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Derek was more than ready come Wednesday. It was a new day, a new lesson. He'd take it in his stride. He'd do anything in his power to win Penelope. Show her the extent of his feelings. Prove to her he really was worth the wait.

He sat in a room, with two other men. He'd profiled them already. Innately of course.

One was called Alan, he was socially inept, and when Morgan made that assumption he meant that he was worse than Reid. Apparently he'd made multiple gurgling noises at women in the past instead of actually talking to them. He was plump, kinder greasy, kind of reminiscent of Lynch and for that Derek took an immediate dislike. All that said, he did have someone in mind.

The other person, Clive, was slightly like Derek, himself, slightly like Hotch. He knew what he wanted, but unlike both of those men, he was lacking in drive, lacking in ambition. From the outward look of him and his posture, he was pretty sure of himself.

He'd taken in their looks as he'd walked in and he had wanted to turn around and walk out. Do it alone, without the lessons bestowed to him in their timetable. Yet Penelope appeared in his mind and he saw the rift that was being created between them and he knew full well he had to just bite the bullet and ignore these men.

After all he wasn't there for them; he wasn't going to be there for them at all. He was there for the sake of his future and he was there for his Baby Girl. The woman that held his utmost endearment and the one woman that was owed her date with the ultimate best.

Derek Morgan was becoming the ultimate best for her.

"Right..." A petite woman that they knew as Gwen said, standing out in front of them, she smiled as she surveyed them, a look at each of them and her attention stuck on Derek. She licked her lips in desire for him, but he showed no interest and she smirked.

He was going to succeed if he kept that up.

She turned her attention onto the next man; he stole a look but other than nothing. The third man eyed her up and down and she laughed.

All three men exchanged looks.

"Rule number one, men. Make one woman you're true desire. Two out of you proved that. Derek you didn't even look at me once, Alan nor did you, but Clive, you, now you need to realise that you're here for a reason and that's not to lust over every female being going. You're here for one woman in particular."

Clive sat up straight, smirking a little. "So you think we'll fail from that?"

"No, I don't." She told him confidently and walked towards him, "what I think is that you just need to be kicked onto the right tracks." He told him and turned back to the other to, going back to stand in front of them all. "Right, first lesson of your five is to find out more about her."

"But we know her," Alan commented.

"But do you? Do you know what makes her tick? Makes her reach her happiest? What makes her hurt the most? Do you really know her entire workings?" She watched them all, "That's what I thought. The other lessons will all fall in, it's all about the obvious."

"So what are the other lessons?" Derek asked, as he sat back in his seat and watched her.

"Those, Derek, you'll find out as the weeks progress. For today we're focusing on 'finding out about her'." Gwen told them and grabbed some sheets of paper and went over to Clive. "On that note, I want you to answer the following questions." The three men watched her turn a board around to face them, "her full name, her age, where she's from, her parents name and ages, her occupation, her favourite colour, her favourite drink, her favourite food, her favourite film and lastly one thing about her that makes you remember her most."

"Those are easy," Clive commented.

"Well then it should be easy for you." Gwen said, placing the paper in front of him with a pen. "Hop to it then, Clive," she told him as she went to the others. "You two as well."

Derek looked at the board and immediately he swallowed, worried that this might be some test to show he wasn't compatible with Penelope. To prove this was a waste of time for him.

Gwen gave the men ten minutes to fix the list together, no longer, no less. It was a simple list of question and answer, things that would have the answer prompted by the words in the question.

"Derek," she asked, and Derek's head shot up and looked at her. "Want to go first."

He looked down at his list and back up, "I don't have it all done."

"No problem, just go with what you've got."

Derek nodded and began to read out from his list.

"Her full name is Penelope Marie Garcia; she's 33 years old, from San Francisco in California; she works as a technical analyst in the FBI with me; her favourite colour is purple; her favourite drink is a Bahama Mamma on nights out, a cafe mocha at work; her favourite food is anything Italian; and one thing that makes me remember her is that she has this ability to always look on the brighter side of life no matter what, she keeps everyone there."

He finished smiling.

Gwen looked at him as he spoke with such adoration for this woman and she smiled some. "Right, what about her parents?"

"All I know is that they died when she was 18, she never talks about them," Derek spoke with sympathy; he guessed she felt like he did with his dad. He never wanted to speak about it, so no one asked and now he realised he had projected those feelings onto Penelope.

"Right and her favourite film?" Gwen persisted.

"I've never asked and we've seen so many together we've never generalised," Derek admitted to her.

"Well there's your starting ground, find out her favourite film, maybe, and then get to know more about her childhood." Gwen said and went onto the two other men.

Immediately after, Derek felt better, he knew more about Penelope than Clive and Alan knew about their women put together. It was a start and after doing this, he wanted to know more to Penelope, wanted to see what made her tick, wanted to delve in and know all of Penelope. Find out what had shaped her; learn how she got her stance on the life.

Know more about her in general.

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Later that night, Derek had arranged a night out. Impromptu as it was, he was out to take his first lesson in his stride, he was going to start tonight.

He watched Penelope intently, as she mingled with the girls, they danced, they laughed, they were having fun. Derek, however, was already eager to over achieve and successfully prove this teaching right.

He wanted to know more about her. Get to know the entire her and he had the perfect plan.

When they were finishing up, he helped her into her coat and grabbed her bag.

Penelope looked at him a little wryly, "why thank you, Hot Stuff."

"That's okay, Baby Girl." He said and leant in, "let me walk you home? I wanna talk."

She thought about it, "Okay."

After all separating, the pair of them walked in the cool air silently, neither of them mentioning anything.

"I'm sorry for my behaviour lately." Derek apologised, he was sorry for being off that wasn't lie. What was a lie was the place he was going to. "I've not really been myself."

"No kidding." Penelope snorted, "I'm sorry I got the wrong end of the situation the other day. Maybe I'm just reflecting this feeling in me onto every chance I get."

"What feeling?"

Penelope wrapped her arms around herself, "I'm beginning to feel a little lonely, Handsome, that's all. I miss someone to hug me; I guess I miss that type of attention. "

Derek's heart clenched a little, he'd only contributed to the feeling, he hadn't meant to, but he sure had. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the river front; he sat her down and just rested forward, his elbows on his knees, his hand to his lips.

"I never want you to feel like that, Baby Girl."

Penelope leant in, her shoulder touching his. "It happens. It's the way of life; it'll go when I find someone. I was brought up to believe in everything happening for a reason after all, my Love."

"I love how you stick by that every day. It's a part of you now." He told her and she smiled. "I see why it's a good life lesson."

"My step dad always told me that." She admitted to him and looked off dreamily.

Derek sat back, "what was he like?" He asked her and Penelope looked at him shocked. "I've never asked you before, now I am."

Penelope's smiled turned impish as she thought of her family. "He was quite a bold Mexican, stark contrast to my mom and real dad... he tried to follow the hippie way of life, but really he couldn't. Somehow it worked for my mom and dad, they were happy."

"How old were they when they died?"

"Mom was 38, dad was 42." Penelope said and felt Derek's arm wrap around her. "At time's I'm really glad they're not around to see what I've become."

"Why?"

"You remember when I was shot? I told you that it horrified them to think of me fighting crime?" Penelope asked and Derek nodded, "well what am I doing?"

"They'd be proud whatever."

Penelope snorted a little, "Husbandless, and childless, that wouldn't make them proud."

"You're only 33, Baby Girl, there's no rush." Derek told her, his bid for comfort trying to happen. "They'd be proud of you whatever."

"My brothers are all settled and have children running around," Penelope responded quietly, "I looked it all up, their medical records, their new addresses. They don't need me."

"Everyone needs an Aunt Penny."

"Even you're little ones." Penelope quipped at him with a smile, Derek looked at her perplexed. "Oh you know it's gonna happen, Stud. With your DNA, it'd be a waste not to procreate."

"We'll see." Derek commented and stood up. "C'mon, late night movie marathon."

Penelope looked up, her eyes were welling up, her lips were in a fixed huge smile. "Can we get The Love Guru? I want to have a laugh and I love that film for it."

"I know you do, Princess. We'll get Twilight out as well."

"Ah, you know all my favourites."

Derek smiled to himself for that. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought he was at this. He knew Penelope like the back of his hand. Standing here he could answer those questions and more. He knew her favourite smell, her most hated taste, her most loved teddy, the type of animal she adored, her fixation on anything that sparkle, her love of bright flowers, her distaste at sea food, her hate of bullying.

He knew more to her than he thought earlier.

He just hadn't been given the chance to express it. There was too much involved with Penelope to list in 10 minutes, that wasn't enough time to write down the whole, expressive answers to those questions. Or at least to the ones that he could.

Derek realised he didn't need lessons, he needed time. Time to wrap his head around what his heart truly desired and for Penelope he'd keep the lessons going. It was 5 more weeks, it wouldn't do him any harm and, plus, in those weeks he'd plan the best date ever.

Penelope was soon going to find out she was closer to a potential husband and father of her children than she thought.

Taking her hand they walked quietly, a little bit of banter carrying out, but for once Penelope felt like Derek wanted to be with her.

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A.N:Right I'm out all day tomorrow, so the likelihood of an update is quite slim, and I'll be back too late to update. I have train journeys so I'm sure I'll be able to write then =P

How d'you like that? More soon!