A/N: So I decided on giving you THE chapter tonight as well. And I swear ... If I can not hear the screams on my side of the pond over here in Ireland ... LOL We all good again? Ain't I nice to y'all?

Morgan

The case was a rather simple one and it was something we basically did every day. It wasn't even a case actually. The local PD in Washington just needed a preliminary on a guy they were chasing. The guy had raped several women so far and all of his victims were able to give rather good descriptions but so far they hadn't any luck with finding a guy that matched these descriptions. In order to give a rather accurate profile Hotch decided on sending me and Rossi to some of the crime scenes the rapes happened. Great, with these developments I would never met our new Tech.

I know arguing with Hotch about the choice of people to send out would be not just fruitless, but also stupid. And what would I say was the reason why I needed to stay back? To check out Penelope Garcia?

So I gave in and left for one of the few crime scenes. That could take me and Rossi a while. After all the crime scenes had been all over the city. And with DC's traffic, we would probably spent more time in traffic than at the actual scenes. With my luck we probably would be working these until the end of the day, meaning it would force me to postpone meeting Penelope. My mood just dropped into the basement.

"What got you all sour all of a sudden?" I heard David's voice next to me. And of course he would pick up on it. He was a profiler after all. Like we all were. There was no hiding anything around this team. They would notice anything right away.

"What do you mean 'all of a sudden'?" I asked back irritated. If Rossi thought I was in a bad mood since this morning he hadn't seen anything yet. Each minute I could not go back to the BAU and meet our new Tech my mood took a deeper and deeper nosedive.

"Well, last time I checked you seemed pretty happy and smiling. Now you look like you are ready to kill. What happened?" And of course I wouldn't be that lucky that he would have been wrong. After all David Rossi was never wrong. At least not that I would be aware of it.

"I just … was hoping we could catch a small break after that last case. Just get a day of some good old paperwork and no profiling or chasing another bad guy, you know?" I replied, and I didn't entirely lie. It was something I had been hoping for, it just wasn't my main priority on my mind. But then again I guess if we would have caught a case right away my mood would have been much, much worse.

Rossi only nodded. I wasn't sure if he caught my lie. Pretty sure he did. He always did with UNSUB's, no matter what they told him, so he probably would have figured mine out as well by now. Not that I compared myself to an UNSUB. But he didn't say anything or let anything on. He just nodded.

"I know what you mean. The last case was … exhausting."

After what seemed like a month, but actually was just six hours we finally made it back to the BAU, were able to enhance our profile, based on the information the crime scenes gave us. We already had spoken to Hotch and given him our opinions, glad when he said we could return to the BAU.

Finally I could meet Penelope Garcia. I would just need to drop a few things off at Hotch's office and then have a coffee break, using that to finally meet her.

"When you go towards Penelope's office can you let her know I don't need the information any longer I asked her about an hour ago?" Emily asked, making me turn around.

"You met her?" I asked Emily. Great, now I was the only person who hadn't met her.

"Yeah," Emily answered, looking slightly irritated. "I … she came from a meeting of Strauss maybe a minute or two after you and Dave took off for the crime scenes. Nice girl. Kind of unique, but very nice. Has her own style though," Emily started, and I had honestly no idea what she meant with the last part.

I turned around again, walking first towards the coffee to get a cup and then detouring to her office, finding it … empty. What was wrong with this place?

"If you're looking for Penelope she had to go to the Tech's pool," JJ announced, when walking in the office, dropping a file or two on the desk. "Something about some system or stuff like that," she informed me and I started wondering if we actually ever would meet.

I left her office once more unsatisfied and followed JJ.

XXXXXX

Penelope

I was just on my way back from the Tech's pool. I guess I might have understood now why they didn't seem to be too friendly with me. I seemed to be one of the more privileged ones and have my own office. As one of them pointed out there were only a few – four to be exact – to have their own office. Usually only the ones who were assigned to a specific unit. The majority of them seemed to work all over the place for all sort of departments that needed information on certain things, but wouldn't need information often enough to be in need of their own Analyst.

I just left the eighth floor, getting out on the sixth and make it back to my office when I heard Agent Hotchner calling for me, waving me over. He was surrounded by several more agents, all of whom I could name, apart from one. The one who was standing with his back towards me, who I assumed could be Agent Derek Morgan. But the moment Hotch called me over and I made it through the glass doors back into my department he turned around facing me. And for a moment I stopped in my tracks and adjusted my glasses, being extremely certain I started seeing things.

It didn't help, he was still standing there. The stranger from the club a few weeks back, 'Mr. Handsome' as I liked to call him. The guy I was all obsessed over for a good week. Who I had snuck out on, after spending the most satisfying night of my entire life. Who I told I was a profiler in order to impress him. The guy who turned out to be a profiler himself. And who looked at me right now as if he had the same questions and images running through his mind then me.

I somehow kept walking though. I brushed a few strands of hair out of my face and kept walking towards the agents. Hotch handed me a list the moment I stood in front of him.

"Penelope, see if you could maybe find some people to who this description fits. I know the PD hasn't specifically asked us to look out for it, but I guess any help will be appreciated," Hotch informed me, a small smile gracing his lips. Not that I was in any way concentrating or paying much attention to my boss. I got the main things he said but my eyes never strayed from the chocolate God on my left. I guess that's what they call small world syndrome.