DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL HERE IN.. i merely dance with the devil in the pale moonlight sometimes...
(some lyrics from 'lay down with me' by matt anderson)
"i watched you in the room tonight, a princess among the thieves,
your eyes shout over the crowd, sayin' won't you lay down with me?
my mind races with desire, my eyes don't believe what they see,
i sing a song only you can hear, singin' won't you lay down with me?
i don't know you well, i don't know your name,
but i've seen your face in my dreams,
i'm holding my breath for a whisper, whisper won't you lay down with me?
and as the night comes to it's end, my inhibitions have been set free,
i reach for you and i take your hand, sayin' won't you lay down with me?"
Penelope sat staring at her phone. She'd already gone through the list of names and locations Hotch had left for her and searched them to the enth degree, checking and re-checking the facts, and had sent the resulting information to everyone's cells, so now all she had to do was wait for them to call back with more for her to geek at. And she waited.. and waited.. and waited. This was the part she always hated; the dry spells, the dull drums. The times when she was left waiting and wondering for hours for anything case related so she could help nail the dirty bugger. She sighed, her heart twisting painfully. Morgan should have called back by now. She rummaged through one of the drawers in her desk, looking for something to distract herself. She paused when her questing fingers came into contact with a cold, smooth surface. She reached both her hands into the drawer then, trying to untangle the object from the rest of the mess that was in it. When she managed to extract the object in one piece, she gazed at it curiously. It was the mp3 player Gideon had bought her to thank her for putting up with him that time he'd broken his leg and had had to stay behind while the team went out on a case. Penelope shivered. She still had nightmares about her office and the state it had been in when Gideon had finally gone back to being Gideon somewhere else. She had nearly given up soy sauce because of it. She powered up the device and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was still charged after all that time. She put the headphones in and pressed play, wondering if there were any songs already on it. She received quite a shock when she actually heard Gideon's voice echoing back at her.
"hi, Garcia." she could hear the smile in his voice and it made her grin in nostalgia, "i just wanted to thank you for all your great work on the case. You are terrific and a great asset to our team. Never stop whatever magic that you do with those contraptions of yours, because without it, everything would fall apart. You are the glue that holds this team together when times are tough. You make us laugh when all we want to do is sob, and that is the greatest gift of all. Thank you... so how do you stop recording?" she heard him ask someone, and it made her giggle.
"you just press the record button again", answered a voice that sounded suspiciously like Hotch.
"that's the red circle, right?" Gideon asked, fumbling for a proper purchase on the device.
"yes", Hotch chuckled, trying to hold back more laughter.
"okay, i got-" and then there was silence. Penelope sat thinking about all the things that had happened since that recording. Gideon had left.. Reid had been kidnapped, tortured, died, returned, and battled with his drug addiction.. Rossi had come in to fill the void left by Gideon.. Elle was gone.. Emily had arrived and brought her demons with her.. JJ had met will and had a baby.. Hotch had lost Haley and had been demoted and promoted again.. Derek had become temporary team leader and had stepped down again and he had recently kissed her and took her out on a date.. she herself had fallen for that jerk battle, gotten shot, died, returned, had almost gotten shot again by battle, gotten suspended from work, then re-instated, then she had met Kevin, had inadvertently broken his heart to pieces a few days ago, and had gone out on a date with Derek. As she thought about all of these events, a song began to play on her mp3 player.. 'I can think of younger days, When living for my life, Was everything a man could want to do. I could never see tomorrow, But I was never told about the sorrow.. And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can you mend this broken man? How can a loser ever win? Please help me mend my broken heart, And let me live again..' Penelope felt as if the song was speaking into her soul. It had the same kind of haunting yearning that she was feeling right now. She let her mind lose itself, 'I can still feel the breeze, That rustles through the trees, And misty memories of days gone by. We could never see tomorrow, and no one said a word about the sorrow.. And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can you mend this broken man? How can a loser ever win? Please help me mend my broken heart, And let me live again..' Penelope's eyes snapped open abruptly when she heard her phone ringing. She whipped the buds out of her ears and hit the speaker button rather roughly. "Penelope Garcia's house of wonder; wonder what your future holds?"
"now don't be teasing, princess", Derek's honey smooth voice floated up and into her waiting ears. "'cause I'm a long ways away from your gorgeousness right now, and it looks like we'll be here awhile."
Penelope cringed in sympathy, "that bad, is it?"
"he's shooting tweens on their holidays", Derek answered glumly. "surfers."
"oh", Penelope felt small and sad inside. "why can't bad guys kill other bad guys? Why can't they ever just pick each other off inside of hurting poor, innocent kids?"
"i wish i knew, baby girl", Derek sighed, exhausted. "we're gonna head down to the beach in the morning to help the local police canvas the area, so we're all turning in, i just thought I'd let you know that we're all safe." she could hear him smiling at her through the phone.
She smiled back even though he couldn't see, "thank you, my prince, and, as a reward, i shall read you a bedtime story. It's very.. exciting", she smirked slyly.
"now what did i say about teasing?", Derek scolded.
"it takes place in a small apartment on a quiet street, but it's not going to stay quiet this night, oh no-" Penelope began to purr, ignoring Derek's attempt to silence her.
"Garcia-", he warned, but she wasn't listening. not just yet.
"-on this night, the noir hero has returned from battle to his lonely, lust-ridden princess with a fire in his heart that is begging to be sated.-"
"Penelope-" he began to get irritated. She could be so stubborn.
"-a shared burning desire that can only be assuaged through tantric love-making the likes of which no thunder's roar can mask.-"
"women, you are some kinds of crazy, you know that right-?"
"-'oh, brave sir knight!'", she sighed breathlessly, " 'your kisses are like the fruit gleaming on the tree of knowledge.'-" she smiled evilly as she growled out, "-'sinful and forbidden.' 'but i shall brave such dangers, for i wish to devour you, Body.. And.. Soul.'"
"oh, is that a promise, i hear between those words from your lips?", Derek asked, teasing.
"that's a promise you'll see between the sheets of a bed", Penelope replied saucily.
"baby girl, behave!", Derek whined in frustration, "i can't do any of those things from where i am and it's drivin' me insane!"
"oh, I'm sure one of the locals could fix you up for a fair price", she jibbed, extremely self-satisfied. "sweet dreams, Derek."
"now, don't go leaving me like that-!
But she pressed the disconnect, and the line went silent.
She giggled naughtily. Heating Derek up was so much fun...
[a/n: this one took me too long to write. so sorry. it was just so hard coming up with the story she tells derek without giving too much of the ending away. love y'all. ending is forth coming.]