A/N: We'd like to mention that throughout the story we use a wide range of stereotypes. In no way do these stereotypes reflect mine or Kricket's opinion. We just use them for fun. Thanks for the reviews and the support so far. It has been quite some project for the both of us. But we had a lot of fun throughout. - Naidoo

Penelope was so excited, although she was just boarding the plane at JFK. She was going to Europe! It finally sank in, the thrill of the whole thing. She was going to have the time of her life, and nothing was going to stop her. Going with Derek made it all the much better. He was just like her, willing to try anything and do anything.

However, she had checked the weather forecasts and started to get anything but excited. It was 'rainy, with a chance of sun' every day while she was in London. Great, if she wanted rain, she could stay very much in the same country. Virginia had a lot of rain right notw. She didn't need to fly halfway across the globe to see rain in a different country.

Nevertheless, she was flying to London, an exciting, busy city with old standards and plenty of traditions. Not that she would think to meet only Dukes and Ladies there, but somehow when thinking about England, that's what came to mind.

Her last thought before she settled down for a nap was that she needed to work on her curtsy…. Just in case.

After seven hours in a plane, falling asleep against Morgan's shoulder several times throughout the flight, and some cranky kids behind her driving her insane by kicking the seat non-stop, they landed in surprisingly sunny London.

Morgan retrieved a baggage cart. Then, loaded with both their luggage, they walked through the airport towards the exit.

Penelope noticed several women turning around when they passed them. She smiled quietly to herself; it seemed Morgan's appeal was international.

Morgan didn't seem to notice any of it. He walked past all of them, not even glancing at them, always just checking on her, making sure she was not getting lost.

Once outside the airport they called for a cab and made their way to their hotel, which was located in the South of London, within the museums district, just a hop away from Hyde Park.

Even jet lagged, Penelope started to get excited. She had read so much about London and wanted to see even more. Probably all the movies she had seen over the years, taking place in this buzzing city might have disillusioned her a bit, but she still was going to see as much as possible and enjoy every moment of it. She wanted to eat fish and chips out of newspapers, have some English Ale in one of the old and traditional pubs and go shopping in Oxford Street. She wanted to ride the Tube – the local subway – and use a telly and a lift.

Oh! She wanted to go to Notting Hill. She knew she probably wouldn't meet either Hugh Grant or Julia Roberts, but at least she could visit the weekly Antique Market. She had to see Buckingham Palace and Harrod's, the Tower Bridge and Big Ben as well as the House of Parliament were big on her list as well.

She probably had plans that could easily keep them busy for a month and knew she wouldn't be able to see all that was on her list, but at least she could try. So far Morgan didn't know any of this.

The cab drive was quite a long one, but they had a funny driver who spotted right away that they were Americans and kept talking about some relatives that just came back from the States and their vacation there. He listed various cities all over the country, like Vegas and LA, New York and Seattle, Miami and Boston. He kept on saying how much cheaper America was than the UK. Penelope had to wonder if the guy ever had been to New York before.

He kept talking about one thing and another, giving them plenty of tips of what to see, what shows to watch in the West End and where definitely to go – not that Penelope needed much more ideas, since she herself already had quite some list.

They finally made it to their hotel after what seemed hours, mainly due to the airport being so far outside of London and also because traffic at this time was bad. Then again - as their cab driver had informed them – traffic in London was always bad.

Checking into their hotel, getting the key cards for their rooms, Penelope started to make plans for the remainder of the day. They probably wouldn't start with the sightseeing before tomorrow, and there wasn't much time left to start anything big tonight anyway. So maybe a dinner – or lunch, since her internal clock was still set on the US - would be a good start and they could then plan the next few days.

"Uh uh, busy girl," he said as he put her bags on the stand in her room. Derek's room was next door. "First things first."

She frowned in confusion. "What?"

He shut her door, and motioned for her to follow him to his room. After putting his bags on his stand, he put the cart in the hall, then reached for her and pulled her into his arms. He held her quietly for a moment, resting his cheek on the top of her head.

"Yep," he said. "It's official. Holding my baby in another country feels just as good as holding her in Quantico."

"Damn straight," she said, grinning up at him.

He cupped her cheek, smiling softly at her. "I am so glad you came with, Penelope."

She turned her face and kissed his palm. "I'm glad I went."

His eyes twinkled, then he put his arm around her. "Let's go get some food."

Her stomach growled loudly. She giggled. "Exactly what I was thinking."