Sorry, no date in this chapter, I got a little carried away...you'll see what I mean :P

Longest chapter yet! Enjoy...

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Garcia was wishing that she had just ignored the work she had left in favour of going out with Morgan again, but she knew that if she had done that she would have been worrying that the information she was supposed to be finding was essential in helping someone. She knew she had made the right choice, she wanted to enjoy every moment with Morgan and she knew she would have been distracted if she had gone with him, but that didn't silence the part of her that wished she had gone with him, the part of her that had missed him today, missed him and his usual banter due to the need of her friends to know everything that had happened. Really she was glad she had talked to them though, she had been able to tell them her silent fears and they had encouraged her as well as being happy for her. They had, it seemed, been waiting for this to happen since forever.

She smiled at the memory of their excited faces; their happy smiles as she told them about their night, about her realisation that she really liked him, loved him in fact. They looked like Christmas had come early and she couldn't help but be caught up in their excitement. It added to her own and she hoped that he would in fact like her date, and hoped that he was just as happy about the last one as her. His kiss had told her that he was, and every time she felt her mind wander to Morgan the feeling of his lips on hers was now one of the first things that popped into her head. Each and every time she had walked by him today, or seen him working as she walked by she had wanted nothing more than to kiss those deliciously soft and skilled lips of his. But she had refrained, if only just, knowing that that would be one sure way to tell everyone and to have Strauss breathing down their necks in no time.

As her last search finished she sent off the information before shutting down her babies and looking at her watch: 11:15. She knew he'd still be up, he'd be back from his second run of the day, sweat shining on his perfectly contoured body and his breath in those short sharp gasps she'd wished she was producing when she'd phoned him the other morning. She shook her head with a laugh trying to clear her mind of Derek Morgan. She'd see him tomorrow at work, and she'd see him later when she was sure they would be having some fun, well she'd sure have some fun with what she had planned. A wicked grin adorned her features as she left her office, her bag slung over her shoulder and headed for Esther, ready to go home and relax in a nice bubbly bath and maybe, just maybe, she'd let her thoughts drift to her (it felt great to even think that) Chocolate Adonis as the warm water seeped into her body, and relaxed every cell. She hummed contentedly; she was going to have a good night.


Morgan had – as Garcia had thought – been out on his nightly run, pushing himself almost as hard as the other morning, trying to sweat out the desire to go over to Penelope's and kiss her senseless. It was a fruitless task, as he would never not want to do that. He had for a while now, pretty much since he met her, but only since that first kiss outside the bar had the desire intensified to the point it was at now, where he was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore. Where he wanted to ignore the voice in his head telling him to go slow, that this was too good a thing to rush, but he knew he didn't want to screw this up, this was the one thing he knew he wanted to last forever.

When he made it back to his apartment he was sweating and his muscles were screaming at him to stop – even Derek Morgan had limits, as hard as that was to believe. Him and Clooney both headed straight for the kitchen, both desperately needing a drink to quench their thirst, although it only quenched one of Morgan's thirsts, his Goddess the only thing able to quench the other. He stripped his clothes from his sweaty body and headed for the shower, hoping that he would be able to calm the fire in his belly under the cool spray.

With the water hitting his weary muscles he let his mind wander, allowing the many images of Penelope Garcia to flood into the forefront of his mind: her laughing so hard she was almost crying, her always smiling face, her porcelain skin coated with the residue if tears just shed, the hurt in her eyes after Battle, the happiness which seemed to ooze from her every pore, the breathlessness and look in her eye after their kiss; but mostly her happy; smiling; laughing; the feeling of her body pressed against his as they pulled each other closer.

He could feel the familiar stirring in his groin as the images and feelings of the many intimate moments that led up to what they had now took over his senses, his mind reminding him of the amazingly passionate kisses and the seductive, teasing quality of her voice. As the images, sounds and feelings took over his mind his hand dropped to his throbbing penis, stroking softly before increasing his pace as his breathing increased and a moan escaped his mouth as the image of the half-naked Penelope Garcia of his dreams forced it's way through all the other thoughts, leading his brain on a whole other journey; the way it would feel to discover the wonders of the woman he wanted so badly, how she'd sound in the throes of passion, how it'd feel to make her scream his name, to make her fall over the edge and then to follow her. He let out a long, low moan as the rhythm of his hand and the thoughts occupying his brain sent him over the edge, her name falling off of his lips on a breath.

He leant back against the shower wall, catching his breath, before quickly finishing his shower. Knowing that the quicker he got out and went to sleep the faster tomorrow would come around and the sooner they would be on their date, and alone again.


Garcia was soaking in the tub, the warm water and scented bubble bath relaxing her tense body. As she lathered the body wash in her hands, her mind travelled to Morgan's apartment, wondering just what he was doing at this moment, if he was thinking about her as she was him. As she began to massage the lather onto her body she sighed, remembering the feel of Morgan's hands on her naked body in her latest fantasy and the feel of his lips on hers from last night. It was an intoxicating combination and she found herself incredibly turned on by the thought of more to come, by the thought and promise of more kisses tomorrow. She continued to massage the body wash into her skin and as her hands glided over her wet skin she wondered what it would feel like to have the real Derek Morgan touching her in such a way.

She sighed at the thought, a contented smile playing on her lips as she washed off the soapy lather and washed her hair before dragging her wonderfully relaxed body out of the tub and drying herself off, putting on her robe and heading to her bedroom with a towel around her hair, turban style. She then began to primp her body, shaving her legs before moisturising them – trying to keep her thoughts off of Morgan – and then drying her hair before her robe met the floor and she sunk down into her bed with a sigh. She was asleep faster than she had been in a long time.


Morgan had been tossing and turning in his bed unable to sleep for the longest time, but now his breathing was even and his mind at ease. That was until the memory of his and Garcia's kiss entered his dreams and he felt like he was back there. They were outside the bar, him kissing her fiercely up against the wall as her hands pulled him closer, as close as he could get. Their tongues battling, caressing and teasing all at once as the kiss deepened. His hands trailed through her golden locks and his mouth gorged itself on her deliciously honey sweet taste a little bite reminding him of the whisky she'd had earlier.

They came up for air and their eyes met, what he saw was two pools of fire, pools of unadulterated passion staring back into his before she moved, her lips brushing against his jaw, his cheek, his ear, his jaw again before trailing down his neck. He groaned in appreciation as her teeth nipped at the soft skin and her lips and tongue soothed the areas. Her hands were under his shirt, pulling the it up and over his head before capturing his lips in hers once more. They seemed to be inside now, where he didn't know – or care- he was too caught up in the passion, the need to feel her skin against his too great to be ignored and too urgent to try to work out where he was. Where he was wasn't important, what was important was that he show this woman how much he wanted her.

And so he did, his tongue darting into her mouth and his hands running underneath the hem of her blouse – hadn't she been wearing a dress? Who cares, he thought fleetingly when his hands met the lacy fabric of her bra. He pulled the blouse off, wanting to see her body, to feel it against his. His lips moved from hers, down the column of her throat and across her clavicle before heading towards her breasts as his hands moved to her bum, squeezing with slight possessiveness as he pulled her ever closer, the sounds escaping her luscious lips making him harder. He was doing that to her, he was making the ever independent Penelope Garcia loose control.

He growled low in his throat when her legs wound their way around his waist and he hoisted her up into his arms, pushing her against the wall roughly as he tried to move his mouth back on to hers.

"Morgan." Came her breathless voice just before his lips met hers and he was jolted awake by the familiar ringing of his phone.

"Damn." He cursed the empty room, frustrated that every fantasy he'd had was interrupted. He picked up the phone, not bothering to look at the Caller ID.

"Honey Pie, you do realise what time it is?" Came Garcia's voice in his ear and he growled low in his throat before he could stop himself. Realising that this was in fact real he coughed, trying to cover it up hoping she didn't notice. "It's ten o'clock Hot Stuff, I know you don't usually come in on the dot every day but you might want to get that cute ass of yours in here before Hotch gets back from his meeting with Strauss."

"Crap." He mumbled. "I'll be right in. See you soon Baby Girl."

"Yeah. You sounded like you had a good dream, care to share?" She teased, alluding to the sexy growl that had met her ears as a greeting.

"Maybe I'll show you some time sugar." He said with a smirk, flinging himself into his clothes.

"Promises, promises Agent Morgan." She said, her voice full of the familiar Garcia charm before she hung up.


He made it into the office in record time, heading into the bullpen first, thankful that Hotch wasn't back yet. Him being late the day he talked to Strauss about, he assumed, him and Pen was not a good start. At least he'd got in before they came looking for him.

"What kept you this morning Morgan?" Reid asked his friend as he sat down at his desk.

"Traffic." He mumbled as he turned on his computer.

"There were no major accidents today between 7 and 9 so you would have had only general traffic, nothing to make you this-"

"Reid." Morgan warned, not wanting to talk about his early morning fantasy with him, that would be too embarrassing, he was already getting knowing smirks and jokes because of his inability to see that he had been in love with Garcia for a long time, and he knew he didn't need more, plus that would be a bit too weird a thing for him to talk to Reid about.

Taking note of Morgan's tone and his demeanour Reid thought it best to change the subject.

"Did you watch the news last night?" When Morgan nodded he continued. "Think we'll get a call about the UnSub in Michigan?"

'God I hope not.' Thought Morgan, he didn't want to have to go away on case just yet, he didn't think he'd be able to cope with only Garcia's voice so soon into their relationship…did he call it that now? He wondered.

"Dunno kid, if it keeps going then probably. We might just be asked to do them a profile and send it over." Morgan replied aloud.

"It seems like he's copying Bundy, he-" Thankfully before Reid could get into full flow his phone rang and he excused himself to answer it, leaving Morgan at his desk with his pile of paperwork and his thoughts.


Garcia had spent the whole morning wondering when Hotch was going to come in and ask her to go and see Strauss, and she was slightly on edge. She knew she didn't want to transfer, but neither did Morgan. So when the door opened she whirled around in her chair expecting to see Hotch there when instead it was Morgan.

"Hey sweetness." He said with a big smile and she smiled back.

"Hey there Handsome." He could see that she had been nervous before he came in and instinctively knew that she had been doing the same thing as he had: waiting for Hotch to come and tell him to go and meet with Strauss.

"You know I'd transfer in a heartbeat Baby Girl." He said with a soft smile, knowing what she had been thinking about. She smiled at his uncanny ability to read her thoughts and wondered if he knew that she had been undressing him with her eyes since the moment he had entered her domain. She was a woman she could multi-task.

"I couldn't ask you to do that Baby, you love it here." She said, feeling the palpable tension in the room.

"You didn't ask, it's my choice. Your talents are the best there are, they – and you – are needed here, for the cases and for the team. You're their bright spark when the darkness threatens to engulf them. I can go anywhere, Vice, Firearms, Bomb Squad. I don't mind." He said with a shrug.

She smiled at him for his compliment before almost whispering: "But you love it here."

"Yeah," He shrugged. "But I just got a shot with you. I'm not going to mess that up." He said seriously, looking her straight in the eyes and she shivered at the depth of feelings she saw there.

"You want to kiss me now, don't you?" She teased with a smile.

"As much as you want to kiss me Baby Girl." He said with a chuckle. "I'll get you later, car park at six?" He confirmed.

"Yes, you will Hot Stuff. You better be ready to have fun." She said with a grin.

"Oh, I'm always ready sugar." He drawled seductively before turning and leaving with another smile and a small wave.

"And don't I know it." She murmured to herself as she turned back to her computers and her work, wishing six o'clock would come around sooner.


It was just after two o'clock when Hotch came into her office and she gulped, their leader's face giving no clues as to the verdict of his meeting, and a very long meeting at that, with Strauss.

"What can I get you Boss?" She asked, her voice small.

"You have ten days," Her heart stopped, was she having to leave? Was Morgan?

"A ten days trial period to see how you and Morgan work, if it's going to affect your performance. If not then that's fine, you both stay, if not then someone has to transfer." When she tried to input here Hotch stopped her with a slight movement of his hand. "Morgan's already said he'd leave. I don't want to hear it. We don't want to loose either of you, please try and keep him in check." Hotch said seriously before a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Garcia let out a small laugh, "I'll try Hotch, I'll try. But who has ever been successful in that feat?" She joked. "Thank you." She said softly after a slight pause.

"No thank you necessary Penelope. The BAU needs both of you. You will have a meeting with Strauss after the ten days for review." He informed her before adding: "Have fun tonight." When she looked confused as to how he knew he added: "JJ and Emily are wells of information it seems." She nodded and smiled in response.

Hotch turned to leave. "I'll let you get back to your wok, but just a word of warning: try not to use the cameras for your entertainment, the guys down at security would rather it was something young and blonde they were looking at, not Morgan." He said seriously and Garcia gawped for a second, slight panic rising in her gut before he smiled that small smile at her and she relaxed, her shoulders falling with a laugh and a guilty smile.

"Won't happen again." She said before turning back to her computers as Hotch left.


After their talks with Hotch, both of them were counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until six o'clock. Garcia was looking forward to surprising him and Morgan was looking forward to whatever she had up her sleeve, he knew whatever it was it would be great. Garcia never settled for anything less.

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