A/N: Thank you all so much for the wonderful support. It means a lot to me to receive all thse wonderful reviews and fav'ing emails and alerts. And it isn't much longer now until they meet. =)


Penelope

So I loved my job. Or more like loved the one person I was talking to all day on my job. I know this team consisted of five more people, but I just always talked to one. Not that it bothered me.

But one thing I could do without was this annoying Kevin Lynch. Every morning he would come to my office. No idea why, he just was there, talking all this nonsense all day long. Didn't he have a job to do? Friends to entertain? Someone else to annoy? Why me? What did I ever do to him anyway? Yeah sure, I was the one who took over from him in regards of being the Technical Analyst for the BAU team, but it's not like I asked to be.

"You know the members of this team well?" I heard him ask. And what was his point now?

I turned around in my chair, looking at him with disbelief. "I've worked here over three weeks and all of these three weeks they have been on a case. I met them like a total of ten minutes. What do you think?" I asked.

He looked a bit taken aback. Maybe he didn't expect me to sort of yell at him. But honestly, I had other things to do, Hotch was already sending me lists of things he needed me to look into by the minute and each minute I spent talking to this cretin I would waste.

"Listen, Lynch, just … go. And let me do my job. That's all I'm asking," I finally decided on saying. Maybe pleading with his common sense was the best way of dealing with it.

"And where would the fun be with that?" he asked, making me wonder whether I could make it look like self-defense when hitting him.

"I swear to God, Lynch, if you are not leaving my office now I'm going to kick your sorry ass to freaking Timbuktu …" I threatened him by now more or less. Words were sometimes more powerful than actions anyway.

"Garcia, are you alright?" I heard a male voice coming from my headset. In my earlier hassle and the distraction of Lynch I must have pressed one of these buttons that just puts the call through, without actually ringing. And now they had heard God knows how much of this conversation.

"I'm … okay, sir. What can I do for you?" I got my attention back to my screens and the job, deciding to hunt Kevin Lynch down at some later stage. What a moron. What was his problem anyways?

"We need you to run a few names for us and see if you can come up with any sort of connection," I heard Hotch's voice. And was it normal that I was somehow feeling slightly disappointed that it wasn't Derek calling?

One by one they gave me several names and I let my search engines look for the smallest details to make possible connections, but ended up being left rather empty handed. This case seriously was starting to get to me. Would it never end? By now it had been over three weeks and I was wondering whether every single time would be like that?

"Sorry, but there is nothing coming up linking any of these together. There are maybe two, three things that connect a few of them with each other, but not all of them. Sorry," I informed the team on the other end of the line. I knew they were hoping for better news, something that would get them somewhere finally.

"Okay, we will get back to you with new data later. There must be something we are missing," Hotch said, sounding slightly resigning. I was about to disconnect the call when he continued. "And Penelope…" he started.

"Yes?"

"Don't let Kevin Lynch get to you. He is just pissed off with you, or probably us, because you replaced him. Just ignore him and if he causes any problem, let me know," Hotch informed me, and that much I somehow could have figured out by myself but it was good t know someone else was aware of it.

"Yes , sir," I replied, smiling. It was more or less one of the first good things someone said to me in the last few days. Well, that was if you didn't count Derek Morgan's constant sweetness and all the compliments he seemed to dish out and have me blushing over. And I know it wasn't as if Aaron Hotchner said anything like I did a good job or stuff like that, but somehow, deep inside me, I knew it was meant as something along the lines.

He had hung up a while now, leaving me last minute with a few more things I should look into, which resulted in some new information, but I doubted it would help them much. But boy was I wrong. As it turned out the information I found and forwarded to them lead finally to the guy we had been chasing for nearly four weeks by now and his arrest.

It had been rather nerve-wrecking four weeks and the prospect of this case finally being over was rather overwhelming to be honest. I know it was just probably like more or less any other case for them, but for me, it being my first case with them and now having a rather good idea of what kind of horrific images I might be seeing on a daily basis now, it had been way too long. I tried to assist them as best as I could from the thousands of miles I was away from them.

An hour afterwards Hotch let me know they finally got the guy and were on their way home as soon as they could and for me to finish up and go home my phone rang again, the number which flashed on the display too familiar by now. Hearing that brought a smile back to my lips instantly.

"We are coming home, Baby Girl, and you know what that means, don't you?" he asked, his deep and low voice vibrating through the room. I had him on speaker, seeing I had packed up for the night.

I thought about his question for a moment. "No more phone conversations for me?" I asked, with a giggle accompanying my response.

"We will finally meet," Derek just said, and once again I could sense the smile through the phone.

"So I will finally see whether you are living up to my expectations," I stated. "My very high expectations," I added after only a few seconds, laughing again.

He laughed as response as well. "Trust me, I will," was all he said before he had to go again and released me to the night.

Yes, we finally would meet.