A/N: My goal is still to have most part of the story up before i go on vacation. Technically we have a bit more than half the story up. Half is done already!

Penelope really wasn't sure about this anymore. Maybe JJ had been right. Maybe she should just leave these things to the police, but then again… she had a date and couldn't really get herself to pull out last minute. Not when she thought she was on to something.

Going through her closet, she decided she needed something tight, short and colorful. She needed his attention – well not need as in craving, but she wanted to make sure he wouldn't be distracted by anything. This was important!

High heels thrown in to the mix worked well. Her hair would be a mix of half up and half down, a few single strands falling out of a bun and creating a bit of a mess. She read somewhere men were totally into that. She highly doubted it, looking she felt more like a hooker than anything right now, but it was too late now to change again. It had to do.

About an hour later she walked into the company for a second time, seeing the surprised expression on Steve's face. She simply smiled, before sitting down in one of the comfy armchairs, waiting for Martin to come down. It didn't take long and he appeared, stopping in his tracks for a moment when he saw her. Bingo.

"You look absolutely fabulous," he said, moved closer and tried kissing her, but Penelope turned her head away quickly, so his wet lips landed on her cheek.

"Ready to go?" she asked, smiling at him and saw him nodding.

"What did you have in mind? My place or yours?" she heard him ask and for a moment needed to look at him surprised, if not even a bit shocked.

"I… um… how about we start with a drink at a bar or so and then see how the evening develops?" she suggested and saw he wasn't exactly excited about her suggestion, but nevertheless agreed. A moment later they left the company, Penelope clinging to his arm since Martin had quite a speed in walking and she barely was able to keep up in her skyscraper heels.

They discussed what bar would be best – or more Penelope made suggestions which all might or might not have interested her companion – until they settled for one just a few streets down from where Martin worked. Finding a cozy booth at the back, Penelope was worried once again about her plan. If he already was so very direct and into her back at the company, would it really be such a good idea to sit with him, alone, in a booth at the back of the bar?

They ordered drinks and Penelope started on her tactic. She needed to get him to talk. But before she could make up her mind off how to get information she needed, he did her a favor by asking her about Kevin.

"So how was it to date Kevin Lynch?"

"It .um… well…" Penelope started, stopping for a moment to think. She could answer honestly and say how it was, or she could lie a little bit and maybe push Martin towards where she needed him.

"In retrospective very depressing. He was… not a good guy. Picking fights, forgetting anniversaries, being mean to people. Not even sure how I could stay with him this long…"

"Sounds like him," was Martin's short response and a moment later she felt his hand on her leg. Great! She reached for her drink, took a sip and spilled some of her drink. On the skirt of her dress, causing her to use this as aversion and moving slightly, forcing him to remove the hand. This really had been a bad idea.

"Had he… how was he at work?" she asked curiously, hoping she sounded innocent enough.

"He was okay. Didn't speak much. The usual, you know?"

And great, at this speed and progress she would never get anything out of him. That's when she started realizing Martin was already on his third drink, while she had so far only nibbled on hers.

Another hour into the evening and Penelope had a feeling he was royally drunk. Good. Sure, he got a lot more frisky the more alcohol he had in himself. But at some point Penelope decided that she needed the info more than she needed to get his hands off her. In order to get through this, she pretended the hands that seemed to, at certain points, be more or less glued to her body belonged to some very handsome detective who kinda was into frisk searches at this moment. When things got too uncomfortable for her she just moved a bit, back, forth, left, right. That usually stopped the hands for a few moments. Occasionally she needed to lean in, not wanting him to think she didn't want to be here – which was true, she really didn't want to be here, but her need and curiosity to get behind all of this was bigger than her current disgust at him probably seeing her as his entertainment for tonight. Not that she would go home with him. No. Way. On. Earth.

"So tell me…" she started again, when she felt he was almost too drunk. "Kevin and you… what… what was the deal? You know... he spoke about you a few times…"

That was a lie. Kevin never even mentioned Martin, but somehow she needed to get him talk.

"How kinky do you think you are?" she heard Martin ask back and she needed to hold back a groan. Was this the only thing he could think about? Sex?

"Um… well… what do you think?" she asked, not feeling too comfortable answering this question. At her question she saw him smile widely.

"You know how kinky I am?" he babbled, a strong smell of alcohol coming her way and flooding her nostrils. Penelope just shook her head, not sure what else to do and hoped that he didn't take this as encouragement to now bare all and tell her every glorious detail of god knows what.

"A lot of things turn me on," he breathed in her ear. "All sorts of things. Can I ask you something?" he asked and Penelope was already preparing her for bad questions. This had really been a bad idea of hers. And why again was she doing this? But she nodded nevertheless. There wasn't really a way out now.

"What's the size of your shoes? 10?"

"They are 9," she said, noticing the way he looked at her heels. Weird.

"You know when we go back.." she heard Martin say and added to herself 'which we won't' "I really need to try on that dress of yours… It looks so… grrrr."

For a moment Penelope just nodded, then his words sunk in. "You… you want to try on my dress?"

He just nodded, looking her up and down. "Oh yeah baby. That is one hell of a dress…."

"I…. is that … a … um.. kink of yours?" she asked, trying to not to sound freaked out. Usually she didn't mind what people did behind closed doors. It was their thing and if it made them happy... even better. But this…. Involved her, well her dress.

"It's the best. Dressed in high heels, a tight dress, a bit of make-up… oh yeah. Who's your daddy?"

Penelope was about to remark that dressing as a woman would probably make him the 'momma' in this, instead of the 'daddy' but decided on refraining from it. And then a thought hit her.

"Did you ever… mention this to anyone? That you find it hot to be … in… um… in woman's clothes?" To make a point she placed a hand on his chest and looked at him, blinking seductively. Maybe this was the answer.

"No. Well, other than people inside the community of course. And for whatever reason Kevin found out. Bastard."

"He… he found out? How did he… react?" Penelope asked curiously, having a fairly good idea about her ex-boyfriend's reaction.

"Oh he was totally… disgusted. And somehow he found pictures and… well he threatened to make them public, show them to everyone in the company… that little fucker…" she heard Martin mumble and curse. She just found the bottom of it all.

"What did he want for you not… not showing anyone? I mean that is… terrible. Just really… him," it hurt Penelope to say it, but it also fit Kevin.

"He blackmailed me. Six-hundred dollars a month," Martin said. "But that is over now. Now that he is dead," he smiled and Penelope smiled uneasily back at him. She knew Kevin was low at some point, but blackmail? Did she even knew her ex-boyfriend? At all?

Martin took her smile as encouragement and moved forward, pressing his lips against Penelope, who was more than shocked. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him backwards.

"I… am… well, you …" she started, trying to think of a way to let him down gently. But before she could even really start, his hands were all over her again, or at least trying to. Oh god, how could she get out of this again?

A moment later, she was saved, by the most unexpected hero of them all.

"Finally I found you, Baby Girl. When you told me you'd be at this place I wasn't expecting you to go for the spot the furthest in the back…" she heard Detective Morgan say all of a sudden, sliding in next to her and kissing her neck. For a moment Penelope might have thought she'd die. And gone straight to heaven.

She noticed Martin next to her stiffen, his hands all of a sudden gone, but Derek Morgan's now being all over her. Not she minded that. Hell, no. Whole different story.

"Who are you?" Martin asked after what seemed forever, a timeframe that was spent by Detective Morgan nuzzling her neck and shoulders. And never had she actually felt like she felt right now, which sounded rather pathetic.

A moment after Martin had asked, those wonderful lips left her skin and saw him looking up, at the other man. "I'm Derek Morgan, Penelope's boyfriend. She told me she was meeting a friend here and to come by if had the time," he explained nonchalantly. It took Penelope forever to realize what exactly he had said. Did he say boyfriend? But before she could say anything, she felt his fingers under her chin, turning her head so she was facing him.

"I missed you momma," he said and a moment later his lips landed on hers for the softest of kisses. It was quick and soft, his lips lingering on hers for no longer than a split second,

"Boyfriend?" she heard Martin behind her, but wasn't really registering it. "You have a boyfriend?" he asked again, this time sounding slightly angry.

"I… um… yes. I… um… didn't I mention that?" she asked, innocently and felt a hand come around her shoulders from behind, pulling her softly into a hard and muscular chest. And that she certainly could get used to.

"No you might have forgotten to mention that…" Martin said, looking annoyed. And Penelope couldn't really blame him. Much. But than again it wasn't as if she said straight out she was single or making active, very straight-forward moves on him.

"Hm… sorry about that," she said, biting her lower lip, before reaching for Derek Morgan's arm, which was right now wrapped softly around her.

"Will you look at the time, Hot Stuff," she started, pushing his fabric of his jacket and shirt back to reveal a watch she had hoped to find there. "I… think we should be going to... you know… that thing we had planned…"

"You mean that thing at my place in my bedroom?" he smirked at her and Penelope just nodded, not caring what that could or could not sound like. A moment later she saw him get up, pulling her up in his arms a few second after.

"I can hardly wait for that … thing," he still smiled at her.

He stopped for a moment and Penelope saw him looking at her, than at Martin and a second later she felt his lips on hers again, but not a quick, soft peck, like previously. No, this was a full blown kiss, with his tongue first tracing her lips before slipping past them and starting a wild dance with her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper and he only seemed too happy to comply.

When their lips parted again, Penelope felt a blush coming up. She wasn't used to this much public affection – especially when the affection was an act, which she assumed at this stage it was. She half expected whistles and clapping after their little show, but all she saw were grins, but nothing more.

"It was nice meeting you," she saw Morgan saying towards Martin, before reaching for her hand and pulling her softly to the front of the bar and finally outside – having a feeling this evening was far from over.