A/N: Glad no one passed out more than necessary. LOL And that I could make you all so very happy.


Morgan

When I heard Hotch calling Penelope my heart stopped beating for a second. All I had to do was turn around and I would finally see her, finally meet her, finally be able to match a face to the name. So when I turned around I was full of hopes and expectations somehow, but never in my life would I have expected to see who I saw. For a second I thought I was hallucinating again, but when I blinked two, three times she still stood in front of me. A couple of yards away from me, but still, she stood there. My mysterious blonde from a few weeks ago. And she looked better than I even remembered. Her colorful outfit and the shoes would probably have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but on her it looked amazing. It fitted her perfectly. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me and her face changed to what could only be described as shock. In that moment I remembered that she had told me on our first meeting that she was a profiler. I knew it was a lie, but I wasn't aware that one way or another she wasn't entirely lying. Not that it mattered right now anyway.

She walked further towards us, and I couldn't stop grinning. The two women I hadn't been able to get out of my mind for the last few weeks - one who actually took over for the other one- turned out to be one and the same. Somehow a sudden relief set in. Although I am not too sure about exactly why that was.

While Hotch explained to her what he needed I noticed she could barely rip her eyes away from me to glance at our boss. I sensed that she was slightly nervous, although outwardly she didn't show it that much. Without staring intently at her, like I was, I don't think anyone would have even noticed it. And I have to say, it was kind of cute. Of course I couldn't know whether she was nervous because of me or because this was all rather new to her. But I definitely would find out about that later.

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Penelope

Maybe I should just lock myself in my office. Or I could join the Tech pool, saying I had issues with the system on my computers. They might even believe me. I knew it wouldn't take long for Derek Morgan to come after me, come to my office and do God knows what. I noticed the smile on his lips, so I guess he wasn't too mad about either my lie that I'm a profiler or that I snuck out on him. Usually I would have just said that it's possible he might not even remember who I am, but the expression on his face when he saw me and the smile that curved his gorgeos lips had given him away.

He sure as hell knew who I was. And I was doomed.

Great. The one time I decide on having a one night stand it, of course, turns out to be a colleague of mine. Just great. I wondered to how many people this had happened as well. Maybe I should use my babies to look that up. I decided instead on getting done with Hotch's list for now. Maybe I should just let my machines look, while I escaped. The restrooms seemed very welcome right now, especially since I knew he couldn't follow me there.

When there was a knock on my door I knew I should have made my mind up quicker, since it was too late now. And I didn't even need to turn around to know it was him. I closed my eyes for a moment, wishing this was all just some weird dream and then turned around, opening my eyes again. He stood there. Damn.

He was wearing the same smile on his lips that had me so mesmerized in the first place when we met. He didn't even seem the slightest concerned. Or worried. Or uneasy. Or flustered. Or any of this for that matter. If he looked like anything I would say he looked relaxed. Which only made me more nervous.

"So… Penelope Garcia. We finally met," he started, making me laugh. I was seriously expecting something else. I just nodded, still smiling.

"Looks like it, Derek Morgan." I couldn't help but giggle.

He made a few steps, entering my office fully. His smile getting bigger with each step he took.

"So, tell me, how is that profiling of yours coming?" he asked and I knew he would bring it up sooner or later. Could I just crawl under my table please?

"I … um … it's going rather well actually," I replied, throwing him another smile. At the moment we were just dancing around each other and despite us having a rather nice conversation the chemistry and banter we had in our phone conversations didn't make it into our 'real' ones yet.

"You know, Baby girl," he started once again, walking further into my office until he stood in front of my desk, on my left hand side. He turned around and leaned against it, half sitting on it. This looked like it could take longer.

"You and I are going out tonight," he announced, making me look up at him in surprise. I certainly hadn't seen that coming.

"After all you already snuck out of my life once, I won't let that happen again," he grinned at me.

It left me speechless for a moment. It somehow sounded like a promise. Or a threat. Depending on from which angle you'd see it.

"What makes you think I'm free tonight?" I asked innocently. I knew I was free, but he didn't. Make him see I could have some options. Not that he wouldn't have won any contest about who I should spend tonight with anyway. Hands down.

"Are you? Free tonight I mean," he asked, but not in a curious way. He already knew I was. Must be his darn profiler's instinct. I already think I hate profilers.

"I guess I could find something to occupy myself with if I wanted," I smiled back at him. No one said I had to do this the easy way.

"Oh, you will be occupied with me tonight. I'll pick you up at 8pm," he announced, pushing himself of the table and walking towards the exit of my office. And how on earth did he know my address?

As if he was reading my mind he answered "That one Tech owes me a favor. I'll simply ask her to get into your file and get me your address. And phone number as well, when she's already at it," he turned around, winked at me and left.