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Disclaimer: I own nothing, the song I'm using it Brian McKnight's "Must be love."

Chapter seven

Wingman hell

Softly cursing under her breath staring at the mountain of clothes on her bed, she tried in vein to pick something to wear, something guaranteed to make Derek Morgan drool. Spotting the silky black fabric under a few old cotton shirts she pulled it free the cool silk flowing through her fingers like cool water a mischievous smirk graced her lips as she began to search for the skirt to go with.

Twenty minutes later Penelope stared at her reflection a satisfied look in her deep honey eyes. Flipping dark red hair over her shoulder, she grabbed her keys, wallet and cell phone before heading out to knock him on his ass in a good way.

Entering the dimly lit night club Penelope scanned the crowd looking for her friends and team mates. She spotted JJ and Will sitting at their table deep in conversation, Reid and Emily out on the dance floor the latter trying to show the former how to more to the music, while Rossi sat at the bar eyes taking in the whole scene his profiler skills working. Two were missing on first inspection making her frown and wonder why Hotch decided to skip out. She knew of course that Morgan would show it was only a matter of time.

Slowly she sauntered towards their table, oblivious to the multi of eyes watching her. "Evening my sweets," she said taking a seat near JJ.

"Damn Garcia I think the whole men's section just might need a drool bucket tonight," JJ commented a smile forming on her light pink lips.

"Did some super fox walk in the room?" Penelope questioned turning to glance at the door.

JJ just shook her head never understand why Penelope didn't see the beauty with which she presented the world. "Never mind Pen, so Morgan comin'?"

She nodded, "He should be here, what about Hotch?"

"Said he'd be by later," as if on cue, Hotch walked up to their table.

"Ladies, Will," Hotch stated taking a stool a slight incline of his head as greeting.

Penelope glanced at him, dressed in a pair of fitting black jeans, a dark blue button down shirt, and if wonders never cease a brown leather bombers jacket. "Damn boss man you clean up nice."

He graced her with a rare half smile, "Thanks Garcia."

"So whatch havin'?" asked a woman who appeared to be in her late twenties, tight pink halter top, short black skirt and thigh high black boots.

"Beer thanks," Hotch answered then gave it over to Penelope.

"Long island ice tea please."

"Back in a few," the perky waitress stated swaying off.

The music changed best slightly as Karen Kamon's "Manhunt" stated to blare through the speakers making Penelope giggle slightly. All humor fled when a hard, hot body pressed against her back, she knew right away this wasn't Morgan his smell was different more earthy than spicy. Turning slightly she met a pair of dark amber eyes the same eyes from weeks back.

"The Gods must have seen fit to bring you back to me milady," his deep voice rumbled.

"Aren't you luck sailor," she cooed turning to face the handsome stranger whose name she only just barely remembered.

"I hope so love," he returned extending his hand for her to take, which she did, so slowly eyes still searching for Morgan.

But with a shrug of her shoulders she figured what the hell Morgan hadn't seen fit to even show up yet. She let the muscle bound honey draw her into equally delicious strong arms. She could feel each muscle bunch and flex under her finger tips as a slow burn ignited in her body, nothing like the inferno Morgan could set with just one touch but it was still pleasant enough burn.

"So," his deep slightly accented voice drew out, "what's a beautiful lady such as yourself doing in a place like this?"

"Relaxing with friends you," she offered giving him her attention for now.

"Dancin'," he proved cryptically, those same amber eyes giving her the once over. "A shame to make all this lushesness go to waste we should definitely show it off," and to prove his point he pulled her body closer grinding his hips to the beat as his large warm hands encircled her back.

"Who said it was going to waste sugar lips," she countered feeling eyes watching her.

"I do love you were just sitting there when you should've been dancing."

"Your pretty smooth talker, but can you keep up."

"Oh honey," Tyler drawled slowly his left hand coming up to trace a light pattern down her cheek, "I could take you to the moon and back many times."

His blood boiled in his veins at the scene playing out in front of him. He'd just walked in the door, the cool spring breeze following him in, doing nothing to cool his ire at seeing his woman pressed up against the hunk of the second. He'd took a step back into the shadows watching her closely, eyes taking in her choice of dress from her patented black heels, up exposed stocking covered legs, to the edge of a dark blue hip hugging a line skirt that fell just below her knees. Up farther to the start of that silky black camisole that clung to her in all the right places, extenuating her breasts and collarbone that he ached to kiss and nibble, arms bare only thin straps holding the shirt in place. His eyes dilated, when she turned and a large expanse of creamy white flesh was bared to his hunger glaze he wanted nothing more than to walk over to her and pull her away from the jerk who's hands were currently all over his woman.

But then he reframed this was her manhunt after all if she wanted to play then, so be it he'd let her for now that is. The music changed once more a light beat of R&B filtered through speakers a song Morgan knew all too well, one that had him stocking forward slowly a predator stocking its prey.

I used to hang out all night
Ladies on the left and and the right
They used to call me mr. shady down low undercover
(this must be)
I didn't give a damn what I said
As long as they awoke in my bed
I was gonna get it one way or the other
(this must be)
I was just as fast as I could be
Didn't want nobody changing me
I'd go running from lover to lover
Then you walked in my life right on time
Not a penny short of a dime
And baby I'm beginning to discover

She felt the heat soaking into her as he pressed himself up against her back his scent of after shave, and man invading her senses sending tingles down her spine. She felt his lips press a chaste kiss to the smooth skin of her neck, his tongue coming out slightly to wet the flesh as more chills ran down her body. Good God how could one man be so damn sexy and alluring like Derek. All she wanted to do was turn around and wrap her arms tightly around his waist and bury her nose into his chest in haling the scent that was all him.

His senses in over drive the woman was a damn tease from word go from the light scent of sandalwood and vanilla that kissed her skin to the strawberry fragrance in her beautiful red hair. His body tightened in a heated response to having her pressed against him. How he wanted this beauty something fierce as the words of Brian McKnight's song washed over him like cool water on a parched tongue. They spoke to him like no others ever had and he knew in that second Penelope was and would always be the only one for him, cause this was love.

"Excuse me man but this is my lady tonight go find your own," Tyler said a growl of anger in his voice.

Derek looked up from her neck a feral gleam in his deep chocolate eyes, "Unless you want to end up in a body bag I suggested you move on man."

Penelope looked over her shoulder seeing the tension and heat in his glaze, she turned back to Tyler, "Sorry sug, but I'd hate for you to get hurt I'll," she drew her finger down his chest playing the game up a few notches, "later."

Tyler took a step back acquiescing to Penelope and giving Derek a pointed hated look, but before he stepped away fully he took her hand in his and kissed the top softly giving her a sexy wink before disappearing into the crowd.

"Like hell you will woman," he rumbled arms wrapping around her waist from behind pulling her body flush again his letting her feel the evidence of his need for her.

This must be love
It must be love, yeah
Cause tell me what is love
If this ain't love
This must be love
It's gotta be love, yeah
Cause tell me what is love
If this ain't love

"And you are going to stop me?" she purred heat pooling between her legs as his erection pressed against her bottom.

"Yes," he hissed turning her around in one fluid movement, "your mind for tonight."

She arched an eyebrow, "Oh really."

"Yes damn it," his breathing was ragged and sharp as her soft body came in contact with his hard one he never felt a more pleasurable pain in his life. He ached for her so deeply that it scared him.

Her arms wound their way around his neck, eyes locking with his as the song continued to play their bodies danced in time with the beat, heat surrounding them, consuming the very sexually charged air around them.

He placed his arms protectively around her waist burying his nose in her hair breathing deeply. He didn't know how he could've over looked her for so long, but then he knew he never over looked her fully just kept her up on a shelve like a fragile glass doll he didn't want to brake. But now, now he wanted to brake, wanted to be hers, inside and out in every way possible. He was tried of one stand nights and relationships that didn't last all because they weren't her, his baby girl.

"You know hot stuff your suppose to be my wingman tonight not my man," she chided softly, but enjoyed having him surround her, his scent filling her nose making her dizzy.

"Don't care Goddess," he answered placing a chaste kiss to her neck, "I don't want to be your wingman anymore."

She pulled back slightly an ached eyebrow, "Oh really now?"

"Yes really you silly woman," he smiled.

She tried to cover the smirk, "Then what do you want to be handsome," she asked brushing a piece of imaginary dust from his shoulder noticing the black cotton Henley he wore. She could feel his tight abs through the thin cotton and a hiss with drew from her lips God how she loved this man.

"I shouldn't be seeing this," Hotch's voice stated over the music.

"Hey none of us sees anything," Rossi laughed keeping his own eyes from moving back to the couple.

"All I've got to say is it's about damn time," JJ offered taking a drink of her Chardonnay.

End note: and no this isn't the end of the story two more chapters to go. I hope you like.