only!" her eyes widened at her own outburst and then blushed shyly. "I mean…gosh poor thing is she okay?"

"May I?" a voice whispered; breaking the chaotic moment around them.

Derek stood there frazzled, with dirty wipes in one hand and a screaming baby; frantically wiggling against him to get out of his other arm, while the rest of his stuff laid scattered across the hall and gave her a grateful smile.

"Uh, yeah," watching as Penelope took Briella in her arms and hugged her closely; having grabbed a pink blanket out of the diaper bag, which was now thrown over her shoulder as she hummed a lullaby and gently wiped her tear streaked face.

Derek's mouth gaped open; completely stunned at the ease in which Briella felt with this stranger. Her wails had calmed to little hiccuping sniffles as she rested her head in the crook of Penelope's neck.

"Do you have…any more of those?" Jordan waved her hand around, indicating the baby wipes.

"Oh, sure…here," passing her another handful, trying to help her clean up the green goo – though it was quite pointless.

"You know what…its fine. I have another shirt," lips pressed into a thin line as she tossed her hair back.

"I'll pay for it to get cleaned, or buy you a new one."

"No worries, really its fine!"

A vibrating ring went off and both Agents reached for their phones, only for Todd to frown and hold up hers. "I gotta get back downstairs," she smiled; giving his bicep a lingering squeeze as she pressed the elevator buttons. "Let me know if she feels better," slowly stepping into the elevators when it dinged on arrival, though not before tossing Penelope a scalding glare as the doors shut behind her.

Derek grabbed his bags and wiped off his paper work before finally turning back around, only for his heart to seize – chipping away at the brittle walls of defense he had spent the last year building up.

"You have a daughter," brows furrowed as she rocked Briella back and forth, whose eyes were slowly closing as she played with a pink lock of Penelope's hair.

"Yes," walking towards her, reaching out to twirl the little girl's mahogany ringlets. "Her name is Gabriella."

"I got that," she bit out, eyes bristling with angry tears. "You should have told me."

"We weren't doing much talking Baby Girl," he smirked, as images of her writhing beneath him with those seductive little moans as she screamed his name, flooded his mind – though the moment her mouth fell open and she gasped, he tried to back pedal. "You're right, I should have told you."

"She's calmed down now," going to hand the baby back over, only for him to hold up his full hands and innocently shrug.

"Can you drop her off with me?" he grinned; knowing he was certainly testing his luck.

Garcia stared him down, but when the baby cooed – obviously siding with her father, she shook her head and followed him back towards the day care.

"Hello Agent Morgan!" April smiled, drying her hands on the paint covered apron. "Where's little Briella?"

"Right here," Penelope stepped forward, trying to sneak her hair away from the baby's tight grip.

"Oh, Ms. Garcia!" April raised her brows; bright eyes glancing between the two in shock. "I see you met this little cutie!"

"Yeah well, this little cutie just threw up," Derek gave the younger woman the diaper bag.

"Car sick?" she frowned knowingly, holding her hands out to take the baby only for Briella to scream and tuck closer to Penelope.

"Hey…hey it's okay, sweetie!" she cooed, as she bounced the little girl. "Wanna go to your Daddy?" turning towards Derek who smiled and reached out for her.

"There ya go Lady Bug," he smirked, giving her a big kiss on top of her head – checking her over a few times, before handing her over to April. "I'll be back in a little bit okay? Be good!"

Grabbing his go bag after he waved goodbye, expecting to see Penelope only to be met with an empty hallway.

"That way," April grinned; pointing to the right.

Derek nodded and quickly took off.

_ End of Flashback _

Though the man had an innate ability to kiss – a perfect balance of sensual roughness that flared every naughty thought inside her curious mind to life; puckering her nipples and pooling slick heat between her thighs – it did nothing to erase the fact that he was a father and had withheld that information while she had so openly let him into her house.

Had let him play with her children; make them breakfast and even read them a bed time story – she felt ridiculously stupid and as the anger rushed back over her; cooling her overheated body back down, she finally regained her sense and pushed him away.

"Is she your girlfriend?" she growled out, pushing her fogged glasses back up her nose as she panted for air.

"Huh," he mumbled; slowly blinking away the lust seared vision as his hands remained anchored to her body.

"Jordan Todd!"

"What? No!" shaking his head. "I'm single," he smiled, pressing her back into the cabinet.

Her breath hitched, though her eyes remained narrowed.

"I only have one kid, and a dog named Clooney," he got closer, pushing her hair back as he trailed kisses down the smooth column of her neck. "I have two sisters and a peanut allergy," smirking; trying to joke only to be greeted with silence – forcing him to really look at her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered; staring at the wall behind him – avoiding his heated gaze.

"I didn't think I would see you again."

The cold simple truth – exposed; lingering over both of them, which neither could deny.

Pressing his jean clad thigh between her legs; firmly rocking into her as he latched greedily onto her collar bone. "But here…you are."

Flittering his fingers up the tight floral skirt, dragging it up to her waist – revealing those black thigh highs and lavender silk panties.

"Derek…" fingers clutching the taut skin of his lean waist; mesmerized with his breath whispering over the skin of her neck like a warm Sahara breeze – lulling her body into docility, igniting her with electric pinwheels of longing.

A loud rip of fabric splintered through the small space and she gasped; shooting her eyes wide open when the cool closet air trailed over her bare center.

"Those were…expensive!" she gritted out; glaring at the lavender panties that contrasted with his long, dark fingers – rolling her eyes at his impish smirk, only to arch a delicate brow when he shoved them into his pocket.

"Up," eyes slanted into obsidian fervor as his fingers tucked underneath her stockings and snapped them back – sending a prickling sting of excitement coiling deep within her; a deep grasping ache, begging to be filled.

Needing control; a lifelong habit due to years of fierce independence surged through Penelope, clouding her mind – leading her shaking manicured hands to quickly unbuckle his belt; eyes locking together as she slowly trailed the zipper over his bulge.

Though his bitter deceit had already infused the carnal tryst, filling her heart with doubt; echoing waves of insecurity throughout her gentle soul as her mind swirled with unanswered questions – riveting Penelope to the spot as she tried to catch her breath and take charge, only to lose all sense of self when his long, deft finger; calloused and demanding, delved between her slick inner lips and firmly pressed on the tender little bundle – pulsing with sensitivity and jolting her body awake.

All thoughts; all taunting secrets, fizzled beneath the weight of the blazing pressure between her legs – luring her with promised pleasure; a vivid memory from days before that knew of the man's capabilities. Guaranteed euphoric bliss…and as anger and hurt bristled behind her sore heart, she wanted that release – felt entitled to it.

Reaching her small hand inside his black briefs; slowly wrapping fingers around his hot, rigid length before firmly squeezing – smirking when he hissed through clenched teeth and stumbled forward; driving him to lower his own hand and swirl the slick heat around her swollen entrance.

"You wanna play…Sweetness?" he growled; expressive brows knitted in wavering control.

Sliding her hand up and down; a slow tantalizing rhythm that ended with her thumb grazing over the wet tip of his throbbing dick – focusing the pressure beneath the head; trailing her hand back down that distinct purple vein, but before she could reach her destination; craving the feel of him shuddering in the palm of her hands – Derek pulled back, throwing her off balance as he dropped to his knees.

"Okay, Penelope…let's play," husky voice holding a dominant lilt that was enticingly commanding.

Grabbing the edge of the filing cabinet as she wobbled on sparkling stilettos with her mouth falling open in shock even as her leg was flung over his broad shoulder, forcing her other hand to grasp his bald head; leaning closer - fingers digging harshly into the soft flesh of her round ass, as he brazenly tasted the warm nectar of her arousal between her quivering thighs.

The sharp whine tore from the back of her throat as a wanton thrill rippled down her spine; arching her back, heated flesh melding into the cool metal of the cabinet – the last vital sensation tethering her to reality.

"Morgan…" she panted; glancing at the locked door, spreading her legs just a little wider – taking a moment to admire the beautiful contrast of his dark toffee skin between her smooth ivory thighs.

His velvet muscle; strong and precise – tasted, licked, and devoured her swollen core with teasing swirls, nipping bites; heightened by the prickling hairs of his trimmed goatee, and deep strokes that had her ripe body coiling with tension as her head lolled back and explicit utterances slipped from glossy lips.

"Oh fuck…please," she begged; forgetting her anger, losing sight of control as her world began to tilt – pushing her towards that explosive release she had easily become addicted to.

"Not yet," he smirked; latching his lips firmly around her pulsing bud – savoring the distinct aroma of the woman before him and those alluring feminine whimpers.

"Derek, stop…teasing," she cried; feeling that grasping need stir in her lower gut which was altogether too much, and not enough – finding an inkling of semblance; grinding her hips down on his face, moaning as the pressured sensation tore through her.

And just as soon as it was there, it was gone.

Eyes shooting open. "What…no…" whimpering; glaring as he stood before her, but the moment she caught sight of his erection – all powerful man, jutted towards her and those nearly obsidian eyes smoldering with need; she grinned victoriously. "Oh…I've missed my little Adonis!" she chirped excitedly.

"Little," he growled; keeping Garcia's leg around his waist as he hooked his other hand around her other knee and easily lifted her off the ground to a squeal of surprise.

No there was certainly nothing little about Derek Morgan, and she was going to tease his insane insecurity, but he didn't waste any time rubbing his rigid length against her slick, tender flesh – cruelly drawing out the moment against her wiggling protests.

"Oh, Hot Stuff," she croaked out, fingers digging into his tense shoulders – leaving behind red marks of their debauchery.

"That's new…" he purred; smirking like the Cheshire cat at the nickname.

"Shut up…" reaching a hand between them; guiding his throbbing member into her waiting entrance. "And fuck me," and if she wasn't on the precipice of a blistering orgasm she would be ashamed of her sudden potty mouth.

Then he was fully inside of her; rocking his hips in that mastered rhythm that spun her world once again. Basking in the fullness – a torturous blend of painful pleasure that had her gasping for air and being kissed; smothering her cries as the shimmering climax slammed into her like a collision and she greedily surrendered, only to bite his shoulder blade and take him over the edge with her.

Minutes slinked away as lingering pinwheels of electric heat shot through their joined bodies – a deep and unyielding connection that was possessively intimate.

Grinning; body lax with titillating bliss, she was about to disentangle herself from his sturdy grip, when his dick stirred inside of her; pulsing to life with hardened vigor.

"I wasn't done," he growled; nibbling on her bottom lip only to pepper her jaw with sloppy kisses.

Her nipples tightened with that familiar ache as slick heat pooled down her thighs and she braced her sore, content body for another quick round.

Tucking her tangled curls behind her ear as she quickly checked her makeup in the flashy compact mirror once more.

"I said you were fine Mama," he smirked; casually leaning against the wall of the elevator as they headed back to the BAU floor.

Penelope adjusted her sparkling barrette as she shifted anxiously on her heels, only to freeze when she spotted the dark purplish bruise marring her collarbone.

"You left a…hickey!" whirling around to glare at him, only to be met with a wide grin and an innocent shrug of his shoulders.

"What did you think I was doing?"

She frowned, irritated at his smugness and pissed that he still looked extremely delectable with his shirt unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled up.

What an asshole!

"It's bad enough I'm not wearing any panties, but now I'm gonna walk into the meeting with this!" her voice was shrill, face blushing with shame as she frantically dug around her purse for concealer.

Though the stern cough from behind her, froze her in place; looking up at Morgan who was still grinning, but whose shoulders were tense as his wide eyes stared past her.

Slowly turning around, her stomach flipped flopped and she blanched at the man standing in front of the open elevator doors.

"H-Hello Sir!" she stuttered; managing a timid smile as she cringed with embarrassment.

To be continued…