A/N: I am wondering whether I should go into hiding. I got strangely enough last night the vibe, that some people expect a meeting,. Hu...


Penelope

While I drove home in Esther - my car, and yes I named my car, there is no rule that only guys can do it – my mind kept going back to the conversation with Derek Morgan. He said he was going to meet my expectations, my high expectations. The truth was I didn't have any. I was just saying this to tease him, see how far he would go with me. I wasn't really expecting that reply, but then again, what I heard over the last couple of weeks he certainly didn't lack self confidence.

The funny thing is that whenever I had met someone online – and no I was not online dating – during one of my games my mind always came up with how these guys could possibly look, just by how they spoke to me, what they said and all that stuff. But with Derek Morgan? I didn't. It just didn't happen. Nearly as if I was scared that if I would build up some image in my head it might not be met and I would somehow be left disappointed.

Of course I could have hacked his personal file, looked at the picture in there and would have known. But somehow I thought being already under some sort of surveillance it wouldn't be smart to start off in your new job with hacking colleagues personal files. That was one reason. The other one was simply the element of surprise. I liked a good surprise.

My only concern now was that he wasn't one of these arrogant, self-loving guys that were too tanned, looking like they tried too hard and had way too much gel in their hair. That's the last thing I needed, but then again I didn't get that impression when talking to him. He seemed slightly arrogant, but to a healthy dose. And he didn't seem to take himself too serious.

The next day was rather hard on me. I didn't spend the better part of night with sleeping much. I basically just rolled from one side of the bed to the other, thinking about the next day, the meeting, how things would go and most importantly what I should wear. The thing is I never had been a person that needed to mask anything or cover up who I was. I always lived by the motto that if someone didn't like the way I looked they should look some other direction. But with him? Oh God, I felt like back in High School, on your first day of the new school year. When everything was new, back to a fresh start and you could try to make this year go different than the last.

I gave up sleeping at around 3am, deciding that if I couldn't find any sleep until now it wouldn't make much sense to try any longer. I had to get up in three hours anyway. So I could also start getting ready. And was it okay that I actually felt totally ridiculous? After all this was just work, like any other day, apart from the fact that I would finally meet Derek Morgan, the guy with whose voice I was probably in love with. This wasn't a contest and there was no reason to impress someone. Especially when he said a few times already over the last couple of weeks he already was majorly impressed. But I needed to make sure he didn't just think I would be another geek or hacker – which I technically was.

So a good few hours and several cups of coffee later I left my apartment in some high heels, a bright dress and my usual experimental hair creations, which had a few streaks of pink in them this week. I needed to stop on my way to the office at the coffee shop around the corner and get more coffee, although I was already rather bouncy and energetic. Maybe I shouldn't have had the last three cups of coffee and maybe getting another one now from the shop wasn't the best idea either, but somehow I needed it. It took my mind of what was laying ahead of me. And why did I seriously feel this was like the first day of school again?

Morgan

This was going to be an interesting day, I could feel it already. It probably had a lot of things to do with the meeting of a rather unusual person, but that wasn't the entire reason. Although it was a pretty good one already.

The team had been out last night, celebrating Reid's birthday. At first he was against it, seeing that we had been away from DC for such a long time and probably all needed to get home and were looking forward to it, but in the end we just made him go. We went for dinner and a few drinks in a local bar close by. All of us had a lot of fun and despite the fact that all of us would need to get up again the next day rather soon, returning to the office, to the amounts of paperwork this case has left us with and other unpleasant things we managed to stick around until well after midnight. But then again it wasn't as if any of us really needed much sleep anymore. After all these years in the job, when you have seen probably all of what humanity could come up with to do to each other nightmares were more or less normal and if you could get four hours of sleep at night you were already one of the more lucky ones.

I had promised to collect Emily on my way in, no idea how she managed to get me into agreeing to that since picking her up meant an additional 30 minutes drive, but now it was too late to back out of it anyway. At least she bought me coffee. Something I could deal with in the morning. What I couldn't deal with was her talkative mode she went in every single time I picked her up. She never was like that when we were out on a case.

"Let's hope we stick around DC a while longer this time. The last four weeks were way too long," she started her usual small talk.

"Not that we could control it, but yes, I hope so, too," I agreed, She had a point.

Emily was still talking about one thing or another when we made it to the FBI.

"Have you actually decided on what to do with that blonde, mysterious woman?" I suddenly heard her asking. What the. ..?

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused, turning to face her quickly.

"The blonde you told me about a few days back. Maybe a week. The one you met before the case," Emily smiled, taking a sip from her coffee. We made it to the elevators and I pressed the button for the sixth floor.

"When I did I tell you about that?" I asked. I actually hadn't thought about her for quite a while. Ever since Penelope Garcia entered my life, or my head. So far she hasn't literally entered my life since I still had yet to meet her.

"That night in the bar in Connecticut. Maybe a week ago, could be two as well. Not sure. You decided you needed a change and wanted to do something else than stare at crime scene photos and go over reports and witness statements. We went to a bar and you got … drunk," she informed me bluntly.

"I wasn't drunk."

We stopped shortly on the ground floor, picking up several people for mainly floors above ours.

"Okay, so maybe tipsy. Anyway, anytime you have a bit too much alcohol you become so very talkative," she smiled at me, letting me know that she knew the whole story

"I won't do anything about her," I informed Emily, pressing the button to finally close these stupid elevator doors finally, "There is nothing I know about her, so no way to actually find her either," I kept on going and why wouldn't these doors shut?

Emily just answered with some strange noise, not sounding like she agreed with my final answer.

Just when I was starting to get really annoyed with the fact that these stupid doors didn't finally close I realized I had pressed the wrong button all along. Instead of pressing the one for closing the doors I actually pressed on the opening one all this time. Bad sign. If I was already this agitated …

And then finally the doors shut, but not before I could see my mysterious blonde walking towards us. And, great, now I also was hallucinating. Blame it on Emily and bringing this all up again.


Post-A/N's: *runs away and hides quickly*