Penelope got home in plenty of time to get Henry into his crib—it appeared as thought he'd never woken up. And after JJ and Will got home, she left. Penelope wasn't sure whether she was going to go back to Derek's or not—she was still thinking about it. There was no doubt in her mind—if she went back, she would end up in his bed.

Before Miami, getting Derek into bed hadn't even been on her radar. She didn't think she was exactly his type—what with having curves and all. But when he'd come onto her, she hadn't had the resolve to say no. While she'd like to blame it on the single glass of wine she'd had, she wasn't stupid. One glass wasn't going to impair her judgment. And the things she'd shared with JJ and Emily were only part of her predicament. She was insecure about the way she looked and she did question her capability in the bedroom.

But the piece of herself that she hadn't shared with her friends—that she was pretty sure she was in love with Derek Morgan—well, that was her biggest obstacle of all.

Penelope was still weighing her options when her work cell phone rang. She hit the answer button on her phone. "Garcia."

"Aaron Hotchner requested that I call and inform you that your presence is expected within the next hour at F.B.I. Headquarters," the woman on the other end of the telephone said.

"Thanks," Penelope said as she hung up her phone.

She sighed in annoyance. Now that going back to Derek's was off the table, it was all Penelope could think about.

___

"We're going to Boston," Hotch informed his agents. "Morgan—I was able to get you cleared to travel with the team. You won't be able to be out in the field, but you can at least be with us wherever we're set up."

"We were in Boston less than two months ago," Derek reminded Hotch, surprising even himself with his irritated state. For the first time in his career, Derek was convinced that the real action…would be back here in the IT room with Garcia.

"I can't control where things are happening," Hotch said. "And make sure your go-bags are stocked. We need to be prepared to be there for a few days. They're predicting another nor'easter and they're saying it's going to last until Wednesday. I want everyone to have extras in case we're grounded."

"The way I see it, we owe it to each other to have sex again," Morgan said.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "Give it up, Morgan."

"No, seriously," he told her. "You didn't even get to see my best moves."

She burst out laughing. "I'll survive," she said. But she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him or herself.

"I am waaaaaaay better when I sober," he told her.

"How do you know that?" she asked with amusement.

"Well, the events of that night are hazy," he admitted. "But I do remember that it was pretty…quick. I need a chance to redeem myself."

"I'll tell you what, Casanova. If we ever get stranded in a snowstorm again, I'll let you redeem yourself."

Penelope shook her head to break her trance. What were the chances that the BAU would end up in Boston again so soon? Thank God she would be in Quantico this time. She was certain Derek would hold her to her word otherwise.

"Garcia?" Hotch said.

Penelope's head snapped up. "Yeah?"

"I remembered how much you liked their equipment so I pulled some strings. I want you on the plane, too."

"Oh, Hotch. You shouldn't have," she said weakly. Her eyes flew to Derek's face. He was sitting there staring at her, one eyebrow raised.

Clearly he remembered the conversation, too. Fuck.

___

Somewhere near the front of the plane…

The team had just finished briefing and JJ and Emily made their way to the front, sitting down with Garcia. The girls were in mid conversation when Penelope's personal cell phone vibrated in her lap. She looked down. You have 1 new text message.

She flipped her phone open and hit the read now button on her touch screen.

Derek: I have to know…did I at least get you off?

Penelope's eyes widened. What? she texted back.

Her phone vibrated again within seconds.

Derek: I have to know! In Miami…did you get off?

Penelope had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Oh, poor Derek. Does your ego need a stroke today? she returned.

Bzzz...Penelope opened her phone once again.

Derek: Darlin', if you're in the mood for strokin', let me assure you…my ego is the last thing on my mind.

The man sure had the shock factor down; Penelope had to purse her lips to keep from gasping. She quickly snapped her phone shut. Time for this conversation to come to a halt.

"Garcia?"

Penelope looked up at the sound of Emily's voice and realized she must have said her name a few times.

"Huh?" she asked.

"I asked if everything was OK. You look a little flushed."

"Fine," Penelope said quickly, pulling her shirt away from her chest and fanning herself. "Is the plane always this hot?" she asked dramatically.

"I was thinking it was kind of chilly," JJ said.

"Hmmm," Penelope said, turning her gaze to look out the window.

Somewhere near the back of the plane…

"Derek?" Reid said

Morgan looked up. "Yeah?"

"What's going on?" Reid asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What are you grinning at?" He leaned over to look at Derek's phone, but he snapped it shut.

"None…of your business," Derek informed him.

Reid grinned. "So, the infamous Derek strikes again. Tell me, how many victims have you left in your wake?"

"Come again?" Derek asked.

"I'm sure you've left a string of broken hearts behind you. How many? I mean, approximately. You couldn't possibly remember the exact number," Reid reasoned.

"Hey, Kid. Anyone ever tell you you're nosey?" Derek asked.

Reid just grinned.

___

It was a quick one. The team had gotten into Boston late last night and they'd had to pull an all-nighter. Then they'd been up all day and late into the evening working the case. But the UnSub had finally been caught and the team—minus Derek—had made their way back to the hotel for some much needed rest.

They were staying at the same hotel they'd used the last time they were in Boston, and the girl at the front desk who'd checked them in last time had taken their reservations this time. She'd been kind enough to take it upon herself to book the same sleeping arrangements as before. Penelope hadn't been too thrilled with that. And to top all of it off, Hotchs' source on the forecast had been dead on. It had started snowing shortly after they'd gotten in and hadn't let up since. They were grounded in Boston. Again. And Penelope was sharing a suite with Derek. Again

Thank God he was out…doing whatever the hell it was he was doing. With any luck, by the time he got back, she'd be fast asleep in her own bed. And if he was a gentleman, he wouldn't wake her. Penelope's eyelids fluttered closed…finally. While she liked to think she was fine with Derek out in Boston prowling for females, the truth was, she was pissed as hell. If she wasn't in love with him, he could be in her bed tonight. With this line of thinking, it was a miracle her eyes could close at all.

Penelope was jolted awake by a knock on the door. Her eyes flew to the clock. She'd been out for approximately…ten minutes. Ten minutes? What the hell? "You have a key, Derek!" she growled. But there was more banging on the door, this time more persistent. She threw the covers back and jumped out of bed, then stomped her way to the door, throwing it open. "Derek Morgan—" She halted mid-scolding.

It was Derek, all right. And he was standing there wearing a suit minus the tie—holding a dozen red roses. He was wearing a pair of gray dress pants with a matching suit jacket that was hanging open. He had a light yellow shirt underneath, the top few buttons leading up to his neck left undone. She looked down at herself—in her flannel button up pajama top and matching elastic waist bottoms. This scenario was so ridiculous, she almost laughed aloud.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly, leaning against the doorframe

Derek lifted his empty hand to her cheek and lowered his mouth to hers. "Working for it," he whispered.

Penelope felt her heart melt when his lips touched hers and she couldn't help but whimper.

The hand on her cheek moved to encircle the back of her neck, and she felt the roses against her back as his other arm came around her waist. Her hands had no place to rest but his chest and when his tongue met hers, her hold on him tightened.

And then he pulled away. "Are we really gonna do this in the doorway?" he asked with a smirk.

Are we really gonna do this at all? Penelope thought to herself. She was in dangerous territory here, even allowing Derek to kiss her. She'd taken Henry to Derek's out of necessity, and what had happened then—well, she couldn't exactly say she was sorry for it. But it certainly hadn't been premeditated. A repeat performance was only going to make her fall even harder for him. Was she going to be able to do this and then go to work and have to see him every day?

"Penelope?" he asked when she didn't answer. Her eyes lifted to his and she stepped back, forcing his grip on her to relax. He walked into the room and softly closed the door behind him, then turned to face her.