Penelope couldn't believe her eyes. The house he pulled up to was white with navy blue trim with a bright red door. There was even a picket fence with flowers and a tall tree. The mail box read "The Morgans" as they pulled into the drive way. She heard barking from the back, one the familiar noise of Clooney and a new slight howling. She laughed when she saw her Ester parked in the garage and turned to Derek who was flashing her a bright smile.
"Derek, what is this?" she asked in disbelief.
"This, woman, is our new home. Ready to take a look?" he said putting the car in park
She couldn't stop shaking her head and he only smiled at her with love and laughter. He moved to her side and grabbed her crutches from the back of the car. "Come on, Princess," he said with a smile.
Penelope was speechless as she took in her surroundings. This was beyond a dream. She could only stare at the man of her dreams and follow him as he excitedly led her around the property. He opened the front door and she saw warm colors and comfortable furniture. There were photos covering the wall, mostly of the two of them, their friends and his family. She smiled when she saw lit candles through the house.
"So, there are four bedrooms and an office. Here, Mama, is our living room, just a place for us to lounge and watch movies, the sunset, have some wine or beer, enjoy our friends and family. And now I take you to more."
He took her hand and carefully led her to the kitchen where the appliances looked like new. She laughed at the Disney prints she recognized from her old kitchen and noticed how much of the kitchen looked like it was from her old apartment. However, the kitchen was coated in a warm green with warm accents. She clapped her hands when she realized there was an island in the kitchen and he laughed out loud at her simple pleasure. "Woman, this isn't even half of it. "
Derek took this time to watch her as she absorbed their new home. She threw down her crutches and began to hobble around their home. She squealed when she noticed Clooney and a new puppy run to their glass window.
"Ah my lover, who is this!" She said, holding the new puppy in her arms, his skin white and grey.
Derek rubbed Clooney's back and sat next to Garcia. "That, my darling, is Standing Bear, your new wolf hybrid."
Her eyes widened as the small wolf looked up into their loving eyes. "Derek? You remembered?"
"Of course, Princess," he said with a laugh. "I also have more selfish reasons for getting this bugger."
Clooney laid down in front of them as Standing Bear played with the tired old dog. "I was talking to Rachel, Rebecca's sister, who has a wolf hybrid and said that not only are they loyal and great with kids, but they are good protection. They don't advertise that fact because they don't want irresponsible people breeding them, but I contacted a friend of mine and got Standing Bear a few days ago. I know how much you wanted a dog and decided that this would be a great motivator for you to recover."
Penelope looked into his eyes and kissed him deeply. "Oh Hot Stuff, Im not dreaming am I?" She sighed.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead and looked back on their dogs. "No, woman. This ain't a dream. If it were, you'd be naked and serving me a Corona."
She laughed and moved to stand up, now wary of her stitches to her side. He helped her up and she smiled tiredly at him. "Not that I am not completely enamored with this property, but are we here for the reasons I believe we are here?"
He smiled and kept silent as she searched his eyes for answers.
"Handsome, is this our home?"
He only grabbed her hand and slowly led her to the stairway. He turned and gave her a deep kiss and picked her up into his arms. "Derek Morgan, I am going to break you! Now you put me down!"
"Penelope Garcia, hush up and let me take you to our bedroom with style," he said with a smile watching the realization of his statement climb into her mind.
"Oh," she gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She noticed that there was a long hallway of rooms, including a laundry room and bathroom. Down at the end of the hall were two french style doors and her heart raced with excitement. "My Prince, oh my goodness," she whispered happily.
Derek laughed as her legs kicked, switching from leg to leg in a rhythm only Penelope could think of. As he approached the doorway, he set her down and placed his hands over her eyes. "Keep them closed for me, baby girl," he whispered.
She nodded as she felt his warm hand cover her eyes and the other open the doors. He led her into the room and she could smell clean air that smelled of both mountain and ocean. He released his hands from her eyes and yet they were still closed. He chuckled and said, "Well Baby Girl, open your eyes."
When she opened, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The room was painted a kind blue with accents of dark blues, silvers and browns. They had a balcony that looked out into trees and their backyard. There was a dresser and mirror that was massive. It was a warm cherry wood and it was beyond words. Into the dresser was etched "D+P always" and she felt tears come to her eyes. She noticed there was a pathway to their bathroom where she took in a large shower and seductive bath tub. Her heart raced at the many naughty things she planned on doing with her husband and she gripped his hand tightly.
Then her eyes fell to their gorgeous bed. She could tell he built it, it had his name all over it. In a deep cherry wood, the bed was crafted beautifully. The bed itself was his. He couldn't sleep without a temper pedic mattress and she was very much looking forward to the rest of her nights in that bed. The comforter was deep blue and a soft brown blanket laid upon the end.
"You like, Goddess?" he asked, taking in her many emotions. From happiness, joy and disbelief, her eyes twinkled with so many emotions, Derek couldn't keep up.
He stood in front of her and took her hand into his. "Pen.."
However, his words were cut short when she pulled him into a deep kiss and attacked him passionately. She couldn't get enough of his scent, his heart, his touch and just him. Her heart was soaring and she had to be with him. In every sense.
He was taken by surprise, however quickly responded to her quick and focused movements. He moaned as she slipped her hands under his shirt and she played with his torso. He lifted his arms above his head as she took it off and leaned her head down to mark him as hers. He moaned as he felt her work magic upon his body. He was never one to let a woman mark him, however he couldn't find it in himself to tell Penelope Garcia no. She was a force of nature and could not be stopped.
She had their first time planned differently in her mind. From the classic "The Notebook" passionate romp to the dirty "Crank" sex in public rendevous, to Kate and Sawyer hooking up in a cage on an island in Lost, to simply the two of them saying I love you, Penelope thought of the many ways she and her Hot Stuff would get it on. What she didn't expect was her forgetting the weight of her cast and twisting ready to fall. She didn't expect Derek's eyes to widen and pull her close to him to cradle their fall. She didn't expect to land on the muscled planes of his chest and him hit his head against their carpet, the mood suddenly crushed.
"Oh Derek," she moaned leaning into him.
"Baby Girl, there is a reason Doctor Ford gave you 5 more weeks of recovery."
"5 weeks!" she yelled looking down at him with bewildered eyes. "There is no way we are going to be sharing a home, a bed, a life together and not have sex for 5 weeks! Are you crazy, Adonis?" she asked.
Derek laughed and kissed her quickly. "Baby Girl, we have managed not to have sex for 6 years. Im sure we can wait five more weeks for you to be fully recovered, doctor approved."
"No," she huffed.
"Penelope," he whispered turning her head to meet his. "When we make love, I want us not to be worrying about casts, or stitches, or calls from the office. I want it to be you and me in our beautiful home enjoying the exploration of one another. Is that okay?" he asked.
She bit her lip down and tried not to chuckle, but failed miserably. His eyebrows raised and he touched her face. "Hey hey, I don't remember being a comedian. Care to tell me what's so funny, Princess?"
She met his eyes and her hands went to play with chest. "Well, my Prince, not only are we on the floor in a position that is not only killing you, but it extremely awkward looking so I don't tear stitches, but did you hear what you said? Make love to me?"
"Yes, and?" he asked.
"Hot Stuff, I guarantee you that if you told me we were going to make love, I would not only no longer be in the mood, but I'd probably get a heavy dose of the giggles."
"Seriously?" he asked, shocked by this sudden confession.
"Yes, my closet romantic. I may like my chick flicks, but I know better than to fall for the "make love to you" routine. Its been burned out of my romance meter and has been transfered to humor."
Derek laughed and leaned forward to his kiss her pouty lips. "Woman, kissing you, holding you, all I feel is love. How could it not be?" he said teasingly.
She started giggling as he pressed kisses to her neck. "Oh Derek, I want us to ride to the sunset together and consummate our love in the throes of passion! Can we, Derek? Can we?" she asked with laughter.
"Oh you asked for it, woman," he said lifting them up off the floor and resting her upon the bed. They simply enjoyed being together the first night in their home, a home that will be filled with memories.
"Well, Ms. Puckerman, it seems that you are fighting the venom well," Doctor Shepherd said looking at his patient's chart. "The swelling around all of your injuries is gone, however I am still nervous about your head. How is your vision since we last discussed it?" he asked.
"Okay, I just always need my glasses," Rebecca responded tiredly.
"That's understandable. Now, due to hospital overcrowding, we are going to need to transfer you to your own room on another floor. There, you will be able to have more visitors as long as they keep it quiet in the halls. If you continue to improve, we can release you no later than the end of the week. Now, is there going to be someone able to help you with rides for the next three weeks? With the medications you will be on, it won't be safe for you to be driving any vehicles."
Sighing, Rebecca looked at her doctor with sad eyes. "Doctor Shepherd, I am currently in a slew of auditions for many action academies on the west coast. I can't afford not being able to drive. Is there any way we can lessen the dosage?" she asked.
"Unless you want to be brought back here for brain swelling for infection, we can't alter your medications for another 10 days. If there is something urgent you need to be on the west coast for from days 11-21, I want you to have an immediate consultation with me so we can discuss your options. However, I don't understand why we are having this conversation. You are still going to be here for a couple days."
Rebecca sighed and rested her head back against her pillows. Jack smiled and said, "Cheer up, you will be out of here in no time and stealing the world away with your healthy smile."
"Not only her smile, but her captivating acting ability and feminine comfort. According to recent studies, viewers respond better to a woman who possesses nurturing aspects of herself on screen rather than being the stereotypical feminist that is often portrayed by Hollywood actors today. Research suggests that it is because the nurturing qualities are aspects the audience can relate to and associate within themselves."
"Ah, I see Doctor Spencer Reid has returned," Jack said signing off on Rebecca's check up forms. "How are the stitches?"
Spencer looked down at his arm and shrugged his shoulders. "No better than I expected. I hate knowing they are there."
"Well, its going to be a bad ass scar," Rebecca said tiredly from the bed.
"Hey, are you okay?" Spencer asked, moving to her side of the bed, pushing the hair off her face and gripping her hand tightly.
"Ms. Puckerman will inform you of the changes we have made to her medication plan. I will have Nurse Austin come in and check on you in a couple hours to increase your morphine."
"Thank you, Jack,' Rebecca said leaning her head back against the pillows.
As Doctor Shepherd left the room, Spencer gave her a tentative kiss upon her forehead. Rebecca smiled, knowing that this was the Spencer she had fallen for. The Spencer who was sensitive, nervous and afraid of breaking her. She was incredibly attracted to the wild man who was about to take her into a closet and have his way with her. She even wanted the man dressed in her brother's old college sweats. However, this man, this man captured her heart.
"Where are Rachel and Orlando?" he asked.
"I finally kicked her out of here for a few hours. She was missing her kids and they both needed rest. They are going to be leaving an a couple days and I know she doesn't want to leave, but they both have work."
Spencer nodded and touched her hand softly. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, once Rach leaves, I think my brother, Noah, is coming to drive me around. I think he is just happy that he can be out of school. He's so young, but oh so silly. I was the same way when I was his age."
"How so?" Spencer asked.
"I was wild, careless, free. Rachel was always so structured. I hated that. Orlando has loosened her a bit, if you can believe that. And her best friend, Hannah, really keeps her from going too crazy. However, I was the free spirit. I almost lost Rach."
Spencer looked down at her with confusion in his eyes as she continued. "It was raining. Apparently she and Orlando were fighting about her never ending control issues. He wanted to help her, she didn't see she needed his help. She was afraid of what he was saying to her and she ran. She was running to her truck and didn't see the car speeding toward her. Orlando called me panicked. Noah, Hannah and I waited with him. She only had a concussion through it all, but she also learned she was expecting. That moment changed all of us. Rach became less controlled and I cherished every moment I had with her. Still do."
Spencer wiped the tears from her eyes and she chuckled. "Noah tells me that Rach is driving him nuts. I told him thats the consequence of being the baby and he laughs."
Spencer studied the complicated woman in front of him and felt himself falling. He didn't know how it happened, but it was. He doubted that she knew what she was doing to him, but he couldn't seem to stop it. Before he knew it, he leaned down and took her lips into a kiss.
Rebecca's widened and she held him close to him. She tugged on his hair and smiled as he groaned from her movement. As he pressed quick kisses to her lips, he took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. "Beck..."
Shaking her head, she pressed a finger to his lips and shook her head. "Not yet," she whispered.
"But..."
"Spence, we have been through hell the past few days, you the past month. I don't want you saying those words as a product of these hellish days. I want it to be when we are walking through the old park, the sun is setting and we are joking about those silly existentialist jokes you always like to say. Wait for a moment you and I are going to look back on and always smile about, okay?"
Spencer nodded and gave her a quick kiss. They didn't notice JJ or Doctor Shepherd in the doorway, each with their own piece of news that might dampen this lighter moment.