Morgan had kissed her like no one else ever before and then drove off-leaving her alone in front of the restaurant feeling completely stunned down to her bones. She got in a cab and managed to make it home. Her clothes were soaked from the rain so she decided the first thing she needed to do was to get out of her wet clothes. And then she needed a plan. A good one. Because Morgan was majorly pissed at her.

It wasn't as if Penelope didn't think they didn't have any chemistry or passion for each other, despite having said it earlier. That was just an excuse. Something to use other than 'You and I don't work'. And it was all Morgan's fault for being so … strange. First he flirts with her like there is no tomorrow and then he suddenly draws back, not doing anything. What was he thinking? Of course his excuse that he wanted her to have time and think things through, wanting to make this about them instead of sex was a good excuse, but she knew it wasn't only this. He could have talked to her about this, he had never been shy of words around her before. So why start this now?

She knew she wouldn't settle down before this all wasn't cleared, so only ten minutes after she arrived she left again, her destination Derek Morgan's house. They needed to speak about this sooner or later anyway. And better now, when it was all still fresh and they would have energy. Because come Monday there were too many things that could interfere with it and that was something she didn't want. Not wanting to wait for the team to return from some case to speak to him. Because one thing was for sure, she sure as hell would have this conversation face to face and not over a telephone line.

Exactly twenty-six minutes later she knocked on Morgan's door, knowing he wasn't asleep, seeing that it was only after 9pm. On the ride over she had managed to get her head cleared somehow. She was still confused and irritated, but no longer angry. Well, not much at least.

Morgan opened the door at the second knock, looking at her shocked and also surprised. He didn't expect her at all, especially not now. Not saying anything, he just stepped aside, letting her in and then closed the door with a sigh. This … could be interesting.

There was silence for a while, neither of them wanting to start. Morgan didn't know what to say, what she wanted, whether she was angry, mad or aroused and what she came for to begin with. Okay, maybe he had a fairly good idea why she came.

Penelope, on the other hand, wasn't sure what to say either. Morgan had been kind of angry with her before and then he kissed her before walking away looking angrier than she had ever seen him. She noticed the clothes he was wearing, his usual work out stuff and she noticed the sweat that was glistering on his upper arms. He had been working out, and judging by the sweat on the front of his shirt, he had been working out rather heavy. Never a good sign.

She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from his upper arms, and couldn't forget the feeling she had when they were wrapped around her, pushing her further into the rest of Derek Morgan's perfectly sculptured body. What would she give to have them wrapped around her again. Just once.

"Do you want to stare at my upper arms a bit longer or was there actually a real reason you came for?" he asked, sounding bitter. And Penelope somehow couldn't blame him. Even now she still couldn't believe she said they had no chemistry going on. Because they always had, no matter how much she tried to ignore it.

"Can I just stare at them for another five minutes while I think of what to say?" she asked, smiling sweetly at him and getting a smile in return. Flattering Morgan always worked. At least for her. She didn't know about any other women, not that she really cared.

"Can we start again?" she all of a sudden asked, surprising not only Morgan, but also herself. Although, she was rather surprised about what she said, while Morgan seemed more shocked that she spoke at all. Not before her five minutes were up at least.

"What do you mean?" he asked confused, walking towards her, but surpassing, sitting down on the nearby couch.

"Us. Can we start again? From scratch?"

That only got her a look. No response.

"Let's forget about the last few weeks, about Kevin, about Marcus, about everything. Let's forget about the weekend, about tonight and that kiss. Just … let's start from scratch," she continued, knowing perfectly well that in this moment she made a choice. She didn't just choose him over Marcus, something that wasn't too surprising thinking about it. As a matter of fact it had always been a rather unfair competition. Marcus never stood a chance. There never was anyone else then Morgan, and there never would be. She finally had to admit that. She also chose to lay it in Morgan's hand, to decide about her fate, so to speak. It was up to him to decide what he wanted and where he wanted them to move. If that kiss earlier was any indication than she didn't have to worry about anything. But she couldn't be sure about that, couldn't be certain that this was any indication for anything.

She saw Morgan getting up again, walking around and standing in front of her, with an expression that didn't tell her anything at all. And she somehow didn't have a good feeling about this. Swallowing hard she felt like it took him hours to finally respond.

"Penelope," he started, looking rather serious. "I can't … "

Hearing just those words everything in her shattered and she knew. She knew this awful, sick, stomach churning feeling she had never known before.

This is how it must feel when your heart gets broken, in a trillion little pieces, not able to ever be repaired again.

A/N: I can feel the death glares already...