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Chapter Four

Phone call

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

Shivers still ran down her body every hour's after he'd left her. She still wasn't sure were her bold nature had come from, maybe it was the years she'd spent wishing for a time when Derek Morgan would look at her as something more than just a friend. Maybe she was really tried of dating losers who couldn't perform their way out of a box. But most of all she wanted her time, her life to end with Derek by her side and not some other John Doe.

"Penny," a quiet male voice from behind her called.

"What do you want Kevin?" she returned exasperated.

"To beg you."

Her joy was slowly being sucked right out of her by having him in the same room, "I told you Kevin that I didn't want to see you again. We're through, so please just turn around and go back the way you came."

"But Penny," he whined coming to stand behind her.

Lord how and whining voice grated on her nerves. She wished with all that was in her that he'd just disappear into the ether and never bother her again. She'd hoped the split would be amicable, but if he kept this up then she be forced to take matters into her own hands.

"In the name of Apples first computer, Kevin please just leave we have nothing to talk about," she all but screeched turning swiftly to face him.

Hands up in the age old symbol of surrender, he backed out of her office, "Fine, fine but if you change your mind."

"I won't change my mind Kevin, now go," she stated forcefully pointing towards the door.

"Woah there sweetness everything ok," came Derek's smooth voice over her computer.

She turned back to him flashing him what she hoped would be a reassuring smile, "Just peachy, peaches."

"Doesn't sound, so peachy, sugar," he retorted carefully taking in her features.

"Just a bit of a nuisance is all my sexy profiler, so any closer to cracking this case?"

He shook his head sadly, "We just got back from the dump site, not good Garcia."

"Oh boy," she stated a frown marring her lips.

"Woman turn that frown up side down and smile for me I need something positive to keep me going."

"Oh honey," she purred, "I can give you something more than a smile to keep you positive."

"Behave woman, Hotch and Emily's comin'."

She saluted him playfully.

"Didn't know you joined the Military PG?" Emily snarked playfully.

"Ha-ha Emily Prentiss you, my sweet kitten are too funny."

"Did you find anything Garcia?" Hotch asked trying to bring a bit of levity to the situation.

"That I did boss man, Kimberly Allen, was a waitress at the local diner, but what she didn't tell everyone was that her family owned a big chunk of real estate up in Dallas, she my fine furry friends, did have to work she could've lived off her family money for ages and still had some a spare. But then I guess if she wanted to get out of the shadow her rich father cast moving to a small town where no one knew you could be beneficial."

"Good work Garcia keep digging," Hotch stated turning to go.

"Be good woman or when I get home…"

"You'll spank me till I…"

"Penelope," he breathed feeling his jeans start to tighten.

She smirked at him, then blew him a kiss before switching to Emily, "Tell boss man to that Kimberly had a boyfriend, names Rick Jackson mechanic."

"Got PG and behave the both of you," she stated waggling a finger between them both.

"Oh kitten I don't know how to behave," Penelope returned watching Emily shake her head, laughter in her eyes.

"She's right baby girl behave."

"Tisk, tisk my sexy Adonis you should know better than that, admonishing me from thousands of miles away when there's nothing you can do about it."

"That doesn't mean I won't when I get home."

"Ohhh promise, promises when are you gotta pay up on all those hot stuff?"

"When you show me a good morning woman," it slipped out before he could stop himself.

"Humm just tell me when and where sexy ass and I'll oblige, so totally and fully that you won't be able to walk the next morning," she answered licking her lips at the thought.

He barely held in the groan at the sight, he wanted her right then, not days from now. But then her words that she was on a manhunt and not for him, echoed in his mind. Course it didn't stop the heat and passion from fueling his blood and making him want to get home ASAP. "What'd I tell you?"

"But love bug, I don't want to behave I rather be your bad girl."

"Baby girl," he groaned, seeing her smile light her features.

"Morgan let's go," came Rossi's deep voice.

"Gotta go Penelope, later."

"Until tonight my sexy lover you," and she signed off the screen going blank.

She sat back in the chair not being able to wait until later, she had plans for the late night talk, ones that she hoped would make her very happy.

Time seemed to crawl by for both Penelope and Derek as the day drew to a close, no other pertinent information could be found, and unfortunately they had to wait for another body.

Slowly, body weary from the long hours, Derek bragged his muscular form into his room, closing the door behind him, resting his back against the solid piece of wood. Pushing away from the solid surface he pulled his shirt of the waist band of his jeans, a shower sounding oh so good right now.

But his phone rang right at the moment, "Tell me something I wanta' hear."

"I'm at home all alone, naked and waiting for you hot stuff," came Penelope's voice an octave lower.

He damn near choked on his own saliva, "Baby girl," he bragged the name out, sitting heavily on the bed's edge her words having a powerful effect on him.

"But it's true, well for the most part," she returned a happy sigh leaving her lips.

"Which part's?" dear God he was asked for a heart attack in the making just cause he couldn't stop his mind from wandering towards the buxom red head he wanted to be buried inside of.

"All of it," she purred in return, sipping her hot chocolate slowly though she'd only been teasing about the naked part.

"Penelope," he started his breath coming out in pants.

"Yes my goody bag full of delicious chocolate. Humm I can just taste it now, of course one lick would never be enough to satisfy this sweet tooth."

Damn she was getting him hard with just her dirty little mouth, he was so screwed. But something occurred to him in that second, why was she laying it all thick when she had a plain to get her a man, but then. The light bulb went off like a firecracker.

"Penelope," he began again, almost sure he was right, "how's the man hunt going?"

"It's not right now sugar lips, I'm at home in bed all alone, with my hot chocolate to keep me warm, though it doesn't do to much for me with out the body lying next to me. Ohh hot stuff I can just feel it if I close my eyes," she hummed out the rest, eyes closing imaging Derek laying next to her, large hands running over her naked body.

"Damn woman the picture you paint," he stated slipping the button open, then zipper, wanting, needing to be free from the confines of his tight jeans.

"Oh Mon Cheri the things I would do to you," she trailed off once again teasing him.

"Garcia," he groaned, feeling his cock twitch.

"Yes lover, I'm here waiting for you."

"What are you playing at woman?"

"Me," she faked innocence's, "why what ever do you mean handsome?"

"You and this manhunt, what are you really hunting woman?"

"For me to know sexy man and for you to find out," she purred softly.

Another groan vacated his lips, his mind swirling with the prospect of finally having what he wanted, "Just tell me."

"Fine," she relented, "four days from today, Friday there's a party, I want you to take me."

"Done," he answered, but something twinge in his heart, she just wanted an escort to some party, she really didn't want him.

"Oh good, you need to dress casual hot stuff nothing to formal I'm sure though whatever you pick will knock my socks right off though."

"You know it Goddess," he replied though the sentiment wasn't really there this time.

"Derek everything ok," she asked not hearing the normal teasing tone in his voice, "I mean if you don't want to take me I'm sure I can find someone else."

"No don't go do that woman. I'm just tried is all," he lied flopping back onto the bed.

"I'm sorry sugar lips and here I'm keeping you up late with my stupid talk. I'll let you go," she quickly sat up in bed ready to flip her phone closed, berating herself for being, so thoughtless.

"It's ok baby girl I needed a distraction anyway."

"Glad I could help," she answered a bite disappointed now.

"I guess good night," he stated sitting up.

"Yea, yea good night Derek sweet dreams," she replied and hung up this time without waiting for a response.

Derek pulled the phone from his ear, looking at the piece of technology like it was an alien. Penelope had never, well one time, hung up on him like that before. She's sounded off with those last words. Quickly he pulled up a blank text message.

Night BG, sweet dreams 2 u 2 D.

He wanted to put more, to tell her he loved her, but not this way, so cold and unfeeling, she may get the wrong impression. So instead he rose from the bed and went to take that shower.

Her phone buzzed signaling she had a new text. After quickly glancing at it, she started to wonder if this manhunt would be worth it in the end. Would he love her, does he even care that way? So many questions ran through her mind it was hard to get off to sleep that night.

End note: so there it is hope you like