A/n thank again to all who've supported this story. I still don't own anything from either show, although after last night I wish I did!!

Reid sat tying his shoelaces when there was a knock at the door. "Come on in," JJ called.

The door opened, and Mac entered with Peyton, who was in a wheelchair. She was fully dressed and looked very happy.

"Detective Taylor, how are you?" JJ said standing up to meet them. She was glad to see him smile, he'd looked so very sad to her over the last two days.

"I'm good, it's Agent Jareau right?" He pushed Peyton over to Reid's hospital bed.

"Yes, but please call me JJ everyone does."

"Okay, if you call me Mac, and this is Peyton Driscoll I don't think you two have met."

"It's nice to meet you; Spence has been talking about you a little." She took the other woman's hand briefly in hers.

"I'm pleased to meet you JJ. She turned to Reid who had one leg up on the bed, and was swinging the other over the edge. JJ thought he looked about ten years old and completely adorable.

"Dr Reid, I heard you're getting out of here, so I wanted to come by and say thank you."

He flushed and looked at the toes of his sneakers. "I didn't do anything Peyton it was my team."

"That's not true Dr Reid we saw the tape, you tried to save Peyton from a horrible attack, I won't forget it," Mac said.

He flushed a deeper red when Peyton put a hand on his. "Thank you Spencer," she simply said. He looked up and saw unshed tears in her eyes. "You're welcome," he said softly.

"Look, we can't stay, Peyton is getting released as well, and I want to get her home and resting."

"He's such a Mum today." Peyton said winking a Reid, who grinned.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that Dr. Driscoll." He turned back to Spencer. "Please tell your supervisors that I'm grateful for all you guys did, you saved Peyton and Reed from a monster, so you're always welcome at the New York City Crime Lab."

"Thanks Mac." JJ said as they couple turned to leave.

"Goodbye Spencer," Peyton called back over her shoulder.

"Bye," he answered getting off the bed and walking over to JJ. He wrapped his arms around her. It was so good to have her in his arms again. He kissed the top of her head.

"Dr Reid," a voice came from the doorway. A short, plump, black haired nurse with black twinkling eyes pushed a wheelchair into the room.

"Hi Katie," He said eyeing the wheelchair with distrust. "JJ this is Katie, the nurse."

"We've already met, it's nice to see you again Agent Jareau." She smiled brightly at JJ and then turned to Reid.

"You ready to get out of here doctor," She indicated the wheelchair and he frowned.

"I can walk, I don't need that."

"Spencer, don't pout and don't make the nice nurse's job any harder than it has been." JJ said with a wink at Katie.

"Hey, I've been a good patient, right?" His eyes pleaded with the nurse to agree with him. She grinned at JJ and said in a tone used for placating small children. "Yes Dr. Reid, you've been a great patient."

"You don't have to patronize me you know." He let go of JJ and folded his arms defiantly.

"We're not patronizing you Spence, but for someone that wants out of here as badly as you seem to, you're not cooperating very well." JJ explained, with a chuckle.

"Oh alright… I'll get in the damn wheelchair if it makes you happy." He dropped down into the chair and glared at Katie.

"It makes me very happy," she said, pushing him out of the door, followed by JJ who was laughing.

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Emily opened her eyes and noticed three things; the wallpaper in front of her was an ugly sunflower print instead of red and gold stripes. Her stomach was upset and she was naked.

Fuck, what the hell did I do?

Then she remembered and she froze, afraid to turn over and confront the other person in the bed with her. She decided if she just got up and didn't look at him, she could find her clothes, get dressed and get the hell out of the room, before he woke up. Yeah… that's a good plan; that will work. She got out of bed as quietly as she could and began to look for her clothes. Her head was pounding and she was dizzy. She wondered what time it was. She didn't think enough time had passed for her to sober up completely, but she was getting there.

She tripped over one high heel while looking for her bra. She tried to keep her eyes off of him, but failed miserably. He was lying on his back sleeping and looking so good, she wanted to get back into bed and wake him up for round three. Then her good sense finally asserted itself when she found her panties and blouse. She put them on and looked around for her skirt.

He was so hot, and even though he'd been almost too drunk to stand up hours ago, he'd been a fantastic lover. She could still feel his hands on her breasts and his lips on hers. She located her skirt on the other side of the small table and put it on. What he'd done to her had defied description, or maybe it was just her. The fact was that she'd had very few lovers and she'd never had an orgasm. She'd counted four with Morgan. She sat down on the chair and put on her shoes.

She'd gotten what she wanted by default. She'd been crushing on Morgan for months, but she knew that Garcia had strong feelings for him, and she thought he felt the same way, but was too stubborn and independent to do anything about it. Emily had tried to stay away because she thought those two would one day admit how they felt about each other, and that would be that. Then this case had come along and Morgan had ruined his chance with Penelope, or so it had seemed to her. Emily wanted to believe he felt something for her. She wanted to believe he cared for her and wasn't just using her.

She got up, and opened the door to the room. She stepped out and turned toward her room, and couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the two people that turned the corner and walked towards her.

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Adam carried her suitcase to the elevator. He'd expected her to have more luggage but she only laughed and said that packing more then one bag for three days was just too much. He loved to listen to her talk, she was funny and she flirted shamelessly with him, something he wasn't used to. The ride over from the noisy and overcrowded Grand Central Station had been short because of her company, and he had been overjoyed to find out her hotel was near the lab. He had to work the next day so maybe they could have lunch without going across the city.

It was six pm when they got on the elevator to the 5th floor. It was a pleasant ride up, neither spoke but it wasn't an awkward silence either.

"So, how's everyone?" I was really glad to hear that the ME is okay." Garcia asked as the doors opened.

"Yeah, she's okay. I talked to Stella and she told me Peyton is going home tonight." He said following her out to the hallway with her bag.

"That's great, I'm glad for you guys. I hope my sweet Reid is okay, I guess I'll have to call the hospital tonight." She rounded the corner and began to watch for room 519.

"Hey," Adam said in a low voice. "Isn't that one of your agents, looks like she got lucky?" He pointed down the hallway to Emily.

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Garcia looked up in surprise. Emily was looking really disheveled; her blouse was torn and buttoned crookedly. She'd never seen the otherwise immaculately dressed Agent look like that.

She locked eyes with Emily and wondered about the surprised dismay she saw in the agent's eyes.

"Hey Emily, who's the lucky guy," She quipped, and then her world caved in when the door behind the agent opened and Morgan stuck his head out.

"Hey… where ya going beautiful. You forgot something." Emily turned back to shush him and he tossed her bra to her.

Garcia couldn't believe her eyes. Morgan looked at her and smiled stupidly, "Hey baby-girl you didn't have to come all the way to New York to apologize, you could've called."

"Shut up Derek," Emily hissed at him. Garcia was white-faced and trembling.

"Apologize, you think I'm here to apologize, and after you… with her… I -" Penelope knew she shouldn't shout but she couldn't help it. This couldn't be happening. She was there to spend time with Adam, not deal with Morgan.

"Penelope, please don't shout." Emily interjected, and flinched when Garcia strode up to her. Her eyes were blazing and full of tears.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do you bitch?" She reached out and slapped Emily as hard as she could.

"Penelope, I'm sorry, I -"

"Shut up, get out of my sight!"

Emily turned, threw Morgan a hateful look, and Penelope watched her walk away. She ignored the look of incredulity on Adam's face.

"As for you Morgan, I outta rip your balls off and feed them to the pigeons." She advanced on him and he had the good sense to begin to look slightly wary.

"I see your new geeky friend is with you, did he come up here for a quick fuck?"

She was stunned, he'd never spoken to her like this, who the fuck did he think he was. "Shut up Morgan it's none of your damn business." They were standing toe to toe, and she wanted to slap him like she had Emily.

"What is going on? We can hear you two all the way down the hallway." Reid's voice came from the hall near Adam.

"Stay out of this Reid; this is between me and Morgan." She pushed him back into the room and followed him, slamming the door behind her.

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Reid looked at JJ who was looking at Adam, who was looking at the door to Morgan's room. "What's going on," Reid demanded of Adam, who was looking like he'd just swallowed vinegar… on purpose.

"I don't know, Penelope came up to stay for a few days and I picked her up at the train station and we came here, because this is where she's staying and then… I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders and looked miserable.

"Ah - so you're Adam." Reid asked, beginning to understand the other man's distress. "Trust me; she likes you, she's just clearing up a few things with my incredibly blind and stupid colleague. Why don't you go into her room, she'll be back looking for you, I promise."

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"Are you out of your fucking mind Morgan? How dare you talk to me or my friend that way?"

She jabbed one finger into his bare chest, and a secret part of her cheered when contact with his bare skin didn't send her into ecstasy. She jabbed him again and he retreated from her.

"You've got some kind of nerve assuming I came here to apologize and beg your forgiveness. You're the one that made the scene in the lab. Didn't you think when I didn't answer your call today that just maybe I didn't want to talk to you?"

"Sweetness I -"

"Don't call me that, you don't ever get to call me that again." She shoved him hard and he sat down on the messy bed, that, and the lingering smell of sex confirmed all she'd seen in the hallway. Tears began to fall, because she had loved him and she was humiliated that he would fall into bed with Emily Prentiss this way.

"Baby-Girl I know you don't believe me, but I do love you," He said, looking up at her.

She moved away from him to stand by the far wall, she couldn't stand to be close to him. "I do believe you, I think you care in your own way, and it isn't the way I want or need. Can't you just accept that and let me be happy with Adam. He's a sweet guy and he likes me for who I am. I'm not a convenient friend he can tease and flirt with when the urge is there." She watched him frown over this for awhile, and she made herself close her heart to the hurt that had come into his eyes when he looked up at her.

Heart pounding, she crossed back to him and put a hand on his face. "I'll always care for you Derek Morgan, but I can't do this anymore. Goodbye."

"Penelope… wait please!"

"No… I'm here for Adam not you!" She ran out the door slamming it behind her.

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He waited in her room pacing up and down, wondering if she'd come here just to make that other guy jealous and if she had he wouldn't stand for it. He may be a nerd but no one made a fool out of Adam Ross. He went to the door and put his hand on the knob. A knock sounded from the other side and he started in surprise.

"Adam, the door's locked and you have my key card." Her voice came from the other side. She was back; she hadn't stayed with the other guy. His heart began to beat again. He opened the door and she was crying but she was also smiling at him.

"Penelope, is everything ok? He stepped back to let her in.

"No, but it will be." She stepped up to him and kissed him firmly.

Something leapt up into his chest that he'd never felt before. Everything was going so fast, but his connection to her wasn't something he could deny. It was like he found the missing part of his soul, in her eyes.

He gently pushed her back. "Penelope, I - don't you think we should slow down?"

"No, sweet boy I don't, please don't push me away. I like you a lot and I want to be with you. I want to go wherever this takes us. He looked into her eyes that were so unhappy and he knew he could never resist her.

He threw out all of his doubt and reached out a trembling hand to touch her face. "Are you sure Pen?"

Her answer was to kiss him senseless. When he could think again his shirt was gone and he was unbuttoning her blouse, he pushed it down her arms and lowered his head to kiss her breasts through the red lace bra she wore.

He felt her tense in his arms and he looked up. She looked like a deer in the headlights. "Baby, what's wrong." She struggled out of his arms and ran to the light switch. She turned it off and plunged them into darkness, broken only by the light seeping in around the curtains.

"What did you do that for?" He demanded.

"Well the sun is going down and it'll be dark outside soon so -"

He couldn't see her face but he heard something in her voice that told him she was making an excuse. "Penelope, what is it, tell me!"

"I - I'm not perfect!" She blurted out suddenly and he could hear the tears in her voice."

"You're not perfect, what the hell are you talking about."

"I d-don't have a perfect body, I'm not s-skinny and beautiful l-like JJ or E-Emily." He heard her spit out into the darkness.

He understood suddenly why she was upset, and he damned the FBI agent that she worked with in his head. "Baby, is that what you think, that the guy you work with likes perfect women and that's why he slept with your so called friend?"

She sniffed and didn't say anything. "If he does then he's a fucking idiot," Adam said, he pulled the zipper on his jeans and quickly shed the rest of his clothes including his shoes and socks. He heard her gasp and he moved past her, his eyes accustomed to the half light and he found the light switch. She was looking at the floor when the lights came on again.

"Look at me," he commanded. "See how imperfect I am with your own eyes."

He endured her scrutiny for a silent moment then he asked her a question. "Do you know why there's very little full frontal male nudity in movies?"

She grinned at him and shot back, "because God is a man?"

"Cute, Penelope very cute. He took her hand and pushed her down on the edge of the bed. He sat next to her. "In an interview a studio executive once said that the reason you don't see that in the movies, is that the male member isn't attractive."

Penelope snorted out a laugh and Adam grinned. "So here I am in all my naked glory and my unattractive male member."

"Okay you made your point." She took off her shoes then she stood and took off the rest of her clothes.

Adam whistled appreciatively when she stood before him unclothed. "Girl you ain't got nothin on Marilyn Monroe."

"What," she said narrowing her eyes at him her hands going to her hips.

"Marilyn Monroe, one of the worlds most beautiful women, she had what they used to call an hour glass figure. She didn't have six pack abs or skinny thighs, she was full figured. Women used to look like that before society began to tell us we have to be ultra skinny and perfect."

He saw the relief come into her eyes and he stood up turned down the bed and said, "Make yourself comfortable my lady." He watched her get into the bed and take off her glasses. He flipped off the lights.

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She panicked a little when he turned off the lights since she was already blind without her glasses, but then he climbed into the bed and kissed her. His hands wrapped around her. As they moved over her body, she forgot what her eyes couldn't see. She felt his breath on her neck then his mouth found her lips again. His hands continued to move all over her upper body, and his mouth moved down to nip at her breasts.

Now, her near blindness turned the world into a slow, erotic dream. Their bodies joined after long agonizing minutes of stroking and kissing. In the half dark, half light world she fell under him rocking to the edge of sweet, tortuous bliss. The agony ended in a burst of wild pleasure that made her cry out his name. He followed her into sweet release after two more, slow, deep thrusts. It was over, he lay on top of her kissing her neck and then her mouth while his hands brushed back her sweat soaked hair from her forehead.

"I think I'm falling in love with you Penelope Garcia."