Morgan

I know it sounds strange but I was starting to get addicted to talking on the phone with a woman I had never met before. By now I was always looking forward to calling our analyst. There was something going on between the two of us I couldn't put my finger on. I somehow felt like I knew her, but where on earth would I have known a girl like her from? And if I did, I certainly would have remembered it. She was unique and by now I honestly was dying to meet her. Penelope was starting to replace my mysterious blonde from the other night and maybe this was for the best. No way on earth could I have managed to track her down, with no information to go by. But then again, I was rather certain that if I gave Penelope a few key pieces of information she would find her. There didn't seem to be anything this amazing girl couldn't find or track down.

By now I had managed to call her twice or three times without needing any information, just see how she was doing and have a normal conversation. At first she seemed rather surprised- not expecting a call just to chat from me at all -and seemed like she was waiting all call long for me to ask her a question she could find me answers to. But eventually she relaxed throughout the call and we once again kept our banter going, flirting like mad and all the things she said could certainly make you blush, and my replies were probably even worse. But they just came out, completely natural and before I actually realized what was being said it had been too late. She just replied with one even kinkier, more suggestive comeback and so we went back and forth. It was probably one of the best phone conversations I ever had and the thing was that what I was telling her wasn't even something I needed to think about really hard. No, these things came to me during the night. By now I even dreamt about her, which shocked me a lot. In these dreams she was always a voice in the darkness urging me to come closer and closer, into the light and see her, touch her, be with her. But no matter how much I moved near her she was always out of my reach.

The last time I dreamed about my woman it was my disappeared Blonde, and those dreams haunted me for days until she was replaced with the girl on the other end of the phone. I seriously started to really like that girl, her witty, cocky and definitely not shy way and for sure all these nicknames she gave me over the last few days. And I fell for the French snippets she threw at me occasionally.

Over the years I dated my fair share of women and I dated quite a few different nationalities along the way. Some Italians, some Spanish and also some French. They all would say something in their mother tongue eventually, but nothing they said sounded like what Penelope said to me. It was sounding like a promise. A promise for sin. One I could hardly wait to take her up on.

Now if this stupid case would be over, I could finally meet her, see her and do good on all the things we had been talking about lately. Despite the fact that this was breaking all my own rules in regards to dating in the FBI.

Penelope

Three weeks in the job and I couldn't imagine working anywhere else anymore. Unless Derek Morgan would be coming with me. Because that would be the only thing that would make me want to stop working for the FBI and this team. I probably hadn't even seen all of humanities worst yet- sadly there was certainly more depravity to come that would fill my screens- but with him on the other end of the phone I would get through whatever was thrown my way.

"Tell me something I don't know," was the question he threw at me the moment I picked up the phone. He had started calling me to chat about things not work related a few days ago and by now was calling me once a day just to have a 'normal' conversation. Normal by our standards that is.

I thought about my answer for a moment. "I love chocolate," I giggled into my headset, thinking that there would probably have been a lot of more personal answers, but this one would do for the moment. In fact, it had to. Plus, I needed to keep some secrets for later anyway.

He chuckled in return. "Well then, gorgeous, you and I are going to work just fine."

The fact that he called me gorgeous without ever having laid an eye on me didn't really bother me anymore. In the beginning it slightly did, since it obviously was just a term he used in regards of nickname. He had never seen me, so couldn't really know whether I met his criteria for gorgeous or not.

"Did you ever have any doubt about that, cupcake?" I asked playing disbelief and mock shock.

"No, not once. Just wanted to make sure we are both on the same page here," he replied and I swear, I could hear the smile through the phone. This all was definitely turning out into a very interesting thing we had going here. The question was how would it develop once we actually met? Because eventually … that's something that would happen.