A/N: Here you go! Enjoy.

Penelope glared at Derek, who was snickering at her fallen expression. "This isn't funny!" she wailed. "I always win at Wii tennis!"

"Not this time," Derek said triumphantly. "Now, where are we getting that tattoo? I'm thinking on your wrist or foot."

She thought she was going to die. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she could barely breathe. Was Derek going to make her go through with it? Penelope was terrified of needles. She was suddenly sorry for all the bets she'd forced him to do.

"Derek, you don't understand," she said. "It isn't that I dislike needles. I hate them, yes, but they also scare me. Why do you think I get the flu every single year? I can't bring myself to get the shot!"

"That's a little dramatic Pen," he said laughing. He couldn't believe his luck.

"I'm not kidding!" she insisted. "I always say I'll get a flu shot, but I never do. I just put it off until I finally get sick. Even when I'm throwing up and staying in the bathroom all day, I still know that I'm not going to get the shot the next year either."

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Baby Girl, I love you, but you need to get past this fear. You're being irrational. You can't suffer every flu season because you're too scared of a little needle. Getting a tattoo could really help you conquer this. Not to mention we agreed the final bet was the ultimate win-lose contest."

She looked at the ground for a minute before she answered. "Will you hold my hand?" she whispered. "And...not laugh at me if I cry?"

"Of course Goddess," he said. "I would never laugh at you. Besides, I think you're a little braver than that."

"Fine," she said. "Where do you go get your...um, ink?"

"My ink?"

"I don't know the terminology here!" she cried. "I can't believe I'm doing this. This is much more your cup of tea, Hot Stuff."

"You'll love it," he said, pulling out his phone. "Let me call Carlos. He's done all my tattoos except for the Carpe Diem one. A guy in Chicago did all of that."

Derek turned to call Carlos, while Penelope ran her fingers over his tattoo. The lion on his shoulder was definitely her favorite.

It felt smooth and just like the rest of his skin. She smiled softly. "Maybe this won't be so bad."

Her moment of resolve was quickly over. This whole tattoo thing involved a needle. A sharp pointy object that was going to stab her skin hundreds of time to create the image of a lioness.

After Derek hung up, he grinned. "Good news. Carlos said we could just come as a walk-in. They aren't having many customers tonight."

"Oh, god," Penelope said, almost hyperventilating. "As in the near future?" she asked and he nodded. " I don't know if I'm ready for this! I've barely had time to process the fact that I lost Wii tennis and to yell at you about it!"

"It'll only be about twenty minutes," he said. "A half-hour at the most. Then we can come home, watch Doctor Who, and have our fun. Promise."

She looked at him like she couldn't answer basic English. "I can't compute this!" she said. I'm terrified! I'm scared!" She started to pace back and forth. "Please, tell me this is a dream. Tell me this is a nightmare and I'm about to wake up."

Derek only stared at the frazzled tech, trying his hardest not to laugh. "Everything will be okay," he said. "You're most definitely awake and -"

He cut off his sentence when Penelope pinched him suddenly. "Ouch!" he yelped. "What was that for?"

"I was trying to see if this was a dream!" she cried. "It must not be because you felt that!"

"What?" he close to yelled. "Baby Girl, you're supposed to pinch yourself! Not me."

She started to pinch herself, but Derek held her hands in place. "C'mon Pen, you're being crazy. You need to calm down." He waited a minute before continuing, watching as Penelope took some deep breaths. "Now come on. Carlos is expecting us."

They walked out into the street, climbing into Derek's SUV. "I wish I had let you drive that night," she grumbled. "It's what got me into this mess anyway."

He had to smile at that. "Guess we all learned a lesson, huh? You should always let me drive, and I should never ride in Esther again. That walk back to your apartment was exhausting."

"This is not the time for jokes!" she said, rolling down her window. "Is there any way we could stop at Starbucks on the way? A latte might calm me down."

"A latte? Baby, that has caffeine in it. It'll have the opposite effect. Believe me, you couldn't get more hyper than you already are.

"True," Penelope said, sticking her head out the window into the night. "Ooh, there's a liquor store! I could grab some wine and not be fully there when the needle comes out! Plus that delicious water makes me sleepy. I could sleep through the whole thing."

He pulled in front of a small building with graffiti in the windows. "Thank goodness we're here," he said. "Baby Girl, remember to stay calm. And no booze. Carlos won't tattoo anyone under the influence."

They headed inside. An older man greeted them at the door and returned to his own tattoo process. He looked to be about fifty and was covered in tattoos. He was working on a girl's tribal tattoo who looked too young to be doing this. "Can you see what you're doing to your skin?" Penelope wanted to yell. "This is crazy!"

Another man with a long beard came out then. "Derek Morgan!" he yelled. "Long time, no see! Is this the girl you've been telling me about?"

"Yes!" he said, linking his arm with Penelope's. "Carlos, this is Penelope Garcia. She's my girlfriend and our tech analyst at the FBI. Penelope, this is my go-to tattoo guy Carlos. He's truly the best."

Penelope managed a small smile and shook the man's hand. "Pleased to meet you," she said. "You've done great on Derek's tattoos."

He motioned them over to a wall. "Here's other creations I've done recently," he said. "Take a look." Then: "Derek mentioned you want a lioness."

She nodded. "We want to match."

Carlos flipped through an open book and found a lioness design. "Do you like this?" he asked. "It has some similarities to Derek's. I actually sketched this out a while ago and based it from his."

"Yes!" Penelope breathed. "It's beautiful!"

"I think we've found the one," Carlos said. "Now, what about placement? Are you allowed to have visible tattoos in the tech department?"

"We can," she replied. "I'd really like it on the back of my shoulder though. Sort of in the same area as Derek's but not nearly as visible."

"Understandable," he said. "Right this way."

He led them into a room with a chair that looked like a dentist's. "Hop up," he said. "I'll make a stencil. Could you remove your cardigan?"

She handed it right over to Derek. Her nerves were starting to ease now that she was in the moment and couldn't go back.

Carlos quickly made the stencil and drew it out. "Some people print them off computers," he explained as he worked. "I like to keep my originality though. Also, I'm not much of a tech person like you."

Once he was finished, he asked: "Would you like to do this sitting up or laying down?"

"You better lay her down," Derek piped up. "She's been pretty nervous."

"Alright," Carlos said and Penelope lay down. "Remember to sit still," he said calmly. "I'm going to follow the design I just made on your shoulder. You might want to hold your hair back too."

Penelope held her blonde curls up with one hand, while the other seemed to be squeezing the life out of Derek's. "He hasn't even started yet, baby," he said.

"I know," she said. "I'm just a little scared."

"No reason to be," Carlos said turning on the buzzing needle. "It'll be over in a flash."

As soon as the needle touched her skin, Penelope had to bite back a scream. Did Derek have an inability to feel pain or something? How could he have gotten so many tattoos?

A/N: Will update as soon as possible!