A/N: I don't update on Mondays because it's the only day that I have 3 classes. Just sayin. Plus leave reviews if you want chapter 15. (or else) *gives look that makes you shiver*

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Penelope was on her way out of the office. She was ready to go home and sleep the night away, it had been a long, long, day. One of which consisted of reprogramming Kevin's computer, ignoring the fuck out of Derek Morgan, and deciding whether she could sneak her cat in tomorrow. Charles may or may not have trashed her apartment like a crazed rock star in a cheap hotel room, and she was undeniably fearful to find out. On her way to the elevator she saw Emily, whom she gave a tired smile.

"Heading out too?" The elevator doors buzzed open after she spoke, and they both silently stepped inside.

"Actually, few of us are getting drinks, you want to join?"

Penelope shook her head. "No, i'm just going to take the bus home."

Emily nearly cringed and she pulled her phone out. "I'll have Morgan drive you. He's the only one not coming either."

Garcia's heart sped at the simple mention of his name. "No, No, No. I'm fine, really. Don't bother him."

The profiler watched her for a few moments before slowly slipping her cell back into her pocket. "What's the deal with you two?"

"What deal? There is no deal." Her voice sounded shaky even to her own ears.

There was an eerie silence.

"Goodnight, Penelope." Emily bid, smiling politely.

She returned her smile, but she it came out more of a grimace. "Goodnight."

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Derek had been in a mad mood all day, and it was hard not be. Reid was making plans to lay down the geek charm with penelope, whom he was sure, hated his guts. Besides that, his entire team was giving him side stares like they thought he would explode.

He wanted to explode.

The red light came on in front of him, and there were no cars passing, so he drove right passed it. He wasn't in a rush to get home, actually, he really didn't want to go. But the case had wrapped up early, and he wanted to make dinner and watch the game.

All the lights were turned on again as he marched up the steps. He didn't understand why she loved to do that. Derek opened the front door, walked though foyer and pulled off his jacket before even looking up. When he did, though, the breath left his lungs. Jeans, boxers, socks, and a robe scattered the floor of the living room, leading a trail to the coach.

It was there that Arielle sat, her legs wrapped around the waist of some guy, riding him until she heard Derek's sharp intake of breath. His mouth had fallen open in shock, disgust, and utter horror as he watched his wife move off the guy's dick and it fell against the man's hairy stomach with a nauseating twack sound.

He was fucking traumatized.

Naked as a fucking jaybird, she came toward him, and his stomach lurched.

Freed from whatever spell had held his shoes to the carpet, he turned and left the house without another breath. The images swirled back and forth in his head, and he'd just gotten down the front steps when the contents of his lunch came back up.

He dropped to his knees on the wet grass, staring up at the dark sky that was littered with glowing points of light. He didn't know if someone was up there laughing at him, but it sure felt like it. The front door opened behind him, and a voice he was quickly coming to despise drifted over him.

"It was a mistake, derek. You weren't here and-"

"How long?" He asked, the end of his voice cracking slightly.

"It's the first-"

"DON'T LIE TO ME. HOW FUCKING LONG HAS THIS BEEN HAPPENING? HUH? IS IT EVERY TIME I'M GONE?" He screamed, and her eyes widened and watered. He scrubbed his hand over his face, moving backward to put as much distance between them as possible. "I should have fucking known."

"Stop derek! You're wrong! John and I were just talking when-"

"John? Is that is name? Well, I'm beat the living shit out of john." He rasped, taking a step to the house. Arielle half ran toward him, grabbing his hand tightly. Another wave of disgust washed over him when the smell of her arousal attacked him. He pulled his arm away roughly, and she stumbled. Her leg slipped on his vomit, and she fell backward onto it completely.

And then he left.

He put his keys in his car and left the house he had bought three years ago. He left the one person he thought he could trust, along with every ounce of dignity he had possessed. He rolled down his window and spit out the mouthwash he'd dug out from his trunk as he drove. He felt the tears trailing down his face and he felt his contracting painfully.

He also felt more broken than ever.

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It was exactly 9:54 when Penelope heard the pounding on her door. She'd been peacefully dreaming of a tall, dark FBI agent. Oh, a sweet, sweet, dream it had been. She was cranky because of the interruption, and she was confused at who the hell it could be. If it was Kevin she was going to beat him with his own crutches.

Without checking the peephole, she pulled her door open, surprise awakening her tired eyes. Standing at the door was none other than Derek Morgan, who truly looked like shit, but also damn sexy in such an unfair way it was disgusting. His eyes are rimmed with a redness that can only suggest he'd been crying. His bottom lip is split slightly in one corner, and his shoulders are slumped like a child that got caught smearing makeup on the walls.

"I'm sorry for being such a fucking asshole. You didn't...shit, I'm sorry." He apologized, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. Both of them stood there for a long moment after, because neither of them knew what to say. Derek just kind of stared at her, his roaming over her in a way that made her slightly uncomfortable.

"Okay." She said finally, wondering if he'd come all the way to say that. His eyes flash up to hers for a moment, and she can see something burning under the surface.

"What's wrong with woman? Why are you people never satisfied with anything? Why are you all always fucking looking for more?" A flash of anger and frustration cross his eyes, and he kicks the board under his feet, slumping his shoulders further. There's another pregnant pause and penelope doesn't know what the hell to say, because she's still tired and she wonders had gone mentally insane.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, again. I didn't mean you, I mean, fuck!" He rubbed his hands against his face before hitting the wall, hard.

"Don't do that!" She tells him firmly, and he stops, turning back to her.

"I'm sorry." He peeks up from under his lashes at her, and she wants to reach out and kiss him better. He looks like a pained little boy.

"What happened to you?" She asks softly, and then he was suddenly standing in front of her. She can feel the heat from his body as he stands only inches away, his head bent so his nose brushes by hers. His breath is hot and minty against her cheek.

"Can we just...not ask questions for a while? Because I really want to do this." His words end and he presses her firmly against him, his mouth descending on hers in one swift movement. His arm wraps around her waist and she moans softly when his tongue slips into her mouth. She can already feel the straining in his jeans as their hips graze each other's, and shit, he's about the size of a small European country.

The kiss ends and his lips continue against her jaw and down her neck, in a way that makes her tingle all over.

"I really need to know, derek," She declares, her breath quick.

"Yeah? well, I need this. I need you." He murmurs softly into her skin. His hands travel from her back down to her ass, gripping it and pulling her tighter to him as she shifts his hips forward. She wraps her arms around his broad shoulders and pulls him closer, leaning on her toes as she kisses him desperately.

She couldn't deny that she needs him too.