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Penelope let out a satisfied sigh as she relaxed into the warm water of the whirlpool bathtub. The quiet humming of the jets was making her sleepy and she couldn't help but let her head fall back as the eight jets in the tub gently massaged her body.

They had been at the Chalet for two days now and Penelope was loving every minute of it.

The Chalet itself was gorgeous; it had a fully-equipped gourmet kitchen, a spacious dinning and lounging area and four bedrooms, each connected to their own personal bathroom. One of which Penelope was currently enjoying.

With another sigh Penelope closed her eyes and began to drift off. She, Emily and Spencer had just gotten back from a shopping trip forty minutes ago. They had been shopping all morning in Whistler Village and had come back to get something to eat for lunch.

While they had been in the Village Spencer had seen a sign for a Winter Wonderland Art Exhibition that was going to be on in the afternoon. He had suggested that they go to it and seemed excited by the prospect. Emily was happy to go but Penelope's feet were aching after walking around shopping for over 3 hours, and didn't fancy spending time walking around looking at art. However she didn't want to spoil Spencer's fun, so she told him and Emily to go without her, and then suggested that they meet up for dinner instead.

Both Emily and Spencer had agreed and after having some lunch had made their way back to the Village.

Derek had left earlier that afternoon; he told them that he was going to one of the Sports Bars at the Village that they had passed by the night before on their way to dinner. Emily had invited him to go shopping with them before they had left that morning but to Penelope's delight he said that shopping wasn't really his thing and that he was planning on watching a football game instead.

Penelope didn't understand why he would want to trek 3 miles through the cold snow to get to the sports bar when the Chalet had a perfectly good 50inch Toshiba HDTV and plenty of cold beer in the fridge.

Her best guess was that he wasn't only going to watch the game, but to hopefully get lucky as well. Penelope had never known Derek to walk into a bar and walk out without a lady on his arm. Not that she visited bars with him frequently, but every once in a while the entire team would go out and she would have to watch Derek put on his cocky charm and flirt with all the pretty girls at the bar.

But Penelope didn't care if Derek wanted to spend his time away from them; it suited her just fine to not have to spend any time with him.

Penelope woke up with a start a few hours after falling asleep in the bathtub. She groaned as she looked at the clock above the door, it was already 5:30 and she had promised to meet Spencer and Emily at the Aubergine Grill at 6:30. She must have been asleep for over two hours, and now she only had an hour to get ready and get down there, she would have to hurry.

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Derek opened the door to the Chalet and a blast of cold wind blew snow into the hallway as he stepped inside. Quickly he turned and pushed the door closed, shutting out the whistling of the wind through the trees.

Derek shook the snow off of his shoulders and rubbed his cold hands together, in foresight he should have worn gloves but when he had left it had been sunny and cool so he didn't think he would have need of them.

Since then the weather had changed drastically. It had begun to snow while he was at the bar and a special broadcast had interrupted the football game, saying that there was a big storm heading their way and that people should prepare to stay inside.

Derek didn't want to be stuck at the bar the whole night and decided to chance taking a taxi back to the Chalet. The Weather hadn't been that bad when he had left the bar, but by the time the taxi had dropped him off he could barely see a foot in front of him and had to stumble to the door.

Taking off his winter jacket and placing it by the furnace to dry, Derek stepped out of his boots and walked into the living room calling out for the rest of the gang, he hoped that they were safely in the Chalet rather than out in that horrible storm.

"Reid! Prentiss! Garcia!" Derek called loudly, the Chalet was silent and he began to fear that his friends weren't there.

Then from down the hall, Penelope's bedroom door opened and she stepped out angrily. She was in a pink robe and her hair was up in curlers, her face was flushed and she glared at him "What are you yelling about?" she asked, hands on her hips.

Derek had to forcefully draw his eyes up to her face as he could see her ample breasts poking out of the top of her robe.

Derek swallowed and willed himself not to become aroused, he looked into her face instead and explained "I was trying to figure out if anyone was here."

"Well clearly yes, I am, but I will be leaving in twenty minutes," she stated, turning to go back into her bedroom.

"I don't think that will be happening," he said.

"And why not?" Penelope demanded.

"Have you looked outside?" Derek asked, annoyed by her tone.

With a frustrated sigh Penelope hurried past Derek to the window that overlooked the Village and then let out a gasp.

Snow was falling quickly outside the window, the snow and raging wind together obscured Penelope's vision and all she could see was white. The world looked bleak on the other side of the window.

She turned around and looked at Derek.

"It started to snow just as I was leaving the bar, there was a snow storm warning issued, it interrupted the game and I didn't really fancy staying at the bar all night. I took a chance and got a cab to drop me off, the driving is really bad, and so I was hoping that you guys would be here. I definitely wouldn't want to get stuck out there in this storm." Derek explained.

"Oh my god!" Penelope cried, turning back to look out the window "I hope Emily and Spencer are okay! They went to an Art Exhibit in the Village earlier and I had planned to meet them for dinner in twenty minutes!"

Derek looked out the window once more too and shook his head, he hoped his friends were somewhere safe when the storm had hit.

"I should call them to see if they are alright," Penelope said hurrying into the kitchen and grabbing the cordless phone from its charger on the counter.

Derek watched as her fingers frantically dialed and then she began pacing as she held the phone up to her ear. He watched as she began to look distressed, she took the phone from her ear and then redialed.

A moment later she slammed the phone down on the counter and then rubbed her eyes, she looked like she was about to cry.

"There's no service! All I'm getting is the dial tone!" Penelope said shakily. "What if they weren't inside when the storm hit? What if they had decided to come back and pick me up instead of meeting at the restaurant like we planned? What if right now they are trekking through the snow, unable to see and freezing to death?"

Derek thought she was being dramatic but it was obvious to him that she deeply cared for Spencer and Emily, the concern was written all over her face.

"Well there' nothing for it, I'll just have to go and look for them myself!" she announced as she made a beeline for the door, still dressed in only her flimsy bathrobe.

Derek stared at her disbelievingly, there was no way Garcia could honestly believe that she could actually make it down to the Village in a storm like this, especially with the way she was dressed.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Penelope grasped the doorknob and tried to pull the door open.

Derek rushed to her, his hand coming down to cover hers and keep the door closed "You can't go out there; you'd never make it to the Village! You'd only be putting yourself in danger too."

Penelope glared "Well what about Emily and Spencer?" she huffed "We can't just leave them out there!"

"How long ago did they leave?" Derek asked, trying to think of a way to reason with Garcia, who had a determined 'You can't stop me no matter what you say or do' look on her face.

The question caused Penelope to let go of the doorknob as she thought about her answer, which allowed Derek to step in front of her to make sure he was blocking her escape.

"It was at least…three hours ago" Penelope stated.

"Well see," Derek said "they're probably fine. They must have already been in the Village when the storm hit, and they are both smart, highly trained agents, they would have known to get somewhere safe."

The determined look on Penelope's face lessened slightly "You think so?"

"Of course," Derek said "I mean we are dealing with Reid, who is a genius. Plus they're probably safest in the Village. I mean the people who work there are equipped to handle situations like these, they must have snow storms hit all of the time here."

Penelope began to relax.

"And besides, we couldn't get to the Village even if I was willing to let you go" Derek said.

Penelope looked at him questioningly.

Derek pointed to the rectangular window that sat directly above the door; he had gotten a chance to look out of it as he had moved in front of Garcia, "We're snowed in." Derek explained.

"What?" Penelope said disbelievingly, standing on her tippy toes and leaning against Derek to look out of the window.

Her pressing against him, reminded him just exactly what she was wearing as he could feel her firm breasts pressed against his chest, separated only by a small layer of clothes, and he began to feel a stirring in his jeans.

Penelope pulled away from him, he had been right; the snow was piled up against the door. There was enough of it to make it difficult for even Morgan to get past; there was no way that she would be able to get through it.

She sighed; they would have to wait until after the storm passed to figure out what had happened to Spencer and Emily.

Derek cleared his throat and she looked up at him.

"Why don't you go put on something comfortable and I'll make us some hot cocoa?" he suggested.

Penelope looked down at herself and blushed; she had totally forgotten that she was wearing just her robe. It was a good thing she hadn't gotten the door open or she would have frozen where she stood.

Penelope now felt exposed standing in front of Morgan, with her robe gaping slightly open at the top. Without really thinking Penelope muttered "Yeah, that sounds good" and hurried off to her room.

She never in a million years thought that Derek Morgan would offer to make her hot cocoa, or that she would ever accept, but she was too flustered to think clearly at the moment.

Derek let out a groan and willed away his erection as he watched her butt sway as she hurried to her room. He had to stop thinking these thoughts about Garcia; they would never come to anything.

Derek shook his head and then made his way into the kitchen to make the hot cocoa.