AN: Remember: this is a catalyst to get us where we need to be. There's a definite reason she did what she did, and he's young and hot headed here. And seriously, come on...they haven't been exactly forthcoming with each other, now, have they? Besides, both Naidoo and I are HEA girls through and through. Love, Kricket

After a long, relaxing day strolling through the streets Palma de Mallorca, Penelope was still excited, window shopping, looking in the artisan's shops, and purchasing so many things, she had to have them shipped back to their villa.

"Baby Girl?" Derek questioned from behind her as she was looking at a wrought-iron fruit sculpture.

She turned and quirked an eyebrow at him, "Do you think Hotch and Haley would like this?"

Derek couldn't figure out why exactly Hotch would want a wrought-iron iron apple sculpture, but he wasn't the best when it came to shopping for gifts.

"I'm sure whatever you pick, angel, they'll love."

She must've liked his answer; she beamed at him and turned back to the display.

"Baby," he grumbled, shaking his head.

"I love art deco," she said, smiling, moving an iron watermelon slice. "There is a lot of art deco in this region."

"Penelope."

He must've barked sharper than he intended, because she turned and looked at him with concern.

Tugging her by the jaunty scarf belt she had tied around her waist, he moved her into his arms. "I'm hungry. We've been shopping for five hours, nonstop. I need some food, some booze, and some relaxation time with my honey… alone."

She put the iron apple sculpture down and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick kiss. "I'm sorry, baby. I get so excited seeing everything I lose track of time. The last thing on earth I want to do is forget your needs."

"Oh, hell, no. You meet and exceed my needs. No worries there..."

He couldn't help himself; he began kissing her neck, and soon the hunger for food was replaced with a whole different kind of hunger. He seriously did not think he would ever get enough of this woman.

"C'mon, honey," she said, chuckling and pressing lightly on his chest. "Let's go find a café."

He grinned down at her, then wrapped his arm around her waist and headed to the door.

Just around the corner, they found a bar with a sign out front advertising food. They headed into the building out of the sun and into the dark. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the light. Penelope sat at the corner of the bar, and there was an empty stool next to her.

Derek ordered a cervesa, one of the few words he knew in Spanish, standing by her. "Be back in a minute; nature calls," he said, kissing her ear, causing her to shiver. Then he walked to the back of the room where the bathrooms were.

Penelope was enjoying her sangria and the atmosphere and artwork in the bar. She'd never had such an awesome drink in her life. It was smooth, red wine and fruity juice that complemented each other perfectly. There were pieces of colorful fruit floating in the glass, soaking up the goodness of the wine. She speared a large chunk of green apple and took a bite.

"You know, Eve was supposed to be banished from the garden of Eden for tasting that fruit," a tall, dark, very handsome Spanish man said, sliding onto the stool next to her. His voice was thickly accented, similar to Antonio Banderas. He grinned at her, "You should be careful."

It still amazed her how flirty the men in Spain and Italy were. She really loved the feeling, loved feeling like she was quite the femme fatale. It was a new feeling for her. She wasn't used to all this male attention. There was magic here; even Derek became her lover, and that seemed like an improbability back in Quantico.

For the first time in her life, she felt supremely attractive, like she was the one that all the men wanted. Soon it would come to an end, but she didn't have to let that happen now. She was going to play the tease, get the attention, and walk away a happy girl, boyfriend in tow.

That in mind, she smiled back, and answered, "Ah, but I am not Eve, and you do not look like a serpent."

"Ah, mi amor, temptation comes in all guises," he purred, his voice a low, stroking her ego. "I am Ricardo."

"Penelope," she said, flirting with the handsome gentleman.
All was fine, until he reached a hand up to her arm. She leaned back a little from his touch, but he didn't let her go.

His thumb stroked lightly against her bare shoulder, and Penelope had a shiver run down her spine, although it wasn't a pleasant one. She was worried now; she'd carried this too far.

"Corazon, will you dance with me?" he said, his grip on her shoulder intensifying along with the darkening passion in his eyes.

Penelope began to stutter, " M-M-My boyfriend will be back any minute-"

"Your boyfriend is back," Derek said, standing next to her from out of nowhere.

"Derek!" she gasped. Good Lord, what he must be thinking! She giggled uncomfortably and gestured to Ricardo, who wisely dropped his hand. "This is Ricardo. Ricardo, Derek."

Derek didn't bother to even look at Ricardo.

"I do not stay where I am not wanted," Ricardo said, grabbing the beer as he stood. "Hasta la vista, Senorita."

Penelope looked up at Derek, who tossed down some Euros for a drink he didn't even taste.

"I'll see you at the villa," he said, not looking at her, either, then turned and started walking out the door.

Scrambling in her purse, she dug out some money quickly for her sangria, and ran out the door. "Derek!" she cried.

He was walking much faster down the road than she could. She took off at a jog on the pavement. "Derek, please."

He didn't bother slowing down.

She finally caught up to him and kept up with his long legged pace. He was looking straight ahead, not saying a word. She could see a muscle in his jaw ticking, and she knew from past experience with him that wasn't a good sign.

She took a breath. "D, it wasn't what you think."

"Really," he remarked flatly, still walking. Then he made a dead stop, staring baldly at her. "So, it wasn't my lover flirting with another man to gain that man's attentions?"

She colored immediately; that was exactly what it was.

He snorted and shook his head, then started walking even faster. She reached for his arm, and he didn't slow down, dragging her in his wake.

"Hot Stuff, please," she begged. She didn't mind begging; she deserved to have to beg. Her voice was meek when she added, "It wasn't for his attention, exactly."

He stopped and turned on a dime to face her, so quickly she slammed into his chest. He held her arms and looked down at her. "Was it to get me jealous, P, hmm? Was it to make me crazed and angry? Well,congratulations, sugar; it worked."

He pushed her away like she was something vile, and she truly felt vile at the moment, like something Derek had scraped off his shoe. He started to walk again, and she tried to halt him.

"No, D.."

Turning to face her, he approached her quickly. "Never put me to the test! I would never do that to you; don't you do it to me."

Tears started to fall. "Derek-"

"Don't!" he snapped, his eyes ice cold. "Don't you fucking dare!"

This time when he started walking away, she let him go.