A/N: Thank you so much for all the support! I will reply to reviews as soon as I get the time. I was distracted all day playing with my new iPhone – I have finally joined the 21st Century, I come from a clap phone with a plan to text and call, give me a break :P

A bit more angst, but it's aaalllll building up. This story is more fluffy than anything else really.

That said, I do hope Someone Aka Me is enjoying it – Happy Holidays ;)

Closing the door behind him, Morgan rested against it, taking a good look at his best friend. She looked like she had been crying, and the state of her office was nothing like her either. Gone were all her troll dolls, her pictures and her fuzzy pens, everything was arranged meticulously. There was not a computer cable unaligned, the screens were set straight, and he thought he actually spotted a ruler behind her keyboards. Her waste-basket was overflowing with tissues though, and there was a collection of empty coffee cups gathering dust on one of the open desks, telling him this was a full-on crisis.

"Baby Girl," he started, stretching his arm to touch her cheek, but she stepped back, avoiding him, and she'd never, ever done that before, "What is wrong?"

"It's Garcia," she answered in an ice cold tone sending shivers up his spine, "these endearments are hardly professional." His intake of breath was probably audible in the hallway, but Derek didn't care. This was the beginning of the Apocalypse. The world as he knew it – gone.

"But to answer your question, nothing is wrong," she continued in a softer tone, "I have work to do."

"Oh hell no," he suddenly jumped back to life, determined to fight to get his Baby Girl back, for his world, for her, for Christmas, for their friendship, hell, for their love. He usually did whatever she asked him to do, but not this time. "You are coming with me." Without saying another word, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her out of her office despite her angry cries to let her go.

"Tell Hotch we'll be in tomorrow," he barely took the time to stick his head in the door of JJ's office, who greeted him with raised eyebrows but simply pursed her lips and nodded, figuring that whatever he was up to, he knew Penelope best and desperate times called for desperate measures. They needed some Christmas spirit, dammit!

=~==The Profile Who Saved Christmas==~=

"Okay, and now you're going to tell me what's wrong with you," Morgan demanded, authority shining in his voice, after he sat her down on his couch. It had been a struggle to convince her to get into his car, and she hadn't said a word during the entire ride there, making him even more nervous, but he had decided it was best to wait until they were settled on his couch before starting this obvious battle of wills.

"Nothing is wrong with me," Penelope said flatly. She was stubborn as a mule, he knew that. And he also knew there was an unspoken rule not to profile the members of their team. But, not wanting to waste any time – and Christmas was a mere five days away – he was going to. If that too failed, he always had the option of booze – either to render her talkative or to drown his sorrows.

"Baby Girl," he insisted on those two words which conveyed their entire relationship, "You haven't been yourself lately. You're hiding from everyone, you're wearing clothes even HR finds too dull, we haven't heard a single cheerful Christmas song, you're not wearing baubles for earrings, hell, you're not chasing Reid with that god awful ugly Christmas sweater you make him wear every year, there's no decorations up, your office looks like someone with OCD spent two weeks in it, and the worst of all, you have been crying and you didn't even come see me." He threw up his arms in exasperation, then knelt in front of Penelope, who was resting her head on her hands, massaging her temples.

"So I repeat my question, Goddess, what's wrong?" He asked softly, his fingers under her chin lifting her head so she would look at him and see he meant it, but instead of answering a tear escaped her eyes, and she finally let him take her in his arms for a hug, holding him so close he was afraid he'd burst. Understanding her need to let it all out, he didn't care about his tear-stained shirt or the fact he was sitting rather uncomfortably, he just kept rubbing her back and dropping sweet kisses in her hair.

=~==The Profiler Who Saved Christmas==~=

When Penelope finally calmed down, Derek eased her back on the couch, caressing her face before he stood up and disappeared into his kitchen, only to come back a moment later with hot cocoa with marshmallows, just the way she liked them.

He held one of the cups in front of her with one of his thousand-watt smiles, and a little voice in his head shouted triumphantly when he received a watery smile in return, some of the spunk he was so used to seeing in her eyes returning.

"Thanks, Hot Stuff," she murmured as he took his spot on the couch next to her, letting her enjoy the taste of her favorite holiday beverage before he'd continue his quest for the truth. One battle was won, but the war was still far from over, he could tell from the defensive position in which she was sitting.

"Feeling a bit better now?" he asked when she put her cup down, scooting a little closer to her, ready to continue working on her defenses, but she beat him to the punch.

"Kevin dumped me," she said in such a sad tone, and he kicked himself for his heart jumping up from joy, now was not the time to be all rejoiced about her break-up, so he hid the large smile which was starting to curl his lips and put his arm around her, pulling her into his side. Then again, he just knew the man had something to do with the state she was in, and he vowed revenge so great it would go down in history as The Day Kevin Lynch Wished He Was Never Born.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but he doesn't deserve you anyway," he comforted her softly, toning down what he really wanted to say about the tech geek.

"Yeah, well...obviously that's not what he thought," she scoffed, getting angry now. Derek remained puzzled, since JJ had told him Kevin was going to ask her to marry him. Still, she'd gone through rough patches with him before and nothing ever resulted in such a catastrophe as now, in fact she'd never even flinched when they'd been on a break before.

"Sweetheart, is that why you shut all of us out? Why you changed yourself so much? No man is worth that, Penelope, no man is even worthy of your love, let alone your distress," he hugged her closer, emotion overtaking him.

He saw the tears were getting ready to fall again, but it seemed they were a different kind of tears, not as desperate as her crying just before, which confused him even more, when he saw her looking away from him, so before she could shut him out again, he cupped her face in his hands, bringing her closer to him.

"Whatever he did to you, princess, he'll pay for it, I swear that," he made a fist behind his back, mentally picturing diverse torture methods to subject her loser ex-boyfriend to, until he'd be begging on his knees for forgiveness.

"It's my fault," she mumbled, looking up at him with so much hurt in her eyes it broke his heart too.

"Nonsense, my perfect Goddess," he shook his head, unbelieving she just said that, adding a few more torture devices to his mental check-list, "You and I are going to order dinner, watch movies, and you are going to tell me exactly what happened. Sounds like a plan?"

He almost thought she'd say no, but when she nodded, he jumped up and grabbed a list of menus along with his phone.

"Okay, your pick, Baby Girl, Mexican, Thai, Italian, Vietnamese, just ordinary Chinese," he started listing some of the choices with such enthusiasm she just had to smile, and he finally had a bit of hope that everything would return to normal in no time.

"I'll take the Italian, Handsome," she winked, "Think they deliver my own personal stud along with my dinner to cheer me up?"

"Hey!" He faked a hurt expression, "I thought that was what you had me for!"

"Hmmm, who knows what use I might have for you," she quipped, feeling her spirits returning to her. Nothing better than a little Derek Morgan therapy to lift your mood, that was for sure!

"I can't wait to find out," he winked, falling back on the sofa with her, the menu in hand.

A/N: another prompt crossed off the list, the ugly Christmas sweater. It will make a return, I think, in the chapter I'm writing right now!