Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds

"Are you calmer?"

She did not know how to answer. Her breathing was under control, and her crying had stopped.
But Penelope was so happy, lost between those strong muscles. "No. .."

"No?"

"Yes, but I like to be close to you" Penelope buried her face in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes, "You smell so good ..."

Derek raised his eyebrows, "Well, thanks"

Their embrace lasted a little more, until she remembered something very important. "Where is Melody?"

She was to be a terrible mom. Melody had not arrived and she was only concerned about enjoying this man's body. Penelope felt her heart pounding. "Derrick ..."

"Eh ... is Derek"

"Am I a bad person?" her voice asked, close to tears ... again

"No. Don't even think about it, honey. You are the most wonderful woman "

Her eyes watered as she got out of bed. "I didn't even remember my own daughter!"

"It's not your fault, Pen. You suffered a brain contusion"

"Where is she?"

Derek approached her, placing his hands on her shoulders
"She's gone to the mall to buy sweets, Christmas decorations or don't know that things more. Rossi is with her, so stop worrying about"

"Who the hell is Rossi?" she asked with dismay. No one had told her about the man. It was the first time she heard his name. At least in the last 48 hours. Penelope was confused, and Derek's smile was not helping improve her mood. "Stop smiling, it's no fun"

"Okay, okay," he said, raising his hands "David Rossi is a friend of mine. He used to be a good friend of yours too"

"Oh, I'm sorry ..."

"He became part of our team, eight years ago. Months after his arrival, you went away"

"What team?" she asked, genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Penelope, I know absolutely nothing about your current life. But eight years ago, you worked for the FBI"

"Say what?" she cried, her eyes wide open, "Are you a federal agent?"

Derek nodded, smiling, "You were the Technical Analyst"

She sighed sadly. She was a FBI technical analyst. She had good friends. But now, Penelope had nothing. She only had her little daughter, her stiff muscles, and a memory blackout.

"I'm nothing ... I do not even know myself"

"Hey, don't start again with self-pity," he whispered, sitting down beside her "The important thing is that there are people who love you, and care about you. We're your family. You are not alone"

Penelope dropped her head on his shoulder, trying to stifle her tears "All this is so frustrating ... I don't know anything about me ..."

He grabbed her hand, smiling faintly, "I knew you'd say that,"

"How on earth do you know something like that"

"I know you very well," Derek confessed with a sigh, "I know you better than I can know myself"

"I'm glad someone in the world has any idea who the hell I am ..."

The room was filled with silence. But that was not a strange silence.

Derek smiled. He had forgotten that they could be comfortable, even without speaking. They always said that their relationship was like brother and sister, nothing sexual or romantic involved. He had even convinced himself about that ...

"What do you know about me?" He heard her voice, weak and tears "Tell me ..."

"I know all about you"

"Are you obsessed with me or what?" She teased, smiling

"No. That's my job. I'm a profiler "

Penelope laughed for the first time since her eyes opened.

"I know you from your head to your feet. I can recognize your voice at any distance. I can know what you think, before you even start talking. That ring is on your finger since the first day we met "Derek said, pointing her finger

"When your head is spinning, thinking, you move the ring back and forth on your finger. When you argue, your eyes blink faster. You bite your bottom lip when you're worried. You hate that people look you straight in the eye for more than a minute "

She lifted her head to look at him directly in his eyes. Her gesture was pure amazement, her mouth slightly open.

"I know you said you were 25 years old when you were 30.
You lost your virginity at 16 with your best friend, after prom. Even once you were unfaithful "

"I don't believe ..." Penelope was going to discuss his last statement, but she decided to close her mouth. Derek knew better her life than herself.

"You are a fan of the novels of immortal love, vampire and that sort of thing. You love shopping. I always end up carrying your bags, your purse or even your suitcase "

"You sleep face down, hands on the pillow and a leg hanging off the mattress. You can't sleep if you don't take a cup of red tea before going to bed. Your favorite dessert is the banana split. You love the walnuts and chocolate shakes. You say it's like a crushed brownie "

Penelope looked at him with admiration. She was sure he could know more about her life than herself, even without amnesia. "Derek ..."

His hand pushed her bangs from her forehead, laying his hand on her neck, "I know you so much, I could even swear ..."

"What?" She whispered, never taking her eyes from his intense gaze

"What are you dying for ..." his lips moved closer, slowly but surely, rubbing her chin "for ..."

Penelope put her hands on his shoulders, closing her eyes. His kisses were sweet, gentle caress against her mouth. How could she be kissing a man she barely knew?

However, she had tasted his mouth before. The way her body reacted to his kisses, left no doubt.

Their kisses became more aggressive, while Derek lay on the bed, dragging her with him, placing one hand on her hip "Baby girl ..."

She leaned her forehead against his. Her hands stroked his jaw bone. "Kiss me"

He needed no words. His tongue caressed her lower lip before slipping furtively into her mouth. Derek could feel his heart beating madly in his chest. Had been so long since the last time ...

Someone knocked on the door, before clearing his throat, "Do you need a reservation for a hotel room?"

Derek turned away from Penelope, she was still breathing hard. She saw her daughter at the door. A man had his hand over her eyes, preventing the girl see absolutely nothing. A wry smile crossed the man's face "This is not proper for people under 13 years old"

Penelope smiled, before looking at the woman who was next to the man. She did not look too happy, rather, she seemed really upset.

"Mom? Why are you here?" Derek whispered, frowning, "I thought you'd be home, with Dess"

"Your sister has gone out with those friends of yours. Emily and Spencer. They had to buy a few things"

"Do not look at me, was the idea of your child"

"Rossi, shut up" Derek growled, approaching his friend "Remove your hand off my girl"

"Hey daddy" Melody said smiling "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve"

"I know, monkey"

"Mom will be home with us?"

"Of course. She will live with us"

Fran sighed heavily, before leaving the room