I OWN NOTHING. SADLY.

AN: Aloha! Here is my new fic. It's somewhat less angst than another ones of mine. For now. I'll update the final chapters of 'Do you love me?'

"Damn it" Penelope growled as she moved the heated plastic cup from one of her hands to the other one "This shit is hot!"

She should not have lost another minute of her time at that Starbucks. Her watch made clear that there was no time for that.

But she needed her little drug. As much as inventing a believable excuse to tell her new boss. And Mr. Hotchner didn't sound very funny.

Penelope walked as fast as her stilettos would allow her. She definitely should have checked the length of that tight red dress twice. The lower part was way above her knees, too much for her liking.

She was too busy with her dress. He was too busy running up the street. His hard body collided with her. Rather, his strong chest collided with her burning coffee.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

"Sorry," he looked genuinely mortified. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Look what you've done!" Penelope screamed in frustration, pointing to the huge coffee stain over her cleavage.

He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, but not looking away from her ample breasts "Need help?"

"NO!"

He flashed a smirk, and that simple gesture made her know that he was about to turn into a complete asshole.

"You might want to think about my offer" he whispered, looking lasciviously at her body "You'll not regret"

Oh no. She'd no time for such a fool man. But there were three things Penelope hated more than anything in the world: 1. Guns 2. Womanizers 3. Derek Morgan.

Penelope clenched her jaw and gave him a dirty look as she poured her coffee over his shirt. "Does that answer your question?"

"Are you crazy?" he yelled, turning away from her, "Why did you do that?"

"I'd love to keep talking to you, handsome. But alas" she smiled, patting his shoulder, "I have to grab a cab"

Derek gaped at her. God, the meeting!. He needed to get that cab. It was the reason for which he was running up the street.

"Hey, that's my cab!"

She quickened her steps, but obviously, that was useless. He was much faster.

"You, asshole" Penelope muttered, seeing his arrogant smile. He kept running as greeting her with his middle finger. That was too much.

"Ouch" he grumbled, trying to keep his balance. Something had crashed in the middle of his back.

"What was that for?" He shook her red shoe in front of her face, frowning deeply at her "Can't you behave like a lady?"

"Can't you be a gentleman from time to time?" she retorted, grabbing the shoe. Then, she decided to open the taxi door

"Oh, no. No way"

"What do you want now?"

Derek shook his head "This my taxi."

She narrowed her brown eyes, hitting his chest hard "Idiot, it's my first day at work!" he pulled the woman away from the car, grabbing her by her elbow "I can't be late!"

"That's not my problem" Derek shrugged his shoulders, smiling smugly at her from the taxi seat "I'm late for work, too" his eyes fell on the coffee stain on his white shirt "And I'm dirty. So, I'm so sorry baby girl. But I can't please you right now "

"Listen to me, pretty face" she opened the passenger door, sitting next to the driver. "First, I'm not your 'baby girl.' Don't you ever call me that again. If you do, I'll rip your little balls off and then will stick them in the middle of your forehead."

Derek exchanged a knowing look with the cabbie. The poor man grimaced by imagining such pain. "Why are you so sour?"

"Second," she ignored his comment, raising her index finger "I'd not fuck you even if you were the last man alive upon the face of the earth"

He was silent for a few seconds, trying to maintain composure. But that was short lived. With a broad smile, Derek nailed his dark eyes on his face, through the rearview mirror. "Why are you on this taxi ride with me? You don't even know where I'm going. Are you stalking me?" he said with humor, hiding a smile beneath his scowl "Because that's sexual harassment"

"Are not you a fed?" Penelope asked without turning to look at him.

He approached her, placing his hands between his knees. "How did you know?"

"I'm a witch," she rolled her eyes.

Derek leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. There was something familiar about her face. Those eyes... That look...Those lips...

"Have we met?"

She winced, still staring through the window.

"I think it's quite clear. And it hasn't been a very friendly first meeting"

"I think I've seen you somewhere else" Derek raised an eyebrow, studying her features. Yes, definitely, he'd seen the woman before. "I could never forget your beautiful face, baby doll."

She laughed softly, throwing her head back. But her laughter died quickly.

"I'm Penelope Garcia" he kept his frown, still as confused as seconds earlier. "But I think you remind me as Penelope Martins. Aka the 'Gothic Cow'. Your fucking friends used to make my life miserable in high school. I'm really surprised you don't remember me."

"You've changed a lot," Derek said honestly, suddenly feeling like a goddamn bastard. "You look... breathtaking"

She smiled coldly "You have not changed a bit"