Penelope stretched as she sat up. She finally had a Saturday off, a day all to herself, and she was going to use it for all she could. Even her boyfriend wouldn't be interrupting her day, since he had had to go into work and put out a few fires late last night. So she was gloriously free.

Padding over to the bathroom, she quickly peed and then washed her hands before brushing her teeth. Heading out to the kitchen, she grabbed an apple and burrowed into a corner of the couch, picking up her iPad, leaving it plugged into the charger. Quickly scrolling through the notifications, she smiled to see that she had moves to make in Words With Friends. And there was a new player on her list, a LexiconLover79.

Opening up that game, she knew in an instant that it was Reid, and that she would be up for a mighty tough game. "Really, Reid? Abaxial? What does that even mean?" she muttered as she struggled to find a good word to play.

After finally settling on oxen as her word, she huffed a little as she moved on to her next game. This one against Alex was going in her favor, and she smiled when she saw that the woman had left open a double word-double word opportunity. Scanning her letters, she grinned when she realized that she could take advantage of it, and quickly played pleasing. After the word had been sent, she opened the chat window. I should never have encouraged Reid to play. I am going to be frustrated every time I play against him.

Penelope played through the rest of her games, making certain to send on a heart in the chat window to Erin. With that taken care of, she played a few hands of solitaire before settling into the book she was currently reading. She became so engrossed in the world of her story that she barely heard the sound of her phone going off.

Finally, though, it broke her concentration, and she fumbled for it on the coffee table, bringing it up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hi. I saw that you played. I'm trying to think of a good word to play against you."

"Erin! How goes your weekend?"

"We slept in late today."

Penelope blushed at the thought of what could keep her friend and Rossi in bed late. "That's…nice, I guess."

A rich, throaty, laugh warbled over the phone line, which only deepened Penelope's blush. "Oh, believe me, it was. Delicious is also a word you could use. Look, I don't want to embarrass you any more this morning. Would you like to come to Mass with us tomorrow? I know, you're not particularly religious, but, well, I'd like to have you there."

"I would absolutely love that, Erin. Do you have any suggestions on what not to wear?"

"Just be yourself, you'll fit right in. Though, perhaps, either less cleavage or more glitter."

Penelope couldn't help but giggle at that. "Ah, either less or more distraction, gotcha. Anything else pressing?"

There was a slight pause, and she knew that something was up. "Nothing that I can tell you right now. We're just waiting for the right time. Most likely after I return to the land of the living."

"What do you call what you're doing right now?"

Another laugh escaped Erin's throat. "This is just a half-life. When everyone knows that I've had a miracle or two happen in my life, then perhaps I can tell you what's happening."

"Well, I throw a good party. Just tell me the word, and we can let everyone in the BAU know about this."

"Well, there is the little dilemma of getting Emily Prentiss back here. If you can arrange that, then we can plan the party, I promise."

Already, the wheels were turning in Penelope's head and she nodded to herself. "And that is a promise I am going to hold you to, my dear. I'll talk to you later."

"All right, sounds good. Have a wonderful weekend." They air-kissed before hanging up and Penelope let out an excited squeal as she sat up and took hold of her iPad, quickly starting to plan out everything she would need to do to ensure that Emily was back as soon as possible. She had never been a patient woman, and when given a way to expedite things, she always went for it.

After making up a preliminary list, she set the iPad aside and tried to get back into her book, only to find that her brain was too busy to fully concentrate on the words. Sighing, she thrust the book aside and flopped back onto the couch to stare at the ceiling as the thoughts of the magnificent party that she would throw for Erin and Dave at his place, just as soon as she could convince Clyde Easter to let Emily come over for a very short holiday…