Jordan had been a thorn in his side from the moment he'd met her. First, she called him out on his lame player ways as he dumped his coffee and slithered up to her as she stood in line to make her purchase. Then, she nearly laughed in his face in front of his team when they were formerly introduced causing him to suffer the taunting of Emily and Reid. Then, when he switched into FBI/SSA/Super Profiler mode to "help" her with her new job duties, she blasted him and went running to Hotch. No, he was not interested in having coffee with Jordan Todd, not now or ever! Besides, he was with his Baby Girl now; where he belonged. He was happy and no one was going to cause him to screw up and lose the best thing that had ever happened to him. Without looking back, Morgan jumped on the elevator pushing the down button he leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes and exhaled.

BAU Headquarters – The next morning –

Penelope couldn't help but notice the odd glares that they received when they strolled into the FBI building. No doubt he noticed it too. Of course he noticed he was a highly trained FBI profiler; he noticed everything. In fact, he had to know that there would be some sort of reaction from a few ladies when he insisted on taking her hand once they stepped through the front door. He was a sly one she smirked to herself as he strolled that Derek Morgan stroll hand in hand with her. She tried pretending that she didn't see the women who had only a day ago dumped a boatload of trinkets in her arms to deliver to him. They stood, mouths dragging the ground, frozen in disbelief as he nodded to each and every one of them as they passed by.

"Derek! Do you see all the stares?" She said out of the side of her mouth, trying to be discreet.

"Just keep walking, Baby Girl. It's all good." He smiled.

"But Derek…"

"Not a word…just keep those beautiful hips of yours moving it's time the world knows that I am your man!"

His words left her speechless, "my man." She acknowledged to herself. "You're damn straight! Derek Morgan is my man Bitches!"

No one was as stunned as Jordan Todd. She nearly ran into Bambi who worked in the Director's office. He walked right past them and didn't so much as glance her way! "No he didn't!" Jordan screamed to herself.

Nobody, but nobody treated Jordan like invisible toilet paper! Oh, no! This was war. She was not going to rest until she taught him and his little tech geek a lesson. So what, she'd misplayed her hand, played too hard to get, chuckled when she should have smiled, but no matter she'd have him eating out of her well-manicured hand in no time. Most of all she'd teach Penelope Garcia to not play in the big girls playground. Surely, she didn't honestly think Derek was into her? Not when he could have the likes of Jordan Todd. With that thought Jordan turned on her expensive kitten heels and headed in the opposite direction and hopped on the first available elevator to the eleventh floor.

She was glad they had the elevator to themselves. As soon as the doors closed and the car began to move up, Penelope jerked her hand out of his and looked at him with a scowl.

"Derek Morgan, you are a bad boy!"

"What?"

"You know what!"

"No. I don't. What did I do?"

"You knew exactly what the reaction would be when we walked in the building hand in hand!"

"Hey, Baby, it was either that or standing in the middle of the lobby and shouting, I'm with Penelope! I'm with the girl of my dreams!"

"Derek!"

"At least I erred on the side of quiet?"

"You are incorrigible!" She began, smiling and leaning into him. "But I love you and…"

"And what?"

"And I thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Baby Girl. I should have squashed all that a long time ago."

He pulled her close and gently kissed her lips. She returned the kiss and before either of them realized the kiss began to get rather heated until the elevator doors opened. They hadn't heard the ding and they hadn't realized that they had an audience; a rather pissed off audience at that.

"Morgan! Garcia! In my office! NOW!

The two lovebirds broke away, shocked and embarrassed watching the fleeting back of their boss, Aaron Hotchner. The day was going downhill fast. The two shot wide-eyed glances at each other before stepping off the elevator and said in unison,

"OH SHIT!"

Office of Aaron Hotchner – Moments later…

The two sat in front of Hotchner's desk; Morgan head tilted squinting and rubbing his eyes, Penelope jaw dropped and foot tapping nervously on the floor, Hotch slightly leaning forward and staring ferociously at his two wayward subordinates.

"I just received a phone call from the Director it seems he didn't appreciate your little act in the lobby this morning!"

"Hotch…" Derek began.

"He also wanted to know if I knew that two of my agents were… involved."

"Well, technically, Garcia is not an agent…"

"Derek!" She whispered.

"Do you really want to go there with me right now?"

"No, Sir." He answered sheepishly shrinking down a smidge in his seat.

"You two should have come to me before deciding to make your grand entrance!"

"Look, Hotch, I'm sorry. It was my fault, Garcia didn't have anything to do with it."

"You know how the department frowns on relationships among teammates."

"Hotch, we were going to tell you, honestly. It's just that with Valentine's Day and all the gifts and I just felt so…you know… I put Derek in a position that he felt he had to…and I should have just…trusted…and…"

"Never mind! I don't think I want to hear the details. Just…be careful! While there is no rule against you two dating, still it's frowned on and your little stunt this morning didn't help matters."

What Hotch really wanted to tell them was that he was happy that they had both gotten their heads out of the sand and admitted that they were in love with each other. He also wanted to tell them to not make the same mistakes he'd made with Haley- putting his job and career before her and his son. That's what he wanted to tell them but he couldn't; not now not while his team was under so much scrutiny. The higher ups were looking for a reason to split them up and transfer them to god knows where. For now he had to counsel them and watch their backs and cheer for them in silence.

"Hotch, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to put you in an awkward position. How can I make it up to you? Anything, I swear."

"Well as a matter of fact, the director is requesting you for a special assignment."

"What? Really?" He wasn't sure he liked the sound of this.

"For the next two weeks you will be assigned to Counter Terrorism working with Jordan Todd. It seems they have a case that they believe your skills would be quite helpful with."

"But… why me? There's got to be a dozen other agents that are available. Besides, we're swamped here."

"Well, since you decided to make such a splash on the Bureau Red Carpet this morning, the Director felt you two needed some time apart to learn to appreciate your positions here with the BAU."

"Hotch, come on! This isn't high school! Besides, according to the rules, I didn't really do anything wrong."

"There are rules and then there are rules. Counter Terrorism is expecting you in twenty minutes."

"But…"

"No buts, I'll see you in two weeks. That's all!"

Jordan stood proudly in front of the large Ladies Room mirror. She had won this round and her smile spread confidently across her face. As she reapplied her lipstick her mind raced with excitement at the thought of working with Derek Morgan again. Two weeks; plenty of time to get her hooks in him, she thought. The case was dangerous but she had convinced the director that she had first hand knowledge that he was the man for the job. She had her work cut out for her, this she knew but in the next weeks he would learn to depend and trust her and in the end he would love her…after all, his life would depend on it.