Note- Thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing. I usually prefer my stories to have longer chapters than this story will have but because of the nature of this fic, with it being just short scenes I wish I saw on CM each week, the chapters are going to be small.
Season of Love
Episode 3
October 2011
"I'll have Garcia run the plates," Derek Morgan said to his co-worker while working a case "and check for any recent accidents."
Walking down the tree lined street, to give himself some privacy, he then made the call. "Hey, sweetness, I need your magic fingers one more time."
"Ohhhhhh," she teased, her voice low and sultry, just how he liked it best, "with you it's always just one more time, baby girl."
"What can I say? You know how to keep me coming back for more."
"You ain't seen nothing yet. Lucky for you that your physique is in such uber excellent shape because I wouldn't wanna break you."
Derek chuckled. "Don't you worry about that. Whatever you got I can more than handle. But first I need you to help me out by running a plate for me: out of Virginia, WLT dash 62X3."
"Too easy. When are you ever gonna give me something hard?"
"That is the million dollar question, woman. I've been dying to figure that one out myself."
Penelope giggled and told him about how the vehicle he was interested in researching had been in an accident a few days before.
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The whole ordeal lasted less than three minutes but during every second of it Penelope could barely breathe: watching an unsub hold a gun on her team- on her baby boy- and threaten to blow up the building.
When the team finally talked the unsub down, Penelope's shoulders slumped with relief. She hurried from the room, got on the elevator and when the doors opened on the BAU floor she rushed into Derek's waiting arms.
"Will he be okay?" she asked, worried about the mentally ill unsub.
"No. Afraid not."
She looked up and into Derek's eyes for a long moment, sad for the unsub and all the people who had died today but relieved that none of her team had been victims, and especially that the man who was holding her was still here to do so. "You have to quit making my heart stop like this."
"Never, pretty girl. Never," he said, shaking his head at her in a playful way before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
With his arm wrapped around her they started to walk off toward her office, together again at the end of another bad one.