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We Meet Again

Penelope smiled as the cat she was playing with batted its paw at the toy she was waving above its head. Simon had come a long way from when he first came in. He was terrified of everyone and everything, he was severely malnourished and covered in fleas. Four months later and he was starting to look and act like a cat. He was all black with the most gorgeous hazel eyes. Penelope was seriously thinking about putting in an adoption application for him.

There was a knock on the door and she turned to see Mickey giving her a wave and a smile. Penelope waved her in.

"He's doing great, isn't he?" Mickey said as she entered the small kennel and leaned against the wall.

"Yeah," Penelope answered. "I can't believe it's the same cat."

"It's all thanks to you."

Penelope shrugged her shoulders. "It wasn't just me. The vets helped so much."

"Yeah - but you've worked with him every time you've come in. It's you he trusts."

Both women watched Simon in silence for a few seconds before Penelope stood up. It was getting late and she needed to get home.

"So - I have a favour…" Mickey said and Penelope resisted the urge to smirk. She knew that was a reason she found her.

"Next weekend we have a new volunteer coming to help out and I wondered if you would show him the ropes?"

"Sure," Penelope responded. "What time is he coming in?"

"About ten - he's coming to my office first so I can get him registered and then we can come and find you."

"Sounds good," Penelope confirmed as they headed to the staff room.

When they got into the dreary room, she opened up her locker and pulled her bag out. When she looked at her phone to see if anyone had texted her, she sighed.

Three texts and a missed call from Kevin.

"Trouble in paradise?" Mickey asked from across the room.

"It's just Kevin," she told her, sparing a glance at her friend. "He keeps saying he thinks he has left things at my house and needs to come over."

Mickey giggled. "Poor Kevin - he's so in love with you. Why did you two break up again?"

"He wanted marriage and I didn't." She shrugged her shoulders.

She could feel Mickey's glance at her from across the room and she did her best to ignore it. She didn't want or need her pity. When Kevin and she broke up she almost felt a sense of relief. He was nice, sweet and funny… but she couldn't see a future with him.

Once Penelope had gathered all of her things, she turned to Mickey. "Have a good night."

"You too," Mickey said as she watched the blonde leave.

Penelope quickly walked to her and got inside, turning the engine over and heading home.

At home, she made herself some dinner (just a microwaveable vegetarian lasagna and a side salad), got changed into some comfy clothes and got out her Nintendo - a night of playing Animal Crossing was on the cards.

When she curled up into bed that night, she couldn't help but think that a furry black cat on the end of the bed might make things a little better.

The next week went by fairly quickly. The team dealt with two cases, both of them getting solved within a matter of days and both resulting in a good outcome. Her, JJ and Prentiss all went out for drinks and a meal midweek which was lovely and she got to babysit Henry when JJ and Will went out for a date night.

On Saturday, she got to the rescue centre and when she had parked up, she headed inside.

She stopped off into the staff room and checked the clock on the wall; she had about half an hour before she was meant to meet the new volunteer so she headed down to the cattery to see Simon.

When she entered his kennel, he greeted her as he did most times she entered by jumping off his cat tree and rubbing himself all over her legs. She reached down and rubbed his furry head.

"How you doing, little man?" she asked, loving just how friendly he had become with her. There was still some way to go. He didn't like being picked up and with strangers could come across as aggressive but he had time. The shelter would give him as much time as he needed and only adopt him out when he was one hundred per cent ready, even if they were already receiving applications for him.

She sat on the floor and he crawled all over her, purring and snuggling into her lap, just enjoying her company.

After a while, there was a knock on the door and Penelope saw Mickey stood on the other side. She stood up and wiped the fur off her clothes and went outside.

Her eyes landed on Mickey and then moved to the figure next to her.

Jeez.

The new volunteer was a very handsome male. He was about six foot two, tanned skin with black hair and brown eyes that resembled melted chocolate. He smiled at her and revealed two dimples on either side of his mouth and she just wanted to kiss them. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt with the buttons open and a white undershirt underneath, allowing her to make out the slightest hint of some very nice muscles. His legs were clad in dark jeans and he had boots on his feet. Everything about him made her heart beat fast and she suddenly became very aware that if she continued to look at him much longer she might break out in a sweat from the physical exertion of trying not to throw herself at him.

Thankfully, Mickey chose that moment to introduce them.

"Penelope Garcia, this is Luke Alvez - our newest volunteer."

"Hi," she greeted, reaching out with a shaky hand. When he took hers in his, she struggled to remember how to breathe.

"Hey," he greeted back. Even his voice was sexy. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," she squeaked out, breath struggling to enter her lungs.

Mickey turned to Luke and Penelope released his hand from hers, immediately noticing its absence.

"Penelope here is going to show you around and show you how we do things around here. It's not too complicated so I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." She gave him a sweet smile and turned back to Penelope.

"Come and get me if you need me." With that, she turned on her heel and walked off.

Luke and Penelope both looked at each other before Penelope felt the urge to say something.

"Let me show you to the kennels."

"Lead the way," Luke said before he gave her a blinding smile.

Those dimples would be the death of her.

Walking down the hallway towards the dog kennels, Penelope became very aware of what she was wearing. Usually, she didn't dress up too fancy when she came the rescue - why would she? But as she looked down at her light blue dress and white sneakers she felt…conscious.

She smoothed the front of her dress down and reminded herself to breathe evenly.

"So," she started, turning to face him slightly as she walked. "Tell me a little bit about yourself."

"There's not much to tell," he began. "I used to be in the Army Rangers - I only came out a couple of months ago - I grew up in New York and I have no siblings. You?"

"I have four step-brothers, I work for the FBI and I grew up in San Francisco."

"You work for the FBI - that's cool. I'm looking into the police at the minute but I don't know if it's for me."

"You'll find the job that's right for you," she reassured him.

When the reached the kennels, she pushed open the heavy door and was immediately greeted by barking.

She turned to Luke once more. "It can get quite loud in here," she told him with a grin.

He grinned back.

"Alright, alright!" She shouted. "Settle down!" Most of the dogs did as they were told and calmed down.

"It's just cause you're new," she reassured him. "Once they get to know you, they won't make a noise when you come in."

Luke looked around at all the kennels that were filled. "I didn't realise there were so many here."

"Believe it or not, this is not considered full." It was sad but true. "We only have about thirty dogs here at the minute and fifteen cats. That's nothing. Around Christmas is when it gets bad."

The rescue was only small but took in as many animals as they could and helped every single one of them with whatever problems they had.

"I could never imagine giving up a pet," Luke said sadly. "I want a dog but want to volunteer here first to make sure I'm suited for one."

Penelope nodded her head. "That's a good idea."

She led Luke over to the supplies cart that was in the corner of the room.

"We generally start by cleaning the kennels first and then once that it is done we take the dogs out for a little one on one time."

Luke nodded.

She handed him a poop scoop. "This job isn't one if you don't like getting mucky."

He grinned at her. "I've been in Iraq covered in sweat and sand - I'm used to mucky."

The image of him covered in sweat made her heart race and she was pretty sure it was seared onto her brain. He'd look good sweaty.

Penelope pointed to the far side of the room. "We'll start over there and work our way back. Then we can start getting the dogs out for their walks."

Luke nodded and followed her over to the far side kennels.

"These little whiteboards on the kennel doors tell you the dog names and any special requirements that they have."

"For example," Penelope began as she knelt next to a kennel. "This is Apple." Apple was a black Labrador cross Border Collie and was one of the sweetest dogs that Penelope had ever met. "She has some slight anxiety issues but you just have to move slowly around her."

Listening to her words, Luke knelt next to the kennel and through the wire, he offered Apple the back of his hand to sniff.

The black dog leaned against Penelope through the wire and carefully sniffed Luke's hand.

Seeing as she had done that, Luke reached his fingers through and gently stroked her side. "Good girl," he cooed softly.

Apple's tail began to wag as she dropped to the floor and rolled over, exposing her stomach.

"There you go!" Penelope praised, giving her a full-on belly tickle as Luke chuckled. "She's going to be going to her new home in a few days. There's a really sweet elderly couple who came in to see her last weekend and they just fell in love with her. One of the other volunteers is going to do a home check tomorrow and then if that all goes well she'll be off."

"Do you have a home?" Luke asked her excitedly, tickling her chin and just generally giving her love.

That's when Penelope realised that nothing made a heartbeat faster than seeing a handsome man tickle a sweet dog.

Boy was she in trouble.

Penelope stood up from the kennel and drew some much-needed air into her lungs.

"Don't worry about feeding the dogs; that's done first thing in the morning and last thing at night." She looked around, not wanting him to see her red face. "Um… I think that's everything. Cleaning supplies are on the cart - if you have any questions, just ask."

Luke nodded and thanked her and then they began to clean the kennels in companionable silence.

Penelope noticed what a good worker he was. He worked quickly but thoroughly and the dogs all seemed to like him - even the shy ones that usually didn't take to anyone.

As they worked, they chatted quietly. She learnt he joined the Rangers because of his dad's history with the police and he thought his mom had the most intimidating stare. During his time in Iraq, he'd worked with bomb dogs and that made him want one now and he thoughts getting a canine companion would help him adjust to life outside the army. He wasn't one for modern music but he did like jazz and he couldn't cook to save his life.

Nothing she learnt about him put her off, which irritated her a little.

Once they had cleaned the kennels and walked the dogs, Penelope found herself laughing with him and joking, even flirting. When she caught herself she felt her face flame and she became so embarrassed. She wasn't looking for anything - so why was she acting like a teenager?

They had lunch together in the staff room where Luke tried some of her vegetarian chilli (he said it was quite nice) and she wrote down the recipe for him.

"You do realise I can't cook right? My friend Phil says I am the worst cook he has ever come across."

Penelope giggled. "We all have to learn somewhere."

"If I try this I'll burn my house down!" He paused and glanced at her. "You'll just have to come over to make sure I'm safe."

She bit her lip and tried to suppress the smile. "I'm sure I could do that."

Two weeks later and that is exactly what Penelope found herself doing. She stood against the counter, watching as Luke mixed everything in the frying pan.

"See, you're doing just fine," she encouraged before she took a sip of her wine.

"Only because you're here to supervise." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and she hid her smile behind her wine glass.

Luke had been a hit at the shelter, with both humans, dogs and cats alike.

He'd come across a twelve week old Belgian Tervuren that he was looking into adopting. Her name was Roxy and her owners had surrendered her to the shelter not long after getting her as they found her to have too much energy. She just had the normal amount of energy for a puppy in Penelope's opinion so she was pleased that she might have found a good home.

"How are things with Simon?"

Just hearing the name made her smile. Penelope had officially brought Simon home a week ago and he was settling in so well. He already had a favourite spot on the couch and loved to sleep right next to her in the bed.

"He's doing really well," she said. "He loves the scratching toy you brought him."

Luke smiled. "It wasn't anything big." And it wasn't. Just a piece of corrugated cardboard shaped like a fish, but he loved it.

"He still loves it."

Luke and Penelope shared a look (they'd been doing that a lot lately) and when the food in the pan began to simmer, Luke's eyes got wide.

"It's alright," she soothed. "Pop it into this bowl and we can eat it." Penelope handed him over a large white bowl and watched as he emptied the pan into the bowl before putting it to soak in the sink.

Penelope checked to make sure everything they needed was on the table and when it was, she went over.

Before she could sit down, she felt one of Luke's warm hands on her back.

As she glanced up at him he smiled. "Let me." He reached out in front of her and pulled the chair out for her, gesturing with his hand for her to sit.

She did so with a blush on her face.

Dinner was beautiful. Luke had done well and when she told him so, he grinned and did a little bow.

"I couldn't have done it without you," he told her.

"The more you cook the easier it gets."

Luke shook his head. "I've been trying to cook since I was seventeen; I think it's gotten harder."

Penelope giggled.

After dinner, Penelope helped Luke wash up and then they sat together in the living room.

"My mom will be so pleased I can now cook one decent meal. I'm sure she thinks that I'm going to starve one of these days."

"Well I expect to get some of the credit," she teased.

"Oh definitely," he reassured her, his brown eyes glinting with delight.

They both just stared at each for a moment, taking the other person in as they enjoyed the silence and companionship.

"You're very beautiful," Luke told her and Penelope immediately felt her whole body flame. "Sorry, I've wanted to tell you since I first saw you." He looked down into his lap and then shyly met her eyes.

"I thought you were pretty handsome when I first saw you too," Penelope admitted. "It was those dimples that got me."

Feeling emboldened, she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, her thumb slipping into the dimple dent.

Luke's eyes darkened and her mouth went dry.

His eyes darted down to her lips and then back up to her eyes.

She licked her lips.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

She didn't hesitate to answer. "Yes."

Luke smiled and moved forward as she gripped his face and their lips met.

Perfection.

His lips were soft against hers and they slanted every so slightly, capturing her top lip between both of his.

They kissed and kissed and kissed - until neither of them had any breath in their body.

His arms were locked around her waist, holding her close to him as hers moved from his face to his neck, pulling him closer.

When Luke pulled away to breathe, Penelope decided she didn't want him to go far and pressed her lips to his tan neck, tasting the salt that sat there.

He groaned and let his head fall back, encouraging her to explore more of his skin.

She didn't need encouragement and began to make her way to the top buttons of his shirt that were open. She kissed the small amount of chest that she could reach before moving her hands to his buttons and slowly revealing more of his skin to her.

Luke's hands squeezed her hips as she kissed down his chest, swirling her tongue over the hard muscles that were exposed to her eyes.

As she started to kiss her way back up his chest, his hands moved to her face and he pulled her up, pressing hips lips fervently to hers.

Then, much as she did to him, he worked his way down her body, kissing her neck and chest as his fingers reached the side of her dress and he slipped the zipper down.

He raised his head and used his nose to nudge the straps down her arms, planting kisses across her shoulders.

"Your skin is so smooth," he mumbled, lost in the feelings.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he pulled her dress down and exposed her simple black cotton bra.

She whimpered when he moved closer to her breasts.

Luke's roving mouth slipped into the valley between her breasts and his tongue laved at the skin, goosebumps appearing in its wake.

When one hand of his slipped to her back he glanced up at hers.

"May I?"

Again, she didn't hesitate. "Yes."

He grinned and unclasped her bra, letting the material go slack against her body before he pulled the straps slowly down her arms. When they got to the crooks of her elbows, his finger slipped underneath the middle of her bra and he looked at her once more.

She nodded and held her breath.

Luke pulled the material away from her skin, revealing her breasts.

Penelope closed her eyes and waited.

She didn't have to wait long.

Luke let out a groan and then dove in… literally.

His face was between her breasts, one hand moving up to grasp and pinch at her pretty pink nipple as his other grabbed a hold of her ass and pulled her body to his, letting her feel his hardness.

Penelope moaned and luxuriated in the feel of him. His tongue moved up to lave her lonely nipple; the tip stroking the peak of her breast before he closed his lips around it and sucked the rapidly heating flesh into his mouth.

"Luke…" she sighed, feeling utterly content and completely turned on at the same time.

She could feel his grin against her breast.

He kissed his way down her body, pulling her dress down until it pooled at her feet and she kicked it off, her shoes coming off at the same time

She was finally left in her black cotton underwear with pink hearts on.

"Cute," Luke remarked when he saw them.

He didn't stop for long though and hooked his hands on either side of her underwear and then dragged them down her body, his fingers brushing her smooth legs.

When she was naked, Luke took a dainty ankle into his hand and raised her leg up to his mouth, forcing her to lie down on the couch as he sunk to his knees before her.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her foot and then started a sensuous dance up her leg, his tongue licking a trail up to the apex of her thighs.

When he got to her pussy, he breathed over it, grinned and released her leg. Very quickly he grabbed the other ankle and kissed the skin on the inside of her foot, smiling with pleasure as Penelope groaned beneath him and her hips gyrated, desperate for some friction.

He worked his way up her leg, repeating the same ministrations as he had before, using just the tip of his tongue to stimulate her.

But this time, when he got to the apex of her thighs, he didn't stop. He carried on, immersing himself in her pussy.

He pressed his mouth against her clit and she reared off the couch, pleasure running through her veins like liquid gold.

"Oh!" It hit her like a freight train and she closed her eyes against the onslaught.

Luke was ruthless; his tongue was relentless and his hands grasped at her thighs to keep them open, to keep her pussy exposed to him.

Her body arched and she grasped the cushions on the sofa, biting her lip as Luke's tongue worked her over.

As her orgasm began to build, she opened her eyes and looked at the erotic scene in front of her.

She could see the top of Luke's head, his dark hair a contrast to the golden curls that he was currently buried in; her legs shaking on either side of his head as his large hands held her open to him.

She released one cushion from her grip and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling lightly.

When he didn't stop, she used her other hand to grasp his hair and pull him away from her.

His eyes searched hers and she could see the worry in them that he had done something wrong.

"I want you," she told him boldly. "Inside me - now."

The worry was replaced by lust and he shot to his feet, roughly shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs in one swoop.

His erection was large, hard and thick - in other words, the perfect erection.

Her mouth went dry and her pussy flooded with moisture.

He kicked his shoes off and pulled his socks off.

"Condom?" she breathed, praying that he had one. She didn't want to stop now. Not that she was so close to getting what she wanted.

Luke nodded and walked to the side of the couch, he opened the drawer in the sideboard and pulled out a little foil packet.

Penelope pushed herself back on the sofa and laid down, bending her leg at the knee and biting her lip as he walked over to her.

He knelt above her and then lowered his body on top of hers, letting her feel everything.

They both moaned.

As Luke opened the wrapper, Penelope took the condom from him.

He watched with rapt attention as she took the rubber between her hands and slowly slid it onto his large cock, her hands passing over him a few extra times.

"Christ," he breathed, his chest puffing out and his eyes closing.

"He's not here," Penelope whispered, placing on hand on the back of his neck as her other grasped his large cock and guided him into her. "It's just us."

When he was fully sheathed inside her, they both let out a collective breath.

Luke smiled at her from above and leaned down to press a tender kiss to her lips.

"You can move," she told him, both of her hands going to his firm ass, encouraging him.

"I plan to," he responded, pressing his face into her neck as his hips started a slow rhythm.

Penelope let out a moan and squeezed her eyes closed tight.

"You feel so good," he groaned into her neck. "So good!"

She wanted to comment. To say that he felt pretty good too. But the words left her mouth when he hitched his leg up higher and thrust harder into her, hitting that spot.

"Oh!" Her hands desperately grasped at his backside and her fingernails dug into his tan skin.

"There?" he asked.

"There!" she gasped. "Right there!"

Luke's mouth sucked harder on her neck and one hand came up to her head and used it to push harder into her. His other slipped between them, finding that little bundle of nerves that was tingling, and pressed down.

Penelope's back arched high in the air and her hips bucked into his.

Moans, groans and whimpers fell out of her mouth and she clutched him.

Her eyes were closed so tightly that she began to see stars and she found it hard to breathe. Her lungs felt like they were on fire and pleasure was surging through her veins.

"That's it," Luke encouraged. "Let go."

He lowered his head and sucked a sensitive nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak and she flew off the edge.

Her whole body went rigid and her mind went black, nothing but pleasure radiating from her body.

Above her, Luke groaned when he felt the wet heat flood around his cock and two more thrusts and he was done for.

He released her nipple and shoved his face in between her breasts, moaning into her skin as his thrusts turned shaky and uneven.

He lay on top of her for a few seconds before he pulled out and kissed her on the lips.

She smoothed his hair away from his face and gave him a smile, tiredness seeping into her body.

When he rested his forehead against hers, all she could do was smile.

The next morning when she woke, she was in his bed. They'd finally made their way upstairs and fallen asleep together.

It had been a wonderful night… but now Penelope felt strange. She liked Luke. There was no denying that. But she wasn't sure if she wanted a relationship with him.

So she did what they do in all great movies. She left a note on the bedside table that said 'Thanks' and crept out before he woke up.

She rang Mickey and changed the days she volunteered, not wanting to run into him again. It had been a fantastic night and one she would certainly remember.

3 Years Later

Penelope watched in fascination as Reid continued to explain to Rossi how asking certain questions when you met someone could make them fall in love with you in twenty minutes. Matt was sat off to the side, not really listening as he sat on his phone, probably texting his wife and Tara looked on with fascination.

She loved these people so much.

"Good morning," JJ greeted as she walked into the meeting room with a coffee in hand. "Emily and I would like to introduce you all to someone."

Penelope peered behind JJ and then felt her jaw drop.

"This is Luke Alvez and he'll be joining us at the BAU."

Luke's eyes scanned the room and when he saw her, he got a look of recognition on his face, a grin spreading across his features as embarrassment consumed her.

"Luke, this is David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Matt Simmons, Tara Lewis and-"

"Penelope Garcia." Luke finished for her.

"We meet again," he said, talking directly to her.

Penelope could feel the team's eyes on her and whilst she could feel her face flaming, there was another thought present.

Damn, those dimples look just as good on him as they did three years ago.

Thank you for reading.