The next morning, Derek Morgan's opinion of Hannah Montana did an about face. He'd gotten up, made breakfast, and then crawled back into bed and let the girls park themselves in front of the Saturday morning marathon. It probably wasn't the best decision he'd made as a parent, but he figured that as long as it didn't become a habit, it would be ok just this once.

When he finally got up, he made his way to the basement where his home gym was, and while the girls played with their new dollhouse, Derek worked out. He had a lot of energy to work off—or maybe it was excitement. Whatever it was, he ran it off, then lifted it off, then ran it off again before taking a shower.

True to his word, he called Penelope that night after the girls had gone to bed, and she'd shown up at his door. The night was like an encore to the one that preceded it—only better. She'd spent Sunday night, too, up and gone Monday morning before the girls had awoken. He grinned as he remembered her attention to detail. She'd noticed the change of sheets, and when he'd explained what had happened with Millie, she'd begun howling with laughter.

Derek dropped the girls off at daycare—that had been awkward—and then continued on his way to work. He couldn't wait to see Penelope again.

___

"Oh, yeah," Reid said with a grin. It was Monday morning, and he was in JJ's office—she was sitting at her desk and he was leaning on the corner of it. Prentiss was in the chair across from JJ. "He couldn't get me out of there fast enough. She was on her way over, there's no doubt about it."

Reid refused to profile himself; although he was willing to admit that if he was profiling someone else, he'd say that his tendency to gossip was due to his desperation to fit in.

Prentiss grinned. "And with one of the ladies from the girls' daycare. I wonder how he explained that in the morning."

"She was probably gone before the girls got up," JJ remarked.

"Damn," Prentiss muttered. "There goes our Morgan/Garcia theory. And just when I thought we were gonna get some drama around here."

"Should we get details?" JJ asked with a grin.

"What?" Prentiss asked.

"Derek just walked in," Reid explained.

"Hell, yeah we should get details!" Prentiss said.

Derek walked past JJ's office whistling as he made his way to the kitchen for his cup of morning coffee. None of them missed the smile in his eyes as he looked in JJ's office on the way by. "Mornin'," he greeted them.

"Morning," they returned in unison.

"Wow," Prentiss said.

"What?" Reid asked.

"It must have been damn good if he's still smiling on Monday morning."

A few minutes later, he walked back by. And he was still whistling.

___

Penelope pulled into the parking lot at Quantico—her usual half an hour late, of course, and snagged the nearest parking spot she could find. She grabbed her travel mug—she loved to have it filled every morning at the little coffee shop on the corner—and her bag, then made her way into the building and up to the BAU. When the elevator doors opened, she began the small trek to her office, humming to herself on the way. She dropped her bag off in her office and then went about her usual morning routine, smiling at her three coworkers in JJ's office on her way to the kitchen to make her usual morning meal—instant oatmeal with fresh raspberries. "Happy Monday morning!" she said in a sing-song voice.

"Morning," the three said in unison once again.

And then Prentiss gasped.

JJ's eyes widened as her jaw dropped.

Reid gave first one a confused look, then the other. "What's going on?" he asked.

Prentiss flew out of her chair and threw the door closed. "Ho. Lee. Smokes," she said.

"What?" Reid asked.

JJ shook her head. "Unbelievable."

"What?!" Reid asked again, his voice rising.

"Our theory…is dead on," Prentiss informed him.

"What…" his eyes widened. "You think…Morgan and Garcia…no! He was on a date with someone else," Reid reminded them.

"Who—according to you—didn't come home with him. If he was bringing home the woman he was out with, wouldn't he have had her follow him home and then wait outside while he checked to see if the girls were asleep?" Prentiss asked.

"That happened a lot quicker than I thought it would," JJ said.

Prentiss scoffed. "We knew it was just a matter of time."

"Right," Reid said. "The whole breast thing and all."

Prentiss nodded emphatically.

"Do you think she'll tell us about it?" JJ asked.

Prentiss shook her head. "No. Garcia likes secrets."

JJ sighed. "How are we supposed to pretend that nothing is going on?"

Prentiss grinned. "We put the pressure on."

___

Derek looked around the bullpen and Prentiss and Reid were nowhere to be found—still in with JJ, he guessed, so he made his way into Penelope's office. "Hey, you," he said sitting down in the chair next to her.

"Hey, yourself," she said with a grin. She couldn't stop the rosiness that filled her cheeks—they were at work, for God's sake. And they were sleeping together.

"Are you blushing?" Derek asked with a wide grin.

Penelope pursed her lips, and then nodded.

"Why are you blushing?" he pressed.

"Because," she said, taking a deep breath. "Remember that thing you did right before you—"

"Mmm hmm," he said huskily. She didn't need to finish the sentence. He knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Yes, well…that's why I'm blushing," she informed him.

"Well, if that's all it takes to make your cheeks pink, I might have to do that again," he said, his eyes dancing.

"Oh," she said longingly. "Please do."

"So…what are you doin' tonight?" Derek asked, trying to be nonchalant as he took a sip of his coffee.

She lifted an eyebrow as a grin spread across her face. "I'm guessing you," she answered.

"Oh, you're good at this game," he teased, standing up and placing a soft kiss on her nose before he left her office.

___

"Hey, Garcia," Prentiss said as she and JJ made her way into Penelope's office.

She barely looked up from her computer. "Hey," she returned.

Prentiss sat down next to her, resting an arm on the desk.

JJ found an empty spot on the other side of the desk and sat down.

"So," Prentiss said, giving JJ a knowing look. "I…brought that guy home from the bar the other night," she informed her friend.

"Nice," Penelope said approvingly. But her eyes didn't leave the computer screen.

"Is that all you have to say?" Prentiss asked in disbelief.

"Was he any good?"

Emily frowned, then sighed. "Hell if I know. He wanted to talk. Out of all the guys in the bar that night, I had to bring home the only one in the place who wasn't looking to get lucky."

"Oh, but he ended up with you," Penelope said. "So he got lucky anyway."

"Awww," JJ said.

Prentiss rolled her eyes. What the hell? she mouthed to JJ.

JJ bit back a grin. "So…what did you do this weekend?" she asked.

"Oh, you know," Penelope said, finally pulling her eyes away from the computer screen. "I cleaned, I went grocery shopping, and…I watched some television." Her answer sounded rehearsed even to her own ears.

"Well that's not very exciting," Prentiss commented.

"Nope," Penelope agreed, returning to whatever it was she'd been doing.

Prentiss stood up. "I guess I'll let you get back to work," she said with a sigh.

"Thanks," Penelope said.

JJ and Prentiss made their way out of their friends' office together.

"This is gonna be harder than I thought," Prentiss said sulkily.