Penelope
I don't know what was worse. The fact that I had seen more horrible images in the last couple of days than in my entire life so far or that I was speaking to one of my colleagues in what could only be described as a completely unprofessional and inappropriate manner. Didn't Chief Strauss just give me a speech on behavior when working for the FBI and rules of conduct? Were these phone lines actually safe? Or was someone taping these conversations?
What was even worse was that there was this one guy, who I still had to met, who was talking to me in the same inappropriate way as I with a voice like molten lava, that washed over my body every time he said something, leaving me all hot and somehow at ease at the same time. His voice was so wonderfully deep and sensual. And only the thought of that voice, at night, in a bedroom, mumbling all sort of sweet ….. wrong thought. And so totally inappropriate. I hadn't even met that guy yet.
And what was going on with me lately anyway? First I jump into bed with that absolutely handsome and gorgeous stranger and now I was thinking about another guy, screaming my name in the moment of passion. I so needed to get laid. Obviously not by the guy on the other end of the phone.
Maybe I should go out tonight again, go back to that club from the other night and see if I could meet Mr. Handsome again, he might be up for an encore. And what the hell was I thinking? It was a one time thing. That's why it's called a One Night Stand.
After working for the unit nearly two weeks and receiving the majority of calls from only one person - my adoring, sweet talking and very suave sounding new best friend on the other end of the line - I started getting more comfortable in my position. My office slowly got more colorful, with new stuff being brought in every day until I had the surfaces covered with pictures, sculptures and other small, colorful and fun things. Things that reminded me that the world wasn't entirely bad, because I might have just worked for this unit two weeks, but I already had gotten a full spectrum of horrific acts to witness.
Derek Morgan made things a bit easier and brighter with his calls. Just hearing his voice made me smile within seconds. And when he called me Baby Girl I was fully his. Whatever he needed, I would get it. Just as long as he kept talking to me in that soft, deep, sensual, tender voice
Despite my success with the members of the unit and how well we managed to get along I somehow didn't really manage to get a good connection to the rest of the Tech pool. They all seemed rather hostile towards me, or even plain mean and annoying. Especially that Kevin Lynch guy.
Every morning he would come into my office, being all bitchy and cranky and in a bad mood, sometimes bringing me down with him. And I didn't even understand why he came to me. He worked three floors above mine as far as I was informed and had nothing to do with the BAU apart from being the guy that was there before I came.
"You know, Blondie, the techs have already bets going on how long you will make it," he started this morning and I seriously wasn't in the mood for this. I turned my head slowly towards him, throwing him daggers with my look and hoping he would get it. He didn't. Or didn't want to.
"I said two months," he kept on going. Could I just hit him? Would that be okay after two weeks on the job?
I turned around, and took a long look at him. "How long did you manage to stick around?" I asked curious.
He looked at me for a moment, surprised that I actually responded in any way and cleared his throat before speaking.
"Four months," he finally said, making me arch my brows. I certainly would have thought he would have managed to stay in here longer.
"Then you should expect to see me a lot longer. Eight months minimum, and if it is just to show you how it's done. But I wouldn't count on seeing me leaving anytime soon," I finally announced making the last part sound like a threat. If that's what he wanted I certainly would deliver. If it meant he would leave me alone and let me do my job.
Luckily right before he could respond I got a call, caller I-D. showing D. Morgan.
"Sugar, what can mama do for you?" I asked, noticing my mood all of sudden improved just by seeing his name on the ID field.
"There are so many things, Baby Girl, but they will have to wait for me to make it back and finally meet you before being explored," I heard him nearly pouring down the line. God, this velvet soft voice made me lose my mind once more and I really didn't know what was wrong with me at this point.
He gave me a few names and other things to cross check and just a few moments later I gave him results, making him laugh and adding a little comment that sounded a lot like 'All the ones before you were amateurs,' but I couldn't be entirely sure since the line was rather bad.
Turning around in my chair after Derek had gone I saw Lynch still standing there. God what was wrong with him? And the look on his face told me everything I needed to know to answer any lingering doubts about what Morgan had said. I indeed had understood Morgan correct, seeing that Lynch understood the same if the expression was anything to go by. Guess he never heard anything like that in his four months. Then he turned and left my office, stalking towards the elevators not looking like he was too happy with how this all went.
With him gone I had time again to think about Derek Morgan, my favorite thought lately. I had no idea what he looked like and how he was in real life. Maybe this whole 'baby Girl' thing was just some game, something to keep him occupied and busy, make him smile once during the day and when we would meet he would be all uptight and strict, following rules and not even thinking any inappropriate thoughts. The complete opposite of me then, because Derek Morgan and inappropriate thoughts were something that somehow went hand in hand by now in my mind.
