(A/N: Well, this one came up on me suddenly. I had to rush home to write it while I still could. I usually don't update this quickly. And honestly, I tend not to update this quickly so I can look over it a time or two before posting to make corrections. Hope you enjoy! KK)

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Rossi looked around as he finished the last of his case notes. Back on the jet and on their way home, he had settled toward the rear of the jet. Looking over the seats in front of him, he could see Morgan, working on his own case notes. Now that Aaron tried to get home to Jack, everyone on the team helped. Aaron no longer had to write up everyone's notes; he only had to proof them before filing them. Rossi usually helped him out by taking half of them and reviewing them for him. Both he and Aaron usually stayed late, clearing up and finishing the filing on the case.

JJ was sleeping, having finished her summary. Emily was still typing. Reid and Aaron were sitting together, quietly going over their drafts. They had been paired together a lot on this case while he, Morgan and Emily had done most of the leg work. Rossi shook his head. Sometimes, trying to figure out Reid's leaps of logic from his jottings, well, it amazed him. But, this time, explaining those leaps in thought was Aaron's job, not his.

Shifting in his seat, he heard the crinkle in his jacket pocket and smiled. He thought back to this morning when they were checking out of the hotel. He had walked in with Hotch and stood waiting as Hotch paid the bill with the agency credit card. Turning to look at the small waiting area, his glance had returned to focus on an area of knick knacks for sale on the counter. There was a tall pink and purple pen standing out amid a container of colored pens. Some had what looked to be poofy cotton balls on them, some had smiley faces. But the one he was looking at, the pink and purple one had a red heart sitting on top of it. Reaching out, he picked it out of the container. Taking the cap off it, he scribbled it over one of the pamphlets, satisfied to see it writing and inordinately pleased that the heart lit up with every stroke of the pen across the paper. Taking out his wallet, he bought it. Ignoring Hotch's glance his way, he had placed the pen in his pocket and walked out of the office.

Patting his hand over his jacket pocket one more time, he settled back in his seat. He never bought knick knacks for women. He bought expensive bouquets and jewelry. He bought wine. Hell, with his ex-wives, he bought damn vacations and cars to pacify them. Thinking of Penelope, he knew she would be pleased at any of that. Maybe not right now, but later on, she would exclaim and giggle. And later, maybe they would share that too. But, seeing that damn pen, he had just known her eyes would light up. His phone buzzed at him. Opening it, he smiled. His Kitten had just texted him.

"Hurry back. Missed you. PS. Don't watch the video on the plane." Rossi scrolled down and saw the video attachment. Looking up and around one more time, he settled into place and turned the phone towards him before hitting play.

There was darkness, then a rustling sound. Then he could tell the lid of a laptop was being lifted and he had a view of his desk and chair. What? Slowly a pair of legs walked into view. Watching, he could see the seams up the back of the hose that graced those legs. As she sat in his chair, he could see her from the side and he watched as she propped one foot on the edge of his desk, letting the skirt of her dress drift slightly down her leg. All he could see was the arms of his chair down to the seat and the front of this desk. Her face and chest were not in view. But he knew who it was. His whole body throbbed in response, one big nerve tuned to her, to what she was doing. He watched as one hand came into view, nails glinting brightly, as they stroked over her ankle. His breath came heavily as he watched her fingers slide down her calf and graze over her knee. As her fingers drifted under the edge of her dress, he felt his breathing shudder out. His avid gaze was locked on the scene as her fingers slowly dragged up the edge of her dress. Reaching her garter, her fingernails briefly danced under the edge of the lace before sliding higher. He could no longer see her hand as she rolled forward, standing up. For a second she stood there before turning so that all he could see was the back of her legs again. Slowly he took in the view, those seams running up the back of her stockings, straight to the edge of her dress that was now draped a little higher above the backs of her knees. And he could now see that her hands were under her dress and up by her waist, folds of fabric falling away from her wrists. Rossi watched as those hands slowly glided back down, down, down. As they came into view, he could see a scrap of bright blue silk held between her fingers. She wasn't-! She was! He watched as his Kitten moved her hands lower before swaying briefly to the right and left. As her legs shifted with her movement and he had a brief glimpse of her calves, he knew what she was doing. Frozen and still, fingers of one hand clenched around the armrest till his knuckles were white, he shifted uncomfortably, his reaction to watching the video playing before him - quick and powerful. As she stood up, blue color spilled from her fingers. He watched as she pulled out the lower desk drawer and placed that captivating blue bit of silk inside. The drawer slid shut with a snap and she stood back up. As she moved back towards the laptop, he watched as her dress flowed around her legs. A shadow moved over the screen and her voice came quietly to him from the screen. "I told you not to watch the video on the plane, David. Fly quickly and safely home."

The video went to dark and David stared at his phone blankly for a moment. Fuck! He knew what was under her dress now. Or more accurately, he knew what wasn't beneath her dress. And he had another two hours before they were back at the BAU. Then, filing his report, maybe helping Aaron with everyone else's before he could seek her out. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Feeling a jostle at his side he looked up into Emily's gaze.

"Rossi, what has you all stirred up? You look – disturbed, and maybe a little mad?"

Snapping his phone shut, Rossi sat forward stiffly in his seat, clasping his hands together as he leaned forward but keeping his elbows the arms of his seat, hiding the evidence of his intense arousal. "No, just got some information I guess I wasn't prepared for at over 20,000 feet in the air and no way to act on it yet."

"Well, something we need to worry about?"

"No." Ross was still leaning forward as he replied, "No, this is personal business."

"O-kay. Let me know if you change your mind."

"I will."

Emily moved on to the bathroom past Rossi. She wished she could have caught a glimpse of what he had been watching on his phone. Her curiosity was up and running now as she stepped back out and walked by Rossi, observing him as he stared fiercely out the airplane window. One of his hands still had a tight grip on his phone but he was determinedly not looking at it. Emily wondered what information he had received that had stirred up the sleeping beast that was David Rossi.

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Morgan leaned back after re-reading the report he was going to submit to Hotch when they returned. Feeling a vibration from his phone, he pulled it free of his pocket, smiling at seeing a message from his Baby Girl.

"how r u, my dark Apollo?"

"fine, baby girl"

"everyone ok? heard rough time 4 my chickies"

"seems fine. everyone' s sleeping or working reports."

"c u back at base then."

"slow down mama. got question u need 2 clear"

"?"

"when did u start flirting with Rossi?"

Morgan waited for a few minutes. Looking up at Rossi while he waited on Penelope's reply, he noticed Rossi once again staring at something on his phone with one rough handed grip while the other one refused to unwrap from the arm of the chair. The only reason he knew something wasn't wrong with Rossi was because he wasn't up and moving, pacing. But, something was definitely up with the man.

"I flirt with everyone, mon ami"

"not like that u dont."

"Im not talking 2 u about this. later"

"oh, we will talk later, baby girl"

"hate profilers"

"we're still going to have that talk"

Morgan shut his phone with a sharp click. It wasn't that he minded her flirting with someone. Hell, he had watched that tentative gasp of a relationship with Lynch start and stagger to a stop, supporting her during their fights, listening to her worries, while trying not to get involved when Lynch kept coming to him. That had been a dance with patience he rarely showed, but he had, because he wanted his Baby Girl to be happy.

Penelope Garcia deserved someone that would give her 110%. Someone that would love her; treat her like a princess. Someone that would give her a respite from this job they worked in. Someone that could give her the life she deserved. Yes, He and Penelope would definitely be having a conversation once they returned to the BAU.

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Finally! Rossi stepped onto the elevator with the rest of the team as they arrived back at the BAU. Every question that he had been asked on the way back from the airport, he had answered with one or two word answers. Eventually, everyone had begun to chatter around him. He knew they were throwing glances his way, but he had no desire to pretend to calmness he wasn't feeling. He never had 'pretended' well. Not unless it was his job and his was in his element, negotiating smoothly and quickly sizing up the situation. But, this was his life and he didn't pretend for anyone anymore. So, they could just deal with his temporary remoteness. There was only one thing on his mind right now. And that was finding his Kitten quickly. He had no idea what he was going to say or do, but he knew he had to see her first. Stepping from the elevator, he strode to the open door to Penelope's office, quickly establishing that she was not inside. Looking around the bullpen, he didn't see her anywhere.

The Minx! Where had she gone? As Rossi's eyes made another round, he saw the door to his office. With a rapid stride, he headed there. Opening his door, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him as he determined that she wasn't inside his office. Walking slower now, he rounded his desk and sat slowly down in his chair. He closed his eyes as part of the video he had already watch three times flashed before his eyes and he saw her leg propped on his desk. Reaching out with his eyes closed, he closed his hand on the very place her foot had been propped. Opening them suddenly, he reached down and put his hand on the handle to the desk drawer. Taking a breath, he eased out the drawer. Blue silk hid brightly inside. Reaching down, he ran his fingers over the smoothness of her silk lingerie. Oh, he was screwed. Surely he was, because his report could be damned. It was still lying on his desk where he had placed it. All he could think about was the feel of silk beneath his hand. Pulling her briefs from the drawer, he clutched them in one hand while opening the phone with his other. Pulling up the video, he started it again, this time sitting in the same chair she had sat in, holding pure blue silk spilling from his fingers. Yes, he was so screwed.

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She had run! Penelope could not believe that she had gone and hid. Emily had texted her when the plane had landed to say they would be back at the office in an hour. After pacing her office, she had stepped outside to meet the team and happened to glance towards Dave's office door. Suddenly, she had frozen with fear. She had sent him a video! What had she been thinking? Sure, they had talked or at least said good night every night this past week and a half, but, honestly –

Who did she think she was? Femme fatale of the BAU? It was one of the reasons she never sent anything but flirty texts to Kevin. What if he had laughed at sexy pictures of her? Or worse, someday shown them to someone else? She would have died! Sexting was acceptable. Sending videos or pictures was not. Was she not the Super Duper Major Skills Tech Analyst of the BAU? Didn't the FBI have to track her down and offer her a job to keep her from hacking into their systems? She, the Dos Goddess knew better than anyone that once you sent something like that out there, it was out there forever. The Net was the only God/Goddess of All Knowledge she knew that wasn't the almighty Lord himself. And she had given herself up to it. Or, up to Dave. She knew that she hadn't included her face, but still, anyone that was familiar with them would know who it was. What had she been thinking?

With a panicked feeling, she bolted from the floor. Dodging down the hallway before hitting the stairs she trotted down two flights to the waiting area of the office below theirs. The one that had the nice overlook out the windows that she came by to look at sometimes. Waving at the secretary as she passed, she came to a stop facing the window, rapidly tapping one foot on the floor while tapping her fingers against her legs. For the first time, the second part of what she had done slid home to her. She was walking around in the freaking BAU without panties! OMG! They were still in Dave's desk. Crap! Oh freaking craptastic! She needed to talk to someone. She was losing her mind.

Every time something in her life was going good, something happened to ruin it. What if she was pushing Dave too fast and too far? He had said that he didn't want this to be a onetime thing. But, what if he wanted to be the one that controlled their relationship? She had never dated anyone like Rossi. Heavens! He was rich. She actually, probably more than anyone, knew how rich due to the tabs she had to regularly check on everyone on her teams. It was awkward when she thought about having to look through personal accounts for random, untraceable deposits of money. Maybe that was one of the reasons she was so quick to sometimes shove her way into her teams lives and situations. She knew so much about them; sometimes she forgot that they didn't know everything about her. And, Rossi! He went to operas and banquets and book signings. He was actually famous. He called his house a mansion and he was only halfway kidding. She needed to talk to someone. And fast.

Turning decisively around, she headed back out of the waiting area and towards the elevators. Maybe she could lurk around the elevators and catch JJ or Emily. Pull them aside. And flat out ask them what they thought. Stepping on the elevator, she headed up to the BAU floor. Each ding of the passing floors sounded like a funeral bell. Ding – Ding – Ding. At the last sound, the elevator shuddered slightly to a halt and the doors opened. Stepping out, she eased down the hallway.

Feeling a hand grabbing her upper arm, she emitted a sharp squeal as she was pulled inside an empty office.

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(A/N: So, how did this come about, you ask? Well, the story wouldn't stop with the conversations of Chapter 9. The story just went on and I had to get it down as soon as possible.

I wonder who has managed to grab our panicking Communications Liaison and Technical Analyst? LOL! Hope you enjoyed this short chapter! KK)