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I can't believe this is happening right now. He wouldn't. He can't have feelings for Penelope, I think to myself as I see Hotch pull Penelope out of the bar, both looking like they're not sure that they're going to be able to keep their hands off of each other for any given period of time. I storm away from the dance floor and towards the bar, thinking about all that I've just seen and how ridiculous this whole situation is. I can't believe he'd do this to me! Hotch knows how much I lo- Never mind. Hotch clearly doesn't care about me and probably doesn't even care about Penelope. He's never shown interest in her in the past. Why now?

Maybe he saw how incredible she looked tonight and couldn't resist. She really did look amazing. She always looks amazing. But tonight in that dress, I wanted nothing more than to tear that dress off of her. But Hotch going after her? That's just crazy. She's my Baby Girl. Where does he get off thinking that he can just take her away from me? He can't. I can't lose her. Not to him. Not to anyone. Maybe I should have tried to stop them from leaving. Or stop him from dancing with her in the first place.

He did have his hands all over her when they were dancing. It was only slightly more appropriate than the dancing that I usually do at the clubs. But that is so unlike Penelope. She almost never dances. She always says no to dancing with me, and she only ever dances with Reid because she feels like a good dancer by comparison. But now she's saying yes to dancing with Hotch. And then makes out with him in public surrounded by strangers and her team? What has gotten into her? Maybe she just had too much to drink and then couldn't say no to him. That must be it. She couldn't seriously be interested in him.

But then there was that look on her face when they stopped kissing the first time. I don't know what that look was, but she used to only look at me like that. Why is she looking at him like that? Does she have feelings for him and she's just been hiding them all this time? I really hope not. I always thought that we- it doesn't matter now, I guess. He must be who she wants to be with. She danced with him, grinded up on him, kissed him in public, and then left with him. And I've done that enough times to know what comes next for them. Maybe they just need to get it out of their systems and then everything will be fine come work on Monday.

Or maybe they'll get together. They can't get together. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I can't have her with another man. And another man on the team at that. I mean, Hotch is like a brother to me. A bossy, somewhat annoying brother, but still a brother. And she, well, she's everything. This can't be happening. Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe they were just going outside to get some fresh air and they'll be back in any second. I look over towards the doors optimistically hoping that they'll wander back in, she'll see me standing over here and instantly come to me, demanding a dance and then…well, who knows?

But they don't come back in. No matter how long or hard I stare at that door, her beautiful face doesn't reappear. Well, I was being naïve anyway. I knew they wouldn't come back. They weren't out for fresh air. They went to his place or maybe hers and are having sex on every surface they can find. I really hope they don't go back to her apartment. I don't think I'll be able to look at it the same ever again. I mean, I've made too many memories at that place to have them tarnished by imaginings of Hotch and Pen getting it on. On the couch, where Pen and I cuddle when we're watching movies or just talking about our days. On the bed, where Pen and I fall asleep holding each other when I get back from cases. On the bathroom floor, where I held Pen tight as she cried her heart out after a really nasty case. All of those memories will be gone.

This can't actually be happening. I can't lose Pen. I can't. Overcome by my feelings, I don't even notice the girl on my right who is talking to me and has been for an unknown amount of time. I look over at her and see that she's cute, not really my type, but my type is pretty much exclusive to one person anymore. Maybe I should just go home with this girl. I mean, if Pen can go home with Hotch, then I can go home with this girl. She's not Pen, but she'll help me forget about everything that happened tonight for at least a few minutes.

I interrupt whatever the girl was rambling about and say, "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Absolutely," comes her breathy response. I grab her hand and pull her over to the table where the team is sitting and grab my things without making eye contact with any of them. The table is silent at first, but then Reid says "Are you alright, Derek?"

"Yeah, Pretty Boy. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because of Penelope and Hotch," Reid responds before JJ smacks his arm, trying to get him to stop talking.

"I'm fine, kid. I just need to get out of here. I'll see you all on Monday," I reply before grabbing the girl's arm and heading out the front door. Before heading for my car, I push the girl up against the wall of the bar outside and kiss her, pretending that she's Penelope and I've finally gotten everything I'd ever wanted. But then I remember that she isn't Pen, and I pull out of the kiss, grabbing her hand and pulling her to my car before I can change my mind.