Close Quarters

Chapter Four

April 2010

At dinner that night Hotch got a call from the local police department that there was a pursuit going on for a suspect who just kidnaped a woman out of her apartment. The woman fit their victimology.

Everyone jumped up from the table. Hotch ordered Garcia to take one SUV and go to the hotel, use her laptop to search the dating site to see if this woman was on there. The rest of the team headed out to join the pursuit.

They got back six hours later, at around one in the morning, and Penelope had already heard, because JJ called, that the suspect was not their unsub. This guy worked with the woman he kidnaped and he had an obsession over her. It was unrelated.

The woman survive and was at the hospital, after being in a car accident during the chase. The perp was there too. He had been extensively questioned by the team and they cleared him as their guy for the murders.

Penelope heard Derek go into his room and move around. Her adjoining door was open but his was closed. She had on sweats tonight. No use in having him see her in a nighty again.

One hot, lust soaked stare from him and she just might jump him before she could stop herself. That is how turned on she still was over catching him masturbating to a fantasy of her while he was in the shower this morning.

She had taken care of her own needs while the team was out, after she was done working and waiting for them to return, but it wasn't nearly as satisfying as it would be if it was Derek's face buried between her thighs instead of a vibrator.

Her nipples perked up just thinking about him sucking her clit while she begged for penetration.

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Derek rapped on his own adjoining door. Softly he said "I'm back, babe. You up in there?"

"Enter and visit your Goddess, in the neighboring kingdom."

He walked inside. "Long day, girl. I'm glad its done. Wish we had more to show for it though."

"One step at a time. That's all we can do. You are doing your best. The whole team is and, in the end, that will mean we get this baddie off the streets."

"We gotta." He leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms over his chest. Quirking an eyebrow he asked "Cold tonight?"

She licked her lips. "Why would you ask that? Offering to warm me up? I do have a comforter here. Not that a chocolate God with abs of steel would not heat me up a whole lot faster."

"I just wonder what happened to my favorite nightie?"

She blushed. "Um....its dirty?"

"Sure it is," he teased, as he headed back for his room. "Well I gotta hit the sheets. Sleep well, angel, and if you get lonely I'm just a room away. I'll leave this open." He gave her a wink and then left.

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Penelope woke up to the sound of moaning and then she heard "Baby girl," hissed out in the most delicious sounding tone.

Laying perfectly still she had no doubt what was going on in the other room. Derek must be dreaming about her. The open door made it so the sound drifted into her room and hit her ears. She had been tossing and turning anyway. All overheated and sexually frustrated, needing to feel long, thick fingers thrusting up and into and then a wide, hard cock taking its place- Derek's nice, big cock, which she was sure could satisfy her like no other ever had.

He was Derek. That was all it would take, no matter what he was working with. Just him looking at her, earlier in the day, had her body wanting to come.

"Ohhh," he moaned again "....ohhh."

Penelope's fingers slipped between her own legs. God this was going to be one case she never forgot. The time she got proof Derek was truly hot for her- and it was no joke in the slightest.

"Baby...." he moaned "girl."

Rubbing her clit fast and furiously, she ended up coming to the sound of him doing the same. She knew he must be asleep and would never guess what kind of encounter they had shared on this night.

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Derek woke up covered in cum with his boxers sticking to him. He felt like a damn high schooler. It was having Penelope so close by, and the thought that she was already in bed and if he kissed her then maybe they could both be in her bed, that was making his hormones go nuts.

The dream he had about her felt so damn real too. It was frustrating as hell to have her like that in his dreams and then not be able to have her during his waking hours. But it was nothing new.

He even dreamt about her a few times when he fell asleep on the jet.

Lucky for him he must not talk in his sleep, he figured, cause no one ever razzed him about it. Of course then he hadn't come in his pants, either, luckily. It seemed he was always jostled awake by some noise before he got that into it then. And a part of his mind didn't turn off when he was surrounded by people.

But last night he was all alone in this bed and his mind went there, over and over, all night long. Her silky skin. Her beautiful, full, luscious breasts that begged to be suckled. Her tight, wet heat that should only know the feeling of his cock- no other ever before or again.

Yeah, his brain could take it to the extreme when it was deep in a baby girl starring fantasy. That was nothing new.

Not that she had a clue what he was thinking or feeling.

He quietly slipped from bed, got out some clothes, and went to the bathroom. As he walked by her room he heard no sounds and figured she was still asleep, since it was only six am. He showered and got dressed for the day. When he came out of there he heard her moving around in her room and called out "Morning, princess."

"Morning," she croaked out.

He walked toward the open door. "You decent?"

"Yep."

He stuck his head in. "Garcia?"

She was already dressed too and brushing her hair. God, was that a beautiful sight. So intimate. He could stare at her doing this for hours. "Yes?"

"You good?"

"Just still sleepy."

"Oh...okay. Well I'm gonna run out for some coffee so you just sit tight in here and get yourself all dolled up. I'll bring you back what you like."

"There is coffee downstairs, remember."

"I want my coffee," from the donut shop again, which was a national chain.

She smiled into the mirror and flirted "Well, Hot Stuff, a good man like you should really get exactly what he wants....you deserve it."

He felt heat shoot through him at that and he shifted as his pants grew tight. It almost sounded like she knew she was all he wanted and she was ready to give him herself. He told himself that he must be just imagining that though.

Penelope was special to him and he had to stop leering at her and seeing sex in every look she gave him during this case. He worked to get himself in check.

"Be back soon, doll face."

Okay, that was it, no more dirty thoughts about her for the rest of this case. Derek almost laughed as he vowed that to himself. It was very unlikely he could pull that off, even if he tried his hardest. Nearly everyday since they met he had at least one passing thought of her naked. Usually many more than just one.

Except the four days when she was stuck in ICU. Then he just thought of his baby girl in a wedding gown. Not that she would ever hear that confession from Derek as long as she was with Lynch.