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A/N: It's been so long. My computer crashed and I've had to rebuild a lot of my canon time line and information files. *sigh* I had started a chapter before the tragedy occurred, but by the time I got my computer back, my mood had changed. The only way I could merge the two separate ideas together, was to build another time of sharing between my favorite two lovers in the form of a separation due to work, and another set of personal phone calls. Hope you enjoy! KK

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"Well, my Super Sexy Special Agent Rossi, are you ready for bed?" Penelope's voice curled from the phone, lightening the lingering shadows in Rossi's eyes. He had come to treasure these quiet times with Penelope at night before he tried to sleep. Another case, another city, another Unsub, but, now, before he slept, he heard Penelope's voice. Finally putting thoughts of the case from his mind, he listened as she continued, "Do you know when I first started noticing you?"

Letting the smirk that unconsciously crossed his face bleed into his voice, Rossi replied, "Kitten, you're telling me that you didn't notice me from the first time I came into the office?"

"Oh, I admired you from afar from the very beginning, Super Sexy Agent David Rossi. That walk, that hair, that smirk, that ass - of course I admired you, Dave." Penelope put Dave on speaker as she moved around the room getting ready for bed. "But, there's a big difference between admiring someone for their looks, and then finding yourself liking someone because of who they are. You soon earned my respect by working with the team. But, it wasn't until you let us all come over to your house that I started dreaming about you."

Dave listened as she moved around the bedroom. In his mind's eye, he could picture the scene. Moving to the bed in the hotel they had been given, Rossi relaxed back against the headboard. "I always thought I ended whatever regard you held for me with my badgering of you after you were shot."

Penelope's voice dropped for a moment, "You terrified me briefly, Dave." Trying to give Dave a clear understanding of that chaotic time long ago, she added, "I was actually scared I had lost your respect. Yours and Hotch's."

Dave's reply came quickly, "No, Kitten-"

Penelope interrupted him. She had already begun to pace as she began rambling her reasons, having given this a lot of thought, "Dave, I was using FBI services for personal reasons. I had records in FBI files security coded under my private password. How far would I have kept going if something hadn't –"

Dave's voice came from the phone, overmatching hers, quiet and incontestable, "Just stop. Penelope Garcia, sit and listen to me." Penelope sat down on the side of her bed, picking up the phone and taking it off speaker so she could press Dave's voice closer to her ear as it came from the phone, "You would have never done anything with your goddess powers that would have hurt anyone. Your personal reasons you keep mentioning, you did the first because of your concern for those families you counseled. You did the second, protecting our files, because of your concern for our family among the BAU. You would have never taken steps that would have gone into the realm of breaking the unbreakable."

Having finally gotten ready for bed, Penelope pulled the covers aside and leaned back in bed, staring at the ceiling as she thought about what Rossi had said, "You're saying, I would never use my powers for evil." Wrapping a curl around her finger, she smiled, "Why, thank you, my delicious zuccotto."

For a moment there was a soothing silence, broken only by the sound of rustling from Dave's side of the phone as he changed clothes. Penelope felt a flush of sensation wash across her skin as she listened to Dave undress over the phone. She knew that body intimately to the sounds Dave made, she could visualize the skin he would reveal. Rossi's voice pulled her from her imaginings.

"I terrified you, Kitten?" Apology and caring echoed over the phone.

She spoke unguardedly, "Dave, it was a long time past. And, only briefly." Rolling to her side in the bed, she cradled her pillow close. "Believe me when I say, months later, when I remember your eyes staring into mine as you focused on me so intensely, it wasn't fear that caused me to shiver."

On the other side of the line, Rossi closed his eyes a bit in frustration as his memory continued replaying, "And you ran right into the arms of Kevin Lynch for the next 4 years."

"Oh, don't you get testy about that, David Rossi. Not when I had to hear about you and your adventures around the office." A giggle escaped her as she remembered one particular early morning run in, "And see you and Erin Strauss coming from the same hotel."

Feeling his frown smooth out and a smile tugging at his lips, Dave interrupted quickly, "Woman, stop, stop. My so-called adventures have been over with for well on a year now. We both went our own separate ways back then." For a brief moment, Dave's vision was taken up by past images of Penelope and the colorful streaks in her hair as she turned her head to smile, the black rims of her glasses framing her eyes and those soft curls framing her smiling face, and Penelope in only a robe in her apartment. Deliberately putting the reminder of Kevin Lynch from his mind, he brought the conversation back to a more pleasing time. "So, the memory of me interrogating you gave you shivers back then, but it wasn't until I invited you all over for a cooking lesson that you started dreaming about me? Seeing me in an apron upped my sex appeal, didn't it? It's because I'm Italian." He smiled as giggles erupted from the phone propped against his ear.

"Oh, shut up. It was just, for once, I saw a side of you that was more than the lone wolf. More than the agent. More than the famous author. And, it was sexier than all those other things." Penelope found herself musing over her first glimpse of David Rossi in his home.

"Just what was it that you saw, Penelope?" His curiosity was woken now. They had been dating for three months now, making time work for both of them in-between cases and commitments that drew them apart. And even with the quiet talks that sometimes became so painfully honest that they withdrew to just quiet words of care and goodnight, there were still more and more things to share between them.

A purr of arousal underlay her response, "I saw you. You had on that blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. That dishtowel casually thrown over your shoulder just drew attention to that glimpse of chest you gave with those open buttons. You had on jeans again." For a brief moment she rambled into enthusiastic admiration, "Do you know I could stare at your ass in jeans all day?" After a quiet moment of reflection on the aforementioned body part, she continued, "Anyway, you just moved around that kitchen with such certainty. You smiled, you were in your element. You engaged everyone on the team, talking to them, bringing them into the group. And watching you made me smile. I couldn't take my eyes from you. When you helped me create that vegetarian recipe later, I believe that was truly the moment."

After a space, Dave encouraged quietly, "What moment, Cara?"

"The moment I truly saw you. I'd seen parts of you. Up till then. Different sides that you let show to the team. Things I found out online. But, then, it was like it all came together. I saw the man you were. And, it was a lure that I followed all night with my eyes. You were always attractive. You always moved like you knew eyes were on you. And you are cunning, David Rossi. You use your wits, you are not stagnant." Penelope shivered a bit, remembering that time together when the rest of the team had moved outside and David had stayed to help her with her tofu menu. "But that night, it was like every part of your persona was present, merged together. God, you were sexy, Mon Loup."

Briefly Dave concluded - I must remember to thank Hotch. "I wish I had known," He whispered huskily to Penelope.

"Why? There was nothing you could have done back then, Dave. I was dating Kevin." Amusement colored her tone, as well as, a touch of wistfulness.

"Yes, and if there is one thing I've always had pride in, I've never played in another man's backyard. But, that doesn't mean I wouldn't have gone out of my way to let you know I was interested and available." Dave's voice deepened to a sexy rumble as he replied.

Penelope shivered, "Like I said, cunning, Dave." With a husky sound to her own voice, she added, "I dreamed about you that night."

"Did you?" Penelope could hear the covers rustling as David moved in bed through the phone. His voice came to her darkly through the phone. "What did you dream about, Kitten?" Dave could feel his body tensing with the thought of Penelope's dreams. Pushing the covers down around his waist, he wondered if he should turn the air down so that it would cool down a little more in the room. It felt hotter than it should be. He wondered if he should get up to turn the temp down on the air condition. Was the a/c even working?

"It wasn't so much the dreams, Dave. It was what I did after waking up from the dreams." Penelope's voice came to him, and for a moment he thought the air pressure in the room had to have dropped.

Breath barely moving from his lips, "Tell me, Cara."

Penelope paused. Taking a breath, she opened up even more to her lover, letting him into a secret part of herself, "Put your phone on speaker, Dave, you're going to need both hands for this."

Dave felt a shudder wrack his body. Penelope's voice had gotten low and husky. Doing what she had said, he felt a moment of uncomfortableness. He was hard beneath his pajamas, he was almost sweating with need and want, and he was listening to a voice coming from the phone…..what was he, a teenager calling a hotline? Then Penelope's voice came to him.

"When I first woke up, it was like your scent was around me. It took me a moment to realize it was because it was still on my jacket from when I hugged you goodbye that night in your kitchen. I had thrown your jacket over the foot of my bed and your scent surrounded me in my sleep. Waking from my dream, your scent surrounding me, hearing your voice in my dream. I woke up with goose bumps and a shiver running over my skin that wasn't due to the cold. I remember being half asleep and feeling the sheet moving over my skin. And thinking it was your hands running over me."

Forgetting he was lying in bed, Dave's head fell back against the pillow. "I wish my hands were on you." The words came forth involuntarily, the need great.

"I do too, Mon Loup. In my mind, when I woke up that night, you did. I was half asleep and remembering your kitchen. You moving around me in your kitchen. This time though, in my dream, I had the right to touch you. To step into your arms and run my fingers up your neck, playing with the ends of your hair as I scratch my nails across your scalp."

He groaned, feeling blood rush low and deep, having to kick free of the sheet that seemed to be binding him now. "Cara…."

"Your hands moved to clutch my hips as you leaned back against the counter, and you pulled me against you as I leaned away, my hands unbuttoning your shirt. I pushed it from your shoulders, because, you were mine. Mine to touch. Mine to hold. I ran my hands down your chest, sliding my fingers and nails over you, scratching you, touching you." Penelope took a deep breath. "As my fingers reach the waistband of your jeans, you pull me close." Her voice didn't change as she asked, "What are you wearing right now, Dave?"

"Just pajama bottoms, Kitten." Dave replied, not thinking, just responding to the siren call of her voice.

"Take them off, Mon Loup. I want to picture you without them." An air of authority strengthened her command and Dave found himself moving without thinking, sliding his hands under the edge of his pajamas pushing them the rest of the way down, kicking them off the end of the bed. Her voice came to him once again as he lay back on the bed. "Are you on top of the covers?"

Dave made a soft huffing sound to clear his throat before trying again to reply, "Yes, Cara. I wish I had your hands on me."

"Back then, or now?" Temptation came through the phone line in Penelope's voice and Dave responded to it. "Both."

"Where are your hands, Dave?"

There was only the sound of restless movement coming to her over the phone.

"Are you touching yourself? Are you running your hands over your chest and down over your hips. You know that spot on your hip that I love to kiss, the one I lick when I run my nails over your thighs. Are you pressing your thumb into that indentation? Thinking of me?" Penelope couldn't believe she was trying to seduce David Rossi over the phone. And it was working from the sound of the low, almost silent sounds of husky breathing.

A low growl was the only answer to her question.

Raising her voice slightly, she issued a challenge, "Talk to me. Dave. Or, I'm going to hang up, and finish this….finish….myself…..all alone."

A gasp of breath and sounding strangled, he answered her, "Don't hang up, Kitten. I'm," Dave couldn't believe he was talking about this, but, the idea that Penelope wanted to hear him, that she may already be touching herself was too much, "I'm stroking myself, listening to your voice."

Her devilish voice came to him, "Dave, you sound…..uncertain…..and, really turned on."

Honesty compelling him, "I never really understood the draw of phone sex, Kitten. Till now. I can hear your voice, Penelope. And, when I close my eyes, I can see you. You're lying in bed right now aren't you? What shirt are you wearing, Cara?"

"The one you sent me. The pink one that says 'Hello, Kitty'." Penelope's voice was soft.

"Take if off for me. Take it off so I can start kissing along your collarbone, till I can reach that place right behind your ear, on your neck, that place that when I kiss it, when I lick it, but especially when I bite…." Dave tightened his hand and struggled to suppress a moan as her whimper came to him over the phone. "That's the sound, the one that makes me want to press you against the counter in my kitchen, wrap my hands in your hair and kiss you."

Breathy sounds come to him over the phone before her next words, "Your hands are clenching on my hips, gripping them tight as I slide my fingers beneath the edge of your jeans. I want to feel you. Feel you filling my hands. You're so hard, surging in my hands. Your hips are moving, sliding your length between my fingers as you grind your hips into mine. I can feel you pressing between my thighs, the material of your jeans is scraping against me, pressing the thin material of my clothing against me, causing me to keep arching against you."

"You're killing me, Cara." Dave's voice was a groan, "You're wet, aren't you? Your fingers are slick. I can HEAR you touching yourself."

"Are you stroking yourself, Dave?" Penelope's voice was strained and he knew she was getting close to the end, straining for that explosion of sensation. He could hear her breathing, breathy and sweet in his ears. Her voice sounded brokenly in his ears as she continued, "I would kiss you, my tongue brushing your lips before pushing against yours as my hands cup you. I can't help but stroke you, my hand sliding up and down, holding you tight between us. My other hand is reaching up to hold your head to me. God, the feel of your mouth on mine, your beard as it moves over my cheek and across my neck. I nip your lip with my teeth, wanting your lips back on mine." Penelope's voice took on a sexy candor as she left her fantasy and drug Dave's mind into her reality, "I'm so wet, sir. I need you."

Harsh and guttural, Dave's voice came to her, "How many, Cara?"

"Two." Penelope rolled to her side, curling her body forward a little as she plucked at one nipple of her breast as she worked her hand between her thighs. She panted, needing to hear more from Dave. Wanting to know that he was as caught up in this as she was. "I'm tight, it's been so long, Mon Loup. I'm too hot and it's making me dizzy. I'm soaking wet for you and I need you inside me, hard and deep, moving in me."

"Christ, Cara." His hand tightened on his flesh as he swelled harder. "Add another finger, Kitten. Stretch yourself for me. I don't want to hurt you when I get back and I'm going to be rough when I have you bare before me."

"Yes, please." Arching against the bed, she shuddered. She was nearly there. "Dave, I need to hear your voice. Tell me, talk to me. If I can't have you inside me, talk to me Dave. I need-"

"Do you need me to ride you? Ride you till you are raw and clutching at me closer, begging me to fuck you even harder?" The image was enough to pull a groan from him as he stroked himself faster, matching his moves in time with each whimper and gasp that came from the phone.

"Harder…" Penelope echoed his question. "Harder, sir. Please."

Dave tightened his own grip at her plea. The next echo, "Faster," and the sound of her fingers sliding into her wet heat pushed him over the edge. He could see her in his mind's eye, her body arching with desperate need. His hand pulling with strong smooth motions, quicker and harder, matching her pleas, causing sensation to crash into his body in successive waves.

Penelope whimpered as she thrust her hips forward to meet her own fingers, driving herself against her own digits over and over, again and again, till the heel of her hand was brushing her clit with each movement. Pulling wet sounds and whimpering cries from her body as she increased her speed. She strained forward, her hips working furiously, but unable yet to reach that point.

Frustration caused her to cry out, "Please! I can't! Not on my own. I need you! Say it. Tell me, please!"

Dave knew she was as far gone as he was. He could hear her, her wet heat, her quivering cries filled his soul, his concept of normalcy gone in that one burning moment. He stroked himself harder, tighter, faster, imagining her body under him, accepting him. Not holding back as he pushed inside her, the sounds she was making for him. He knew what she needed and he waited, drawing out the moment, his body becoming lost in sensations. He heard her small scream of anguish in her last plea and it caused pleasure to shoot up his spine. He swelled impossibly hard and as his eyes screwed shut, he commanded, "Now, Cara! Come, now!"

The sound of her pleasure, her scream of release, his name on her lips was all he needed to finish and his body arched from the bed. He came to the sound of her voice, his body shaking as each muscle tightened to the point of almost pain and then released as his body emptied across his stomach and hands.

Breathing deeply, he slowly straightened back out. He listened to the sounds of panting that came from the phone as they both lay, the quiet contentment of the shared moment all they both needed.

"Dave?" the voice came lazily from below his shoulder where the phone had slid from his pillow. Lazily grabbing the phone, he answered her, needing to know she was still sharing this with him.

"Yes, Kitten?"

"I still miss you. This is better, but it's not enough." She closed her eyes. She missed the smell of him. The taste of him. It wasn't the same without him. She needed him.

Quietly from him, "I miss you too, Penelope." Sharing a peaceful moment with her, he added with a hint of a smile, "But, you know, next time I have you in my kitchen, you're going to be naked, pressed down across my table, and I'm going to be pressing so deep inside you, you're going to taste me with each breath you take."

"Promise?" Sated, mischievous pleasure coated the word as Penelope rolled to her back.

"Oh, yes. I can guarantee it." He wanted to see her body writhe under his as she made those lovely sounds. And, he wanted to fully explore that 'sir' she kept dropping during moments of passion. "Oh, yes, a definite promise."

Penelope yawned, the tensions of the day gone. She was so close to falling asleep now, but she didn't want to hang up. "Good night…" she whispered.

The quirk of loving humor was in his voice as he whispered, "Sleep well" in return.

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(Another case, another phone call later between the two lovers)

"You couldn't have been interested in me that far back, Dave." Penelope rolled her eyes over his persistence. Damned Italian machismo.

"Kitten, do you remember the first un-Birthday party you threw me?" Dave's voice drew her back to the conversation.

"Yes!" Remember the frustration of trying to plan a special day without everyone in the unit getting wind of it and giving the secret away tinged her voice, "The amount of planning that I had to do to be sure that everything was a surprise." A giggle burst from the phone and her next words confirmed that she was starting to remember everything that had happened that day, "For a moment there, I thought you were going to kill poor Reid!"

"So, did I." Dave's rueful voice held humor as well, "If he had landed in my lap one more time, I probably would have."

"I'll be sure to let him know how close he came to death." Smothered laughter could be heard from Penelope and Dave's lips pulled into an acknowledging grin.

"I'm sure he does know. I was very explicit with my threat to him." A growl punctuated the statement and Penelope dissolved in gasping laughter.

"You didn't threaten Reid, did you? Oh my, no wonder he was so jumpy during that game." Giggles continued as Penelope remembered that night.

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Reid froze as a box slammed to his desktop and Garcia came to a stop beside him.

"What's this?" Curiosity flared in his tone.

"It's for Rossi's un-Birthday party. Pick one, you can pay me back later, and meet in the War Room in an hour." Picking up her box as Reid, rather confusedly pulled an item from the box, she turned back to him again, "Oh yeah, here's your hat. And memorize this, it's the un-birthday song we're singing."

With dismay, Reid looked at the purple and black hat she had thrust into his hands, "Garcia, do I have to wear this?"

"Yes!"

"Baby Girl, what are you doing?" Morgan smiled at the flurry of activity as Penelope whirled by his desk.

"This is yours to wear. Not now! Take it off! Here, pick a present. Not for you, sweetness," fond love and patience underlay her tone as she pulled the crown from his head, "the gift is for Rossi! Be in the War Room in an hour and memorize this song."

Grinning with relief, it had only been 20 minutes since she started her rounds, odds were good that it hadn't had time to sink in yet so the secret shouldn't have been given away. Looking at the friends before her, she paused for breath before beginning her brief explanation again, "Good, you are all here. These are your copies of the song. Reach in here, pick out a gift, you can pay me back later. Be in the War Room in 40 minutes."

A voice stopped her on her way out, "Penelope, what are we supposed to be wrapping these with?"

"Use your imagination! Do I have to think of everything?" They were supposed to be smart, her family. Couldn't they figure that out without her? Exasperation seemed to be her inner voice as she left the small office, listening to the surprised mutters behind her.

"What is this?"

"Trade ya'. I've got rabbit ears."

Shutting the door behind her, she came to a bracing halt before she ran into the person in the hall.

"What's going on?"

"I'm. Well, I'm planning a surprise party for Dave –" Penelope winced, she was always so careful not to be personal about her relationship at work on a regular basis, but, surprise had made her less cautious.

"I see. And these?"

Stuttering over her response, Penelope clutched her box against her chest, "Presents and costume hats. I was hoping you might attend? I'm thinking in about 30 minutes in the War Room?"

"I have an appointment I have to be at this evening but I wouldn't mind stopping by before I leave. I have something I got for Dave a while back. I'll just take this…" With a quick snatch, one of the costume pieces was taken and Penelope was left alone in the corridor with a small smile.

Leaning in the office door, SSA Hotchner called to his friend, "Dave, we caught a case."

Sighing, Dave pushed away from his desk and stood. He had hoped to be able to relax tonight. Maybe call a buddy and have a few drinks. But, a normal life always seemed to be put on hold for this job, one way or the other. "On my way, Aaron."

He watched as Aaron walked on to the War Room. It must be something unusual this time. Aaron seemed to be reading his case file intently and he usually had it memorized before calling a meeting. Quickening his step, he froze as he came inside the room to find everyone standing around.

"What is this?" For an unbelieving moment, he closed and opened his eyes one more time. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure he was still at Quantico and that the office behind him hadn't disappeared or faded away in the manner of dreams before looking back at the friends that were standing before him.

Emily and JJ were standing close by the door. But, that wasn't unusual, often he had stepped into the War Room to find members standing together in different groups discussing a case. What was unusual was the set of black mouse ears on Emily's head and the soft silvery bunny ears that rose from JJ's. Letting his gaze travel around the room, he found his eyes drawn to the purple and black monstrosity of a top hat that Reid was wearing, to the crown with hearts on it that sat slightly askew upon Morgan's head. Hotch was standing at the back of the room looking ludicrously stalwart, arms crossed and a pair of white bunny ears upon his head. And close to his right stood Penelope, a set of her kitten ears on her head and a grin across her face.

With a quiet "Ahem-" to the room, they began singing and Dave knew his face must be slack with disbelief.

(The Un-Birthday Song)
Whole Group: A very merry un-birthday to you.

Reid/Mad Hatter: To whom?

Garcia/Cheshire Cat: To him.
Reid/Mad Hatter: Oh, you!

Whole Group: A very merry un-birthday to you!

Emily/Dormouse: Who, him?

JJ/March Hare: Yes, him!

Whole Group: Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea. A very merry un-birthday to you!

Reid/Mad Hatter: Now, statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday

Morgan/King of Hearts: Imagine, just one birthday every year

Reid/Mad Hatter: Ah, but there are three hundred and sixty four un-birthdays!

Hotch/White Rabbit: Precisely why we're gathered here to cheer

Whole Group: A very merry un-birthday to you, to you

Rossi stuttered with shock, "For me?"

Penelope couldn't help but grin, "For you!"

Whole Group finishes the chorus: Now blow the candle out, my dear. And make your wish come true. A merry merry un-birthday to you!

A moment of silence enfolds the room, almost to the point of uncomfortableness as they all remember the reason that Dave doesn't celebrate birthdays. Penelope worried shifted from one foot to the other before beginning to speak, but she was interrupted by a strident voice from the doorway behind Dave.

"Off with his Head!" Everyone froze once again. Turning and stepping almost into Penelope, Dave moved into the room and out of the way of the doorway, revealing a straight-faced Erin Strauss. Feeling a moment of uncertainty, Dave tries to deflect what is surely her ire from the group that was only trying to surprise him.

"Erin…" but stops when his eyes happen upon the tiara gracing her loose blonde hair. He can only stare as she chuckles, enjoying everyone's surprise as she steps into the room. "I'm glad to see that the team is taking the time out to relax after this horrible week we've had." Turning to Dave, she hands him a merrily wrapped present. The fact that it was in wrapping paper making it obvious that she had purchased it and held on to it for a while now. "Here's your first un-birthday present, Dave."

The whole team watched as Dave stared at the present before reaching out to take it from her. Erin stepped back beside Emily as he slowly unwrapped the box, opening it to pull out an expensive double bladed cigar cutter. Staring at the gift in his hand, Dave quietly smiled, clicking it together as he thought of Erin's entrance line. Looking up, he met her soft eyes with a smile. "Thanks Erin." His voice is rough, but there's no anger in it and the rest of the room relaxes.

She smiles at his acceptance of the gift and nods. Looking to the rest of the room, "I thought it was appropriate." Moving to the doorway, she paused and looked to Agent Hotchner, "Oh, Aaron, I expect those reports on my desk no later than first thing Monday morning." Turning, she elegantly leaves the room.

"But, it's Friday." The voice came from the table, where Penelope had placed cookies, glasses, and a jug of cold tea.

"I think that's her point Morgan." Rossi turned back to the room and moved to sit at the table.

"Oh. Well, Rossi, thank you for a very merry un-Birthday indeed." Reaching behind him, he pulled a gift from the chair to his right and pressed it across the table to Rossi. "Here's your present, old man."

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Rossi stared down at the accumulation of birthday – pardon – un-birthday presents before him. Unable to keep the smile from his face, he remembered the assorted wrapping paper his teammates had used. Except for Erin's gaily wrapped present, everyone else had had mixed and matched ideas of wrapping paper. Hotch had used some of the colored construction paper he kept in his office for Jack. JJ and Emily appeared to have raided the copier for blank paper. Taking highlighters they had drawn brightly colored pictures all over them. Morgan had used the sports page from his newspaper. Reid had somehow managed to fold sheets of notebook paper into a complex Chinese looking box shape that had taken Rossi quite a few minutes to figure out how to open without tearing it up.

And Penelope. He looked up at her happy face as she put Reid's weird top hat back on his head and settled it with a firm pat. An un-Birthday party. Only Penelope could be personally offended by the non-celebration of a birthday and find a way around it.

She literally glowed from the inside out. He had never met anyone so empathic. She was like a fountain that poured out happiness and love to those around her, never trying to hold any of it back for herself.

"Tea and crumpets! Everyone have a seat!" pulling out glasses and passing them out, she placed a plate of cookies and other snacks in the center of the table. With another inner chuckle, he noticed that the cups she was passing out had each team members name on it and the words 'drink me'. The cookies had different colored icing but each one sported the words 'eat me'. "Well, no crumpets. I love England but I'm just not that English, I guess. Crumpets are too much of a breakfast food for me." Handing the last 2 glasses of cold iced tea to JJ to hand to Rossi, she triumphantly sat down in the last available chair. She had removed one of the chairs earlier during all the unwrapping of presents and her teams' 'oohs' and 'ahs' over what Rossi had received.

"And you, JJ, get the seat of honor with our guest." Motioning towards Rossi, she laughed as JJ finally understood what she was talking about and ended up sitting down in Rossi's lap, handing him his glass as they all raised their glasses in a toast proposed by Hotch.

"May we have 100 years of life, love, health, and happiness." Hotch's voice, though serious, had that tone he reserved only for moments of family.

"Salute." Rossi replied and they all drank.

"Woo! Penelope! What have you mixed with this?" Comments flew about the room.

"Did I forget to mention that it's Long Island Ice Tea? Everyone only gets one glass for that reason." She started laughing as music started playing from her phone and everyone paused.

"Everyone up! Up, up, up! Not you Rossi." Pressing Rossi back into his seat, she motioned everyone to move down seats until the music ended. Hustling everyone up, she had them all circling the table as the music played, everyone good naturedly playing along. The music stopped and Emily fell into Rossi's lap with a loud laugh. Talking resumed as Rossi began talking of past birthday celebrations and drunken endeavors of younger years. Emily shared a memory of one of her birthdays being spent abroad with a room of teenagers who didn't even speak the same language she did and the many misunderstandings that had occurred.

Music played forth from Penelope's phone again and everyone whisked around the table with high spirits. When the music stopped, everyone sat once again. Except for Reid, who stood awkwardly in front of Rossi.

"Hell, Reid. Sit. We're not getting married." Rossi leaned back as Reid cautiously sat on the edges of his knees and listened as Rossi continued his story. Hotch talked about the dodging and ducking of single mother's at Jack's last birthday party while Morgan teased him. Music sounded again and the team laughingly stood and rotated around the table, Rossi pushing his chair back to make room. The music stopped and he groaned as Reid once again stood before him. Uproarious laughter poured from the room and out into the empty offices that surrounded them. The time was passing unnoticed by the team as they relaxed more. While Morgan recalled pleasant amorous adventures past, Rossi leaned forward against Reid's back.

"Reid, are you wanting to live past tonight?" He murmured lowly under the surrounding conversation as he leaned past Reid to reach for his glass.

"Yes?" Gulping, Reid whispered back.

"Then, don't land in my lap again unless you are wanting to find yourself drunk off your ass and unable to remember anything with that prodigious brain of yours."

Reid swallowed, Rossi's breath across his neck was hot and he shifted nervously on his lap. "I can't help it, Rossi. Probability wise, I can't control when the music on Penelope's phone will end. The statistics of how many seconds she has recorded for each tone is off, I tried to count them this last time but-"

Interrupting, "Reid, have you ever played musical chairs? You drag out the time by pausing as long as you can without being noticed before the last chair then dart to the next one." Rossi laughed in his ear and leaned back in the chair as music started again. Reid stood up muttering about how was he supposed to know the rules unless someone tells him the rules. This time Penelope laughed as she sat in Rossi's lap at the end of the music. As JJ regaled the team with a story of Henry's last party and loosing Henry because he and Spencer had hid so well, Penelope started a quiet conversation with Rossi.

"So, Super Agent Rossi, have you enjoyed your un-birthday party?" Curling an arm around her, Rossi smiled. "I'm loving it, Kitten. Thank you."

Looking around as conversation started to quiet down, Penelope whispered back, "Thank you for letting us do this."

Sitting his glass down, Rossi let his arm lay across Penelope's lap where she was cuddled against him. With one arm around his shoulders, Penelope basked in the glow that she felt from her family being around her. Feeling Rossi shift underneath her, she came out of her comfortable fog as JJ rapped a pen against her empty glass.

"Seeing how I don't believe Rossi will let us spank him," pausing as everyone took a quick look at Dave's face at the suggestion, she laughed before continuing, "I vote that he gets kisses for his un-birthday celebration." Standing up, she came to kiss Rossi on the cheek and told everyone a cheerful goodbye. Penelope shifted to get up but Rossi tightened his arms around her, holding her in place unbeknownst to the rest of the team. Hotch resorted to boisterous overdone kisses on both cheeks as Penelope dissolved in laughter. Morgan clapped Rossi on the shoulder. Emily kissed his other cheek and Reid gave him an awkward handshake. As everyone left, Penelope leaned back and slightly away from Rossi to look at him.

"And what is it that I can help you with, my Italian Stallion?" Happy that everything had gone so well, she beamed at him.

"Penelope, I wanted to let you know that I really did enjoy today." Dave could not remember the last time he had actually celebrated his birth – no, he would not let today be spoiled by thinking of the past – he could not ever think of a celebration he had enjoyed more in the past few years.

"Ah, Super Sexy Agent. You deserve this. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Moving to get up, she felt a flutter as Rossi pulled her back onto his lap.

"Ah ah ah. I believe I am owed one more un-birthday kiss, Kitten." Rossi waggled his eyebrows at her as he smiled. Cupping her smiling face in his hand and curling the arm around her waist to draw her soft womanly body closer to his, he brought her lips softly to his. With surprise, he felt a surge of need spark deep inside and he shifted his legs, hoping that she wouldn't feel the quickening surge that he was finding impossible to hide.

Moving his lips gently over hers, refusing to press inside like his body was suddenly calling for, he slowly drew back, watching as her eyelids fluttered back open. Looking briefly into her warm eyes, he quickly stood up, placing both hands around her waist to steady her.

"Thank you, Kitten. Now, off you go. It's late and I'm going to gather my presents and take my cookies and go home. You need to go too."

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"I had never meant words so much as then, Cara. It was good that you left when you did. If you had stayed, I would have tried to persuade you to come home with me. I still wasn't much of a man to deny myself something I wanted back then. And, when I kissed you that night, I wanted you." Stepping inside his hotel room, he locked the door behind him. "I went home that night, thinking of you."

"I dreamt of you that night as well, Mon Loup." Penelope got up from her seat on her couch and began getting ready for bed that night. Placing her Bluetooth headset in her ear, she got up and began getting ready for bed. Double locking the door, she turned out the lights as she talked to Dave.

"I didn't dream about you that night." Dave's words were abrupt and slightly harsh.

Penelope froze in her movements, shock holding her immobile.

Dave stood in the doorway to his bathroom. Staring at the shower, he was assailed by memories. Growling out the next words, "I thought about you all the way home. About you sitting in my lap. How good you smelled. How you felt in my arms. I pulled up to my house and brought my gifts inside. I couldn't wait to dream about you, Cara. Every time I closed my eyes, you were before me. The scent of your perfume, the feel of your hair brushing my neck. I would close my eyes and memories of past meetings between us, how you looked, crazy things you would say. It came at me all at once. I didn't even make it past my hallway before I lost control."

Drawing a deep breath, Penelope felt herself fall across her couch. "Lost control?"

"Kitten, I stood in my hallway after barely locking my door in time, freed myself from my slacks, and stroked myself to thoughts of your voice, your thighs atop mine, you pressed against my chest. I came in the foyer of my home so hard I went to my knees with your name on my lips."

Penelope whimpered as she shivered. "Dave."

"I pulled myself to my feet. My mind was numb. I stumbled down the hall to my bedroom. Dropped my clothes on the floor and stepped into the shower."

The bare honesty of his words was her undoing. She couldn't keep the breath from shuddering from her and she struggled to draw the next one. His voice dark and husky with need. How? How was he doing this? She was almost to the point of coming and she hadn't even been touched. Her skin felt like she had been sun burnt and she was shivering like she was cold. Her nipples were hard points under her shirt and she found herself squeezing her thighs together to help ease the throbbing between them. She remembered his shower. In vivid color the image of David Rossi, all tanned skin, dark hair, standing in the shower with his hands braced on the glass wall burst forth before her inner eye. He had stared down at her where she had lain in his tub, relaxing after her bubble bath.

His voice caused her to jerk, a gasp leaving her lips, as he continued, "Even then, it wasn't over. It was in the shower that I thought of you again. You in your robe, your cheeks all flushed with steam from a shower, standing in your apartment staring up at me. You in that elegant black dress and that 50's makeup and blonde hair. You in those tight tops, soft skin, and when you blush how it starts in your cheeks and slowly moves down neck and over your chest, and I wanted to strip you to see how far that blush would go. You in my kitchen, laughing with the team. Then you later, as we moved around my kitchen." Rossi slowly began unbuttoning his shirt as he propped the phone between his chin and neck, continuing his monologue as he thought back to that shattering night. He had never lost control. Not over a memory. But, he had that night.

"It was in the shower that I thought of you in my kitchen. Your lips as I held out different types of pesto sauce for you to taste. That smile you would give me. The sounds you would make. And then, as we were washing up. I couldn't help staring at your hands, water drops and suds dripping from your fingers. And I wanted those hands on me. When I was in the shower, I pretended your hands were the ones on me." Dave had been moving the entire time he talked. Undressing himself as he spoke. Now he was nude, standing in the hotel bathroom. Remembering that one night that shattered his control and truly changed him. Awakening a need within him that he had tried to bury deep over the weekend that followed.

"Dave, I need you." Penelope ached. She ached to hold him deep within her. Needing him.

"And, Cara, I have need of you. I have for a long time, though you didn't know it. I hid it that weekend, from myself, as well as, you. Hid it deep and buried it. But that first night. Nothing could keep my mind from imagining you. And all the ways I could take you." Dave took a breath before blowing it out.

"Kitten, when I get home, you're mine for the next few days." Dave's voice was decisive.

"I'm always yours, Mon Loup." Penelope could barely speak. Her thoughts taken up with images of David Rossi.

"No, Penelope Garcia. I mean, all mine. No interruptions. I want just the two of us. Together. I want all your attention to be on me. And I want to pay all my attention to you. Two or three days, Penelope. Or as long as I need you." The order was soft, but all the more meaningful. Direct and honest.

"Yes, sir." Penelope breathed the words into the phone. "All yours."

"That's my girl." Feeling a tension he didn't know he had held release, Dave was able to let Penelope off the phone. Knowing she would be there for him when he returned, made letting go a little easier.

"I'm fixing to go, Cara. Think of me?"

"Always, Dave."

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A/N: Well, my longest chapter. And my most chaotic. It holds a degree of smut and fluff, going in two directions at once and I can only hope that the sex comes across hot and the family togetherness of the BAU team comes across as caring.

I hope you all enjoy this new update. Let me know what you think. The parts you liked and the parts you didn't. I've been on pins and needles while smoothing this out as much as I could.

Hope you enjoyed! KK

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