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Chapter three

Busted or not

I'm goin' on a manhunt, turn it around

Women have been hunted, now they're huntin' around
Yeah, manhunt, we all got the need
The one that's been waitin' has taken the lead

Schooling her features, she pointed to the mug in his hands, "So is that coffee for me, handsome?"

"You didn't answer my question mama," he retorted backing away from her out stretched hands. To say that he was a bit disappointed would be an under statement. He had thought the whole show last night had been for him not all the other males in the room that night. 'Stupid of me to think she'd see me anything other than a friend.'

She pouted, "What was the question again?"

"You know what I'm talkin' about Garcia," he admonished trying to keep the hurt from his voice, he'd never been the emotional type, but with this woman things always seemed to get turned on their head.

"Oh fine," she huffed taking a seat at her computer chair, "what do you want to know?"

He sat her coffee in front of her, before spinning her chair around so she would face him, taking her hand in his, "Why a manhunt?"

"I'm," she paused trying with all her might to figure out what to tell him. Did he think she was hunting him or other men?

He stopped her there with a hand up, "You to good for that Penelope, why would degrade yourself to that kind of standards?"

She gave him a withering look, "I'm tried of dating losers Derek. Kevin was a bust never cared for any one but himself, I'm ready to find my own man my way instead of waiting for him to fall in my lap."

"And going about it this way is the right choice hu?"

"The only option I have," she answered pulling her hand free. She was sure he'd felt something for her, the looks he kept sending her way last night, the way he danced so close to her, the possessive look in his deep chocolate eyes. Maybe she was reading him all wrong. But that didn't mean she was going to stop now.

"What if you had another option?" he asked sweeping a finger down the side of her cheek.

"And that would be?" she asked trying to keep the tremor from her voice, at his callused touch.

"I'll help you," he offered, trying to be diplomatic about the whole thing when really he just wanted to shout to the world he wanted the red boom shell sitting in front of him.

She sputtered, "It's all right really Morgan," she stated the imagines of a different kind flowing through her mind.

"No seriously I'll be your wingman of sorts, just let me know when the next time you go out. That why you're protected and…"

She cut him off laughter in her eyes, "Hot stuff as much as I would love to see you go all protector mode for me, it wouldn't get me anywhere in my love life. You'd scare all the prospective uber males away sugar pop with your alpha maleness."

"So," he all but growled not liking the idea of her going off by herself on some man hunt, "it wouldn't hurt my sensible at all," he winked, gaining a laugh from his Goddess.

"Oh sugar," she placed a hand against his cheek, "if you only knew."

He gave her a perplexed look, "Knew what baby girl?"

She shook her head, "Nothing handsome nothing at all. Now don't you think it's time for you to get back to work?" dropping the hand against his cheek to his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath her fingertips.

"Changing the subject beautiful wont help you any," he winked but stood anyway keeping the shuttered from coursing down his body at her touch.

"Oh but honey buns it does," she replied rising as well. She stepped up to him leaning in close and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek before, "Thank you for coffee hand," then moved away.

This time he could prevent the shiver of pleasure from running down his body, having her so close was defiantly affecting him move than he'd care to say at the moment. The itch to grab her and plant his own possessive kiss on her lips burned with in him, but now wasn't the time to show her what he truly felt. "No problem Goddess if you need anything else…"

"Oh sugars don't offer something you can't pay up on," she purred turning back to him a gleam in her eyes as she raked his body over.

"No worries there Red, I can always pay up all night long in fact," he shot back walking away.

Penelope just shook her head, it was going to be a long few weeks that was for sure. She had a plan, a big one at that, she just hoped no scum bag would get in the way to stop that plan from coming into play. A happy bounce in her step she turned back to her computers, took a deep drink from her mug and savored the flavor, yup he truly knew her so well.

By afternoon they'd received a case, from the tiny Texas town Fredericksburg and his first stop before gathering his go bag was to say goodbye to his Goddess.

"Wheels up in thirty my sexy mama," he stated entering her domain.

She spun around a bright smile lighten her features, "Don't forget the chaps this time handsome," she quipped with a smirk.

He halted in his tracks, "What did I tell you about that woman."

"And I told you that you'd never find them my vision," she replied, slowly rising from her chair.

"Don't think you can hide something like that from me for long," he shot back tweaking the end of her nose.

"Was the something I can do for you?"

"You can do me for free," he answered a cheeky grin spreading across his lips.

"On honey there's nothing free in this world many more you have to pay for almost everything," she purred laying a hand on his chest again not being able to get enough of the fabulous feel of those tight toned muscles.

"Woman," he growled, feeling his blood firing at just the simplest of touch, "you better be careful you may just be playing with fire here."

"Oh and a handsome firefight to help me put out the blaze to," she stated voice sultry low the hand resting on his chest moving up towards his neck to wrap around spraying her fingers across the back stroking the heated flesh.

"Penelope," he spoke softly wanting to much to give into the feelings she had invoked in his body.

"Yes Derek," she breathed against his ear. She knew the kind of game she was playing at, and she didn't want to stop either, not until he was well and good hers.

"I have to leave," he blurted out feeling her body go slack against his. Without thought he encircled her waist, pulling her body closer to his hard muscle form, wanting, no needing her close before heading out. "You be careful while I'm gone, you hear me hardhead."

"You do the same my sexy chocolate hunk, can't have this body in pieces now can we," she returned wrapping her other arm around his neck. Breathing in the masculine scent that tickled her nose making her want to bury herself into his body and never leave.

He pulled back just a fraction cupping her face in his rough callused palm, running a finger over her full pouting lips, the need to claim her taking over once more.

"Morgan we," but, Reid's voice halted when he reached the door.

"Got it kid, be there in a few," he answered not paying any attention to him, his eyes drinking in every last inch of the woman in his arms.

"Hot stuff," she breathed quietly before staring a look over his shoulder making sure Reid had left, then, "you have to go." But she didn't want him to, the feel of him encompassing her body sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.

"You cold Goddess?" he asked worry filling his deep husky voice.

"No, just," she couldn't think of a good excuse this time, he had her so flummoxed it wasn't even funny. "It's not from being cold, handsome," she answered burying her nose in his neck, hugging his body close.

She'd never done something so intimate before. It both puzzled and excited him to think that maybe he did have a chance after all. "I better go."

"Of course," she returned stepping out of his arms, a cold feeling washing over her body making her shiver from the chill this time.

"Remember what I said." She gave him a puzzled look. "Let me help."

"Oh, right," she said, a teasing smile lifting her lips, "we'll see handsome now go."

"Penelope," he groaned, softly but turned to go anyway, but yelped when her small hand connected with his backside.

"Humm and here I thought it was a soft ass, I've just proven myself wrong," she stated with a laugh watching him twist back towards her.

"You are so going to get it for that one mama just you wait until I get home," he admonished with a smug grin of his own.

"You and what army hot stuff?" she shot back, though she took a step back just in case.

"I don't need no army sweetness I'm man enough to take care of you. In more ways than one," he answered a wolfish grin pulling at his lips, as he took a step forward.

"You sure your man enough?" she challenged, but still took another step back.

"Very," he reached out and snagged her around her waist hauling her back into his arms, "man enough baby girl," he answered brushing his lips over her ear.

"Derek," she stated weakly heat flaring to life firing her blood, sending it coursing through her veins.

"Yes, beautiful," he answered inches away from her lips.

At that precise time his cell phone rang breaking the sensual atmosphere around them and making Morgan cruse under his breath.

"Morgan," he growled into the offending instrument. "I got it Hotch be there in five," and flicked the cell shut, before resuming his possessive hold on Penelope, "this isn't over woman."

"Not by a long shot handsome," she shot back with a devilish smile.