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This story was written as a request of sorts from SunnyInOregon, (check her stories out by the way, they are awesome). Also, thank you Ren Kayashima (whose stories are awesome too, check her stories out), for suggesting the name, O'Malley's, when I was unsure what to name the bar that the team will frequent in this story.

Chapter Two

She had lost her mind.

She was dancing, which was something that she often did not do.

She was having fun while dancing when normally it was awkward and boring. She hated it, but at this moment, she loved it. In one instance, she would be bumping and grinding, but the next he would twirl her around, dip her, and they would shimmy before the dance cycle would repeat.

The rumors were true.

Dave Rossi knew how to treat a woman.

Penelope blushed as she thought about all the different sorts of rumors that she had heard about him. She tried to push away those thoughts, but every time she felt him touch her whether it is only her fingers to twirl her or when they were flush against each other, especially when they were flush against each other, she found it harder to hide her arousal from him. She knew that he knew what he was doing to her. After all, his reputation within the Bureau as the most well-known Lothario was not based upon lies or myths. Yet as much as the rumors claimed he was a scoundrel, she believed him to be a gentlemen above all. She knew it to be a paradox, but she thought that she was safe from him if she could ignore the fact that she knew that he knew that he had aroused her.

Dave Rossi was treating her like an empress and she loved it. Instead of acknowledging what she wanted to she giggled as his dance moves became more outrageous, suggestive, and fun. She rolled her eyes and found herself meeting whatever he threw her way.

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Derek Morgan had needed to unwind to after the long gruelling case that they had just closed. He had wanted to go home, order take out, order a movie, and fall asleep as they watched it. After all, depending on whether they were on a case, that was their Friday night ritual, but tonight that had changed. Rossi had issued an open invitation to the team to go out for drinks. This was not at all odd, because after rather hard cases, Rossi often did so. However, what was odd was that his Baby Girl had been the first one to accept it. Likewise, he wanting to spend time with her had readily agreed. After he had accepted, Reid had offered to be the designated driver. Hotch had turned the offer down in favor of spending more time with his almost six year old son.

This is why he was not where he wanted to be, but sadly where he was. He was at O'Malley's dancing with a beautiful, but strange woman who was not his Baby Girl. Although, he did not feel like it, he grinned at the woman that he was dancing with. It was not her fault that she was not his Baby Girl even though she wanted to by the end of the night. He made sure that she felt comfortable, desired, and safe, yet he did not want her. He wanted his Baby Girl to be the woman that he danced with, but she claimed not to be good at it, which made her not want to dance.

He inwardly snorted at her thing about perfection, if she was not good at it, then she did not do it. He had tried to explain to her if she would just get out there and do it then she would get better at it, and eventually she would prefect it. And what did she do, when he told her this? She started her crusade to dance with Reid…Reid, but not him, never him. He was already tired and cranky, but if he continued his line of thinking then he would be unbearable and that was not right to the woman that he was currently dancing with or the next or the one after that. He wanted to go home, but as he had three beers he would not be leaving until the kid did, and he would not leave until Rossi left, which meant that the four of them could likely be stuck there until the early hours of morning.

The young brown-haired woman that he was dancing with laughed and motioned over to where she wanted him to look at, what she had claimed to be a pathetic drunken couple.

He froze. Although, he had stopped all movement, the woman continued to dance against him suggestively.

A jolt of trepidation shook him.

She had pointed to a couple that he knew were not drunk.

To a couple that he knew were not a couple.

The pair of dancers were getting down out raunchy with some of the dance moves.

Derek's dance partner had pointed at Penelope Garcia, his Baby Girl, who was dancing seductively against an obviously horny Dave Rossi.

Derek stood immobile as he watched her pause her movements and whisper something into Dave's ear.

Derek's nostrils flared, his fists and jaws clenched, and his upper lip snarled at the audacity of the older man. They met eye contact. Derek glowered at him as Dave quirked an eyebrow and smirked. Derek watched Penelope step back from Dave. Just when Derek felt a flash of reprieve, he watched her drag Dave across of the dance floor and toward an exit, and the anger and jealous reared its ugly head.

He strode away from the woman who had been dancing against him, by doing so had almost made the poor woman fall on her ass, but luckily she caught her balance on an unsuspecting stranger. In the mind frame he currently was attending, he would not have cared if she had fallen, the only coherent thought that had crossed his mind was that his Baby Girl was leaving with the King of One Night Stands.

"Hell. Mother. Fucking. No." Derek exclaimed loudly and hatefully as he followed the pair toward the exit.

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Chapter Three Sneak Peek:

"Baby Girl," Derek growled as he held a card between his forefinger and middle finger. "He had better be talking about your damn bird's," He accentuated loudly. "Nest, and not your fucking nest of treasures."

Penelope looked at him in utter confusion. He was pissed, she knew from his body posture and language, but she did not know what had angered him. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. After coming up with no answer to the reason, she opened her mouth to ask him, but he prevented her from speaking, because he extended his arm and brought the card he held between two fingers almost up to her nose. She crossed her eyes as the card was entirely too close to be read. She pushed her head back in order to read it. Her mouth fell open at what the card suggested had happened the night before.

Kitten,

Thank you. I am honored that you permitted me into your quaint tight nest.

Yours,

Dave