A/N: Thanks you to everyone for the fabulous and wonderful reviews and how well it has been received so far. This whole story was a blast to write and writing with my friend Kricket was just amazing.

Also, on a side note with this story posted, my story 'Not like that' won't unfortunately get an update until this one is finished. Just not a fan of posting several stories at the same time. But on the bright side, it gives me more time to work on it. LOL - Naidoo

Penelope was working on some searches and data verification, when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around in her chair, she wasn't too surprised to find Morgan standing in front of her. Since she had been shot a few weeks back, Morgan had basically spent every free moment he had in her lair.

"What brings you to me today, Handsome?" she asked, giving him a smile.

He was carrying two lattes in a cardboard tray. He reached for one and offered it to her. "I came to let you know I discovered last night where you and I will be heading shortly…"

The arching of her eyebrows signalized to him she was listening.

"Europe" he informed her. He watched, noticing the surprised, if not even slightly shocked expression on Penelope's face.

"Europe?" she asked, after a short silence.

"Yes. We start in London and then work our way through…"

"Start in London?" Penelope asked, now confused. "What do you mean start?"

"I thought about a tour through Europe. England, Italy, France and Spain. You know; that kind of thing."

Penelope began to panic. They'd either be gone a really long time, or he was going to wear her out running everywhere. Neither option sounded that great to her. She needed clarification. "Morgan, how long exactly are you planning for this trip to last? I mean … I …"

"Relax that whirlwind mind of yours for a moment. I spoke to Hotch already. He has been trying to get you out of her for a while ever since Battle. You always refused to take any time off. As for me, you know I haven't taken any of my vacation time in years. Hotch is game. He expects us to come back happy and satisfied." Derek grinned wickedly. "With the trip, of course."

"So Hotch just lets us take it all spontaneously?" Penelope asked, still looking not as impressed as Morgan would have liked.

"Kind of. It has been rather quiet lately. Hopefully, it'll stay like that; then we are free to go."

She frowned, still thinking, when he continued.

"Anyway, I have a couple of friends over there whom I haven't seen in quite awhile. Most of them I knew during my time in the Marines. Great people; you will like them. What do you say? How does it sound to you?" He asked, then grinned at her again. "Or do you just want it you and me in England, Italy, Spain or France?"

Penelope still looked at him. When she agreed to go away with him she was more thinking domestic, or Mexico, or even Canada, something that could be reached within a few hours. She wasn't expecting him to come up with a trip that would bring them halfway around the world.

She decided to share her concerns. "I … umm… to be honest, I wasn't really expecting this. I mean … that is quite a trip you planned!"

"Well, gorgeous, I promised you I would show you the world, and that's what I'm doing. Any other concerns?" he asked, obviously pleased with himself.

Penelope wondered if he really had thought this through. "I … that is quite a long way. What if I … need to go back quickly?"

"Why would you do that? You get a chance to see the Eiffel Tower and Paris, see Buckingham Palace, Big Ben and London, eat some of the best food in Italy and see Rome, whatever you want. Hell, I'd even run with the bulls in Spain with you." He paused for a second, before asking, "Why would you ever want to leave any of that? Are you going to abandon me in my hour of need?"

"Well, who tells me you won't abandon me the moment you catch sight of an Italian bambina, some Spanish chica or a French mademoiselle?"

"Oh, trust me gorgeous, I would never abandon you." His eyes light up with a mischievous light. "Especially not in a foreign country. Far away from home. A country whose language you don't speak and where you don't know anyone."

"Morgan, that isn't helping."

"Oh, come on, Garcia," he said, slinging his arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze. "Come with me. It will be fun, you'll see. Three weeks of meeting friends of mine, enjoying another culture and definitely not chasing any bad guys."

"THREE WEEKS?" she nearly shrieked. "Are you serious? Three weeks?"

"Yeah, I told you, Hotch wants you out of the office. Well… not out … just, taking a bit of time off and enjoying yourself, not having to worry about work and UNSUBs," he explained, seeing the shock written all over her face.

"I … I really don't know. I mean it sounds great and like fun, but three weeks? As far away as Europe? Couldn't we start somewhere closer?" she asked, sounding unsure.

"Well, you said yesterday 'anywhere but a beach'. This fits your criteria," he smiled at her softly.

"Yeah, well, when I said that I was thinking the furthest you think would be California or Hawaii. Florida even, but I didn't think you would consider countries that are hours away by plane."

"Well, would you expect anything less from me than shocking surprise?" he grinned, looking down on her and literally seeing her thoughts. "Come on. I know you want to. Just say it out loud and I can start planning."

After looking at him for another few moments skeptically, Penelope finally nodded, although rather skeptically.

"Good. I'll start calling my friends and prepare them for the arrival of a true Goddess and her devotee," he laughed, when leaving her office.

Despite her agreeing, Penelope still had doubts nagging her whether this really was such a great idea. Alone with Morgan, in a different country, thousands of miles away from home?

She decided not to waste her time worrying. After all, what could go wrong?

The months passed by, and one Wednesday, Penelope was sitting in her office, waiting for a call from her team. They had left two days ago, flying to New Hampshire.

It was around noon when she heard a knocking against her door, and seconds later, Charlotte from Reception entered, handing her a FedEx envelope.

Looking at it suspiciously, she took it and ripped it open, finding a handwritten note and some greenish paper.

Better get ready and be prepared, Baby Girl. The adventure starts in two weeks. M

She knew the second she read it that it was something in regards to their vacation. For weeks now, Morgan referred to their trip as an 'adventure'. That usually made her smile. For her, adventure would be hiking through some jungle all on her own, some sort of Survival Outdoor training. For Morgan it seemed to be this trip to Europe.

Looking at the greenish papers now, she saw they were plane tickets for Saturday in two weeks time, just as the note indicated. There was officially no way back anymore.