Author's Note: FYI--I changed the name for this story. It was formerly I Object, but I was never crazy about it. I couldn't think of anything else; but now that I have, it's gonna be Could've Been Me. Enjoy!

"It sucks that he cheated on her, but I'm not gonna lie. I loved being able to draw my gun. Especially when I got to aim it at Derek," Emily said with a grin. "It made me feel like one of Charlie's Angels."

"Would you please focus?" JJ hissed as the guests made their way out of the church.

"On what?"

JJ sighed. "You need to talk to Hotch about getting the next two weeks off," she said, the wheels in her head already turning.

"What?" Emily practically shouted. "What in the hell are you talking about?"

JJ sighed again. "You're gonna have to take an emergency leave," she whispered.

"I…can't just…go on leave," Emily sputtered.

"Emily! She is about to go on her honeymoon. Alone. Do you have any idea what that will do to her?"

Emily groaned. "JJ—"

"Fine. I'll go," she said.

"You know you can't leave Henry," Emily said.

"Henry will be fine with Will," JJ said. "Much better off than Penelope will be alone."

Emily sighed, patting her friend on the back. "You're a great communications director, JJ. You talked me right into it."

JJ nodded with a sigh. "Good."

___

Derek walked into his house but didn't bother to turn on the lights. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, then made his way to the couch and sat down.

He hadn't been prepared to see her in her gown. On anyone else, it probably would have just been another wedding dress. But on Penelope, the white material had practically glowed. She was made to be a bride. Her hair had been up—he preferred it down—but she'd been stunning nonetheless.

He hadn't meant to tell her. He'd found out that Rick was cheating on her a few months ago. Derek didn't know how to explain it—he had absolutely no right to interfere in her life—but he'd tailed the bastard anyway. The truth was he'd broken up with Penelope because marriage just wasn't his thing, and she'd been up front about the fact that she wanted to get married one day. He'd never thought about it much before—but until Penelope Garcia, love hadn't been 'his thing' either. And what shook him most was that seeing her in that little room in the upstairs of the church all ready to walk down the aisle—the only thing he could think was that she should have been marrying him.

___

Two weeks later…

"She looks great," JJ said as she watched Penelope make her way to her office. It was her first day back from 'vacation.'

Emily nodded. "She should. She was in the bar every night dancing 'til dawn."

"And she slept OK?"

Emily shrugged. "I guess so."

"What do you mean, 'you guess so?' Wasn't there just one suite?"

Emily nodded. "Yes, but do you have any idea how many hot, hard bodied men are in Barbados? I didn't spend one night in our room."

JJ's eyes narrowed. "You are kidding me."

"Nope." She grinned. "And Penelope—" She looked around. "Made a friend, too."

"She slept with someone?" JJ asked in surprise.

"Isn't it great?"

"No, it's not great! She can't…slut around because her heart is broken."

"JJ, Penelope's heart has been broken for a long time. Rick didn't break her heart. I don't think she ever even loved him. Derek broke her heart. Again." Her eyes found him in the bullpen and she gave the back of his head a dirty look.

"Yes, well Derek didn't make Rick cheat on her," JJ pointed out. "And have you even stopped to think about why he was checking him out?"

Emily sighed. "I don't want to even go there."

"He still loves her," JJ said.

Emily gave her a look of disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" she asked. "A man who loves you doesn't show up on your wedding day and drop a bomb into your lap!"

JJ shrugged. "Unless he can't stand the thought of you being married to someone else."

Emily shook her head. "That's funny," she said.

"What?" JJ asked.

"You think he still loves her, and I wonder if he ever did."

"Yeah? Well the next time they're in a room together, watch him. He barely takes his eyes off her, Emily."

Emily sighed. "You know what? I've had enough of Derek Morgan to last me a lifetime. Vacation's over, and I just want things to get back to normal." She looked around. "Where's Reid? I want to go flirt with him and watch him squirm painfully," she said with a grin.

"As long as you don't sleep with him," JJ scoffed.

Emily lifted an eyebrow. "No promises," she said as she walked away.

___

"How are you doing?"

Penelope spun her chair around and looked up at her boss. "I'm good. You?"

I'm good," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. He studied her face for a moment. "Are you sure you're ready to be back to work?"

Penelope nodded. "Yeah," she assured him. "I'm fine, Hotch. But I appreciate your concern."

"If you need anything…"

Penelope smiled softly at him. "Thank-you," she said.

Hotch nodded awkwardly and then made his way out of her office.

___

Penelope's first week back at work had been uneventful as far as Derek Morgan went. The team had been called away mid-morning on Monday and hadn't returned until Thursday night. They'd spent the day Friday at a lecture, and Penelope had managed to make it out of the office before they'd come back. JJ had been calling nonstop while they were out on the road with a million excuses, but Penelope knew she was making sure she was OK, and then she'd texted her every time they'd had a break today. If the hovering didn't stop soon, she was going to scream. And to top it all off—she was horny as hell.

___

"Garcia," Derek said in surprise.

He was no more surprised than she was herself. But it was too late to change her mind now. She gave his door a solid shove and pushed past him, making her way into his house.

He stood there for a moment, stunned before closing the door and turning around.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, bracing himself for the anger that was sure to come.

"You owe me a night," she said.

"Ex…cuse...me?" he asked carefully.

"That's right. A night of sex. Hot, amazing, steamy sex."

"What in the hell are you talking about?" he asked confused.

She took her coat off and tossed it carelessly onto the floor, then began to unbutton her shirt. "You know what I was looking most forward to, Derek?"

He forced his eyes not to look at the navy blue bra that looked even darker next to her creamy colored skin. And the lace. He almost groaned. Lacey bras were so damn sexy. Especially on her. She pulled her shirt down off her shoulders, exposing even more of her skin. "What?" he asked with forced composure.

"The honeymoon sex. That's right. I couldn't wait to get laid. Rick decided about two weeks before our nuptials were to take place that we shouldn't sleep together until our honeymoon. And you took that away from me. Well, I'm here to get it back."

"Penelope—"

"I don't need sweet nothings, I don't need you talk dirty to me—unless, of course, you want to—and I don't even need you to last that long as long as you make it good."

Derek sprung into action, making his way to Penelope before he could change his mind and say yes. He grabbed her shirt from her hands and tugged it back up over her shoulders, pulling it closed over her chest. "This isn't right," he said. He was clutching the shirt so hard, his knuckles were white. This might have been one of the hardest things he'd ever done.

"No, Derek," she said. "Do you know what's not right?" she asked, her eyes wide.

He was afraid to ask.

She told him anyway. "Emily was so damn horny for me to have sex in Barbados that I brought a man back to my room."

His expression must have been one of shock, because she confirmed it.

"That's right," she said. "But I didn't sleep with him. As soon as she was out of sight, I kicked him out of my room and spent the night alone. But here's the not right part. She came knocking on the door an hour later, and I had to make fake…orgasm noises to convince her that I wasn't alone." She gave him an urgent look. "That's not right. So either you can have sex with me right now, or I'll go find someone who will!"

"You wouldn't," he said, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, I would," she said determinedly.

Derek didn't know whether to believe her or not. He'd like to think that it was something she wouldn't do, but he never would have predicted her showing up at his front door demanding sex, either. And to be honest, he found it pretty damn hot.

Well, if she was gonna get laid, anyway…