Thank you for your patience - this story is still alive in my head and last night's episode was so great it made me want to sit down and revise the next chapter waiting to be published. I hope to update my other stories too (especially dark side of the coin)- but I just started a new job so I can't make any promises on the time (which I'm super sorry about)

Enjoy!

As usual I own nothing!

Fionn, Jaime's sister, "Oh my goodness, this is so delicious" she said as she sipped the drink.

"It's grapefruit juice, elderflower liqueur, vodka, and champagne… and a splash of sprite."

Penelope poured the rest in the punch bowl, "I have two more batches in the fridge."

"Perfect, Jaime made all of the apps," Fionn said proud of her use of American lingo, "and the good bags are on the table." Fionn looked around one more time and said proudly, "We are ready to party."

"I'm going to run upstairs and change," she said scanning the room looking for any additional tasks.

"Penelope," Fionn said grabbing her hand, "thank you for all of your help."

Fionn kissed her hand and curtsied – Penelope was really starting to like this woman.

Penelope smiled, she and Jaime had been together for about 4 months and she just loved being with him. They debated never argued like her and Kevin. He was passionate but not possessive – very free spirit, which she liked.

"De nada," Penelope said and squeezed her hand back, "I wish I could've done more. Your grandmother was an amazing person and I knows this place will live up to her memory."

"She would have loved you," Fionn said as if the realization just hit her.

"I mean I can see why he loves you but you … you känns som familjen," She shook her head and the translated, "feel like family."

Penelope was taken a back – love? It took Kevin years to utter those words and family normally didn't like the voluptuous nerd – Fran was the exception but Derek wasn't her someone special.

Fionn read the perturbed confused face Penelope wore as a subconscious rejection and her mouth opened as more words stumbled out. "I'm sorry we aren't normally Sweds" she said trying to inject the conversation with humor since Penelope's eyes were starting to tingle with tears.

"Our parents are dirty hippies and I think the only ones in Sweden… I'm a lawyer for the parliament and my brother is a banker turned yogi… we are definitely out there as a family."

Garcia laughed, "Thank you but really it was nothing…I should go get ready." Outsiders were always fans – Derek's sisters loved her too … or so she thought, but the men always wanted to hide her – like a dirty secret. I mean Derek never told anyone about them and even now – he acts like it was all nothing. Baby Girl this and Hot stuff that. Penelope knew she played along so no one would notice but Derek just fell back into his pre-sexing Penelope Garcia routine and he is now with the beautiful Savannah. She's hard to hate… she wondered how she got her number but she often texts Penelope asking when he's coming back and what his favorite foods are and one day Penelope knew she would reply. Stop fucking and figure it out. But things like that she never said. This is the old pre-detox Penelope. She is new and freakin happy – so she is going to be freakin happy.

She finally made it up the stairs to Jaime's apartment and when she opened the door she heard the shower and remembered him. He was amazing and she was a silly girl to ever let her mind wander down the dark road of Derek Morgan – where ripped panties and broken hears reside. She wondered what he did with all of her damaged lingerie. Does he have a vault of dead undies or does a box full of trophies. He probably hides them like he hide everything else. She walked in, tossed her keys on the hook, and went for her bag.

I thought I left it on the couch she said to herself, as she saw it nowhere in the living room.

Maybe the bed.

Nope.

Where the heck was it.

She checked the hallway and even the kitchen.

Her bag was a vintage Power Puff Girl tote bag…. so it would be hard to miss.

She probably left it by the TV.

She ran down the stairs and skidded when she reached the landing. She almost broke her heel.

Did she leave it in the studio?

She remembered distinctively bringing it up here and hanging her dress, a navy blue, asymmetrical wrap dress with her electric blue pumps. She walked to the closet and found the dress moved all the way to the back and her shoes nowhere in sight. She needed her undies, slip, and make-up. Maybe she did bring it downstairs. Just when she was about to head downstairs she heard Jaime emerge from the bathroom

Jaime is all steamy and rosy. Did he ever look bad? She wondered.

His blond hair looked brown when wet and his eyes always fluctuated between dark ocean blue and sky blue depending on his mood.

"Did you see my bag?" she asked as he made his way toward her.

"Your make-up bag is in the bathroom drawer," he said kissing her neck.

"What about my overnight bag? My shoes…" she asked as she went to the bathroom to grab her bag.

She opened every drawer until the reached her bag which was in the last draw on the bottom.

She moved it to the counter and wondered why he stuck it down there. His family is coming and maybe he didn't want them to know how often she was here. Geez maybe she's being all smothering again. God why can't men just say hey maybe you should stay at your place.

"Thanks," she said putting on a fake smile "and my bag?"

Top shelf in the closet, he said as we walked towards her drying his hair.

He nibbled in her ear, "I started a collection of your stuff, black kitten headband, gold bracelets, fuchsia stockings"

"That's where those stockings went." Yes, she was here too much - he had an itemized list of her stuff and where it was.

"Thanks," she said turning around to face him, "I'll toss them in my bag tomorrow and take..."

"Or you can just leave them here," he interrupted, " You're here like every night so they'll just find their way back here any way."

How passive aggressive, she thought. Jaime is always direct but now he's hiding her stuff, maybe she is here too much…. Maybe she did the same thing with Derek – when she asked him to stay the night and he didn't want to. It's the whole species… I mean gender, she thought She didn't know why but she was upset— She looked up at him hurt, "Fine, I'll just bring them home tomorrow – or maybe tonight." she said walking away.

"Geez ," she went into the bathroom and closed the door. She always found herself here. With a guy who never wanted all of her. Maybe she was too needy or too...

Knock

Knock

"I just got it here," she said walking out the bathroom on a mission, "Let me guess am I hogging the bathroom too should I go home and get dressed."

He secured his towel around his waist then caught hers, "what's happening?"

"What," she asked glaring at him.

"You're angry. Why?"

Because you suck, she almost said but instead she took a deep breathe, "I should go. Fionn has everything," she started to prattle down the list when he interrupted her again.

"I don't understand you. You come in here in a mood," he said thinking of what could have happened, "did Fionn say something?" He held her firmly in placed pinned against the wall.

She gave up trying to walk away from him, "If you think I'm here too much just tell me – I know we aren't exclusive so I don't want to overstep – what ever this arrangement is."

Now he looked confused, "Over step?" His eyes turning into pools of navy as he comprehended what she was saying, "Arrangement."

He looked furious now and she took a step back and was reminded that there was a wall. "Are you seeing other people?"

She sighed and groaned, "let's not," she said as she moved forward and away from him. Why can they have more than one lover but god forbid you do.

"Let's," he countered in a growl – wondering if she was still having a problem resisting sweets… more specifically Derek.

"What if I were – I mean you can see what ever firmed butt yogi you want," she shook off her annoyance, "I don't want to do this ok."

She finally walks past him, but he gently caught her arm, "I'm not some dirty secret you can hide in drawers, dark corners of the closet or the last hanger. I especially don't want to meet your exploits and figure out which one inspired you to keep all of my things out of sight. I won't be their friend so I think it's best we end this pleasantly."

His eyes warmed and his heart was filling with relief.

She saw the same look of relief in his eyes and knew he was glad it was over. She tried to walk away before her eyes filled with tears. I thought he was different … I've been Morgan-ed again.

"I just met her and I think she will be here tonight," he said pulling her close to him.

Garcia rolled her eyes wondering why he was sharing this but he went on, "She's fire-y, sexy, and totally loveable except when she's jealous. She becomes slightly irrational in a cute way of course. She thinks I'm hiding her clothes when I thought I was giving them a home. She thinks she's here too much but I think she not here enough. When she's not here I just think about her—she has the most amazing laugh… most perfect breast and when I'm inside her I think." He pauses to think and then corrects himself, "I know what heaven is like."

Garcia eyes widened surprised by the declaration and then immediately ashamed of her behavior – was she a self-saboteur – she needed to ask Reid about that on Monday.

"When she's irrational… do you know what she normally needs?"

Garcia was smiling at him and feeling foolish at the same time, she shook her head and said quietly, "No, what does she need?"

He smiled as he tossed his towel too the side, "I'll show you my irrational my little tea cup."

He lifted her and hiked her skirt up at the same time.

Jaime she yelped as she wrapped her arms around him, he placed her on the dresser, which gave him perfect access to het slick wet heat.

He ran his fingers over the dampness on her lace thong

Jaime she purred

"Yes, my irrational tea cup," he said stopping the movement of his thumb

She pulled him closer, "I'm sorry I don't know what.." he silenced her with a kiss. He dominated her mouth as if someone challenged him to do so. When he left her mouth she was gasping for hair as he returned to her neck with bites, licks, and sucking.

"You never have to apologize I know you like my own heart"

She pulled off her shirt and her pink flesh tone lace bra showed her aroused nipples.

He pusher her closer to the head of his cock and started to stroke her clit with his firm head.

Please Jaime she murmured as she spread her legs wider urging him into her but he continued the slow teasing strokes as he mouth caught her taught nipple. She threw her head back with pleasure as his thumb returned to her wet nerve bundle. She bit her lip trying to keep the orgasm at be she wanted to come with him inside her and he was taking so long… then he pulled her thong to the side and thrusted half way into her, "you belong to me Penelope "

She groaned because he wouldn't give all of himself. He held her thong in a position that doubled her pleasure as he teased her but never filling her to the hilt.

"Who do you belong to? He asked between thrust.

"You," she groaned as he pulled her halfway off the dresser and completely on to his cock, Jaime she yelp as he filled her almost too much. He withdrew almost completely but then we was inside her again deeper than before.

You belong to me he repeated as he made her come explosively.

He held her lip between his teeth and frantically found his way to be deeper inside her. He loved the feeling her contracting against him – it was as if their bodies knew what the other needed and always gave it freely

Grasping her butt he began bucking to his own rhythm until his chant became and I belong to you.

She smiled when she heard him and kissed him deeply, "you are mine," she purred as he came inside of her in an endless flow of warm rain.

He carried her to the bed and placed her down as he fell beside her.

"Shit, we didn't use a condom. I never do that I"

"I'm on the pill," and she thought about Derek and how they used condoms religiously and Kevin… "I've always used condoms in the past."

"I was last tested before I came to the states and I was practicing abstinence or maybe it was a unconscious decision."

"Why?" she wondered.

Jaime propped his head up and looked down at her, "well, I just came out of a long term relationship, left my job and my sister and I started this… there was a lot going on and when I was in NY …I don't know." He realized.

He tried to continue the explanation "It felt like a way to clear my head and see the big picture."

"I get it," she propped her head up and said, "I don't know where the irrational Garcia came from."

"I like her she's feisty," he said pulling her closer to him.

"That's one word for it, "she teased

"I'm going to get ready – I don't want to meet your parents smelling like you and sex." He started caressing her right breast and said, "I don't mind."

He leaned in for a kiss and she hopped out of bed and said, "no you don't."

The party was in full swing; Jaime and Fionn had just thanked his family and friend for their support. He couldn't help but find his Penelope in the crowd – talking to Chris his former roommate. In the midst of her conversation with Chris she turned and her eyes landed on him, she winked; then made crazy eyes at him before she turned back to Chris. He laughed to himself and ran his fingers through his hair. Ok he was going to rescue her from Chris. He was about to head towards her when he felt a hand on his shoulder

"She's as the Americans would say Awesome."

He stopped and turned towards his father who full head of gray hair was messily placed in a man bun. He wore a dark khakis and a cotton flannel-esq white shirt. With his air-Jesus sandal, as Penelope donned them earlier, his father looked like he just came from the mountains.

"I think they would say neat."

"Neat," his father asked raising his bushy brow.

"Maggie was ok."

"Dad," he said not wanting to get into his exes at his kick off party.

"I knew she wasn't the one."

A flash of sadness crossed Jaime's face – he realized after he proposed that she wasn't the one – he was just doing what was expected and He'd hurt her.

"This is a party."

"It most certainly is," Penelope said coming up behind him. Jaime let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. His dad believed in ripping of the Band-Aid and making you face reality. No matter what it was or more importantly when it was. Jaime put his arm around Penelope's waist—his father would be polite in front of her... he hoped

His father nodded in approval and said "hon är värdig min mammas ring." She's worthy of your grandmother's ring.

He tensed. His parent's let their dislike for Maggie be known when she insisted on a new ring. Her aura is fucked up his mother said… and you can't marry someone with a messed up aura, or principles.

"No fair, what did he say?" she said looking at Jaime.

"Let's dance," he said guiding her to the floor.

"But I want to know," she insisted as he pulled her towards the floor.

He was happy to see his son so happy. It had been a year and a half and he bounced back. He could see Penelope's good spirit a mile a way and his wife loved her spirit… said she felt like part of the family immediately. She was apart of their family. He watched as his son whispered something in her hair and then kissed her neck. As he was about to look away he caught a man at the bar staring at the two of them. He was a tall African American man who took his fitness seriously. He had a beautiful African American woman on his arm but his eyes were filled with anger… maybe filled was too dramatic but there was a subtle anger and bitterness or regret.. it was hard to tell but one thing was clear. He's mad at my son. The woman by his side calls him and his glare is replaced with a charming smile and a kiss. She passes him a drink and she begins to tell a really animated story that draws in a few of more people. Friends of the couple he guesses. But the man smiles and laughs when prompted but his eyes remain on his son. Weird his father thought, as he took a sip of his drink.

He raised his head and saw Jaime talking with a few people as Penelope looked at the lights she put up in the studio - she was proud of how it all came out. Henri turned his attention back to the man who was glaring at his son and when he found him his eyes were lit and full of happiness as he looked at Penelope. Agghh, Henri thought to himself. He's in love with Penelope- maybe he doesn't know it yet, but he is.

Love is never easy, he thought, as he continued to watch the man.