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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 Three

Penelope Garcia awoke with a slight aversion to the bright lights that accompanied the ringing in her ears, a pounding headache, and many body aches.

Lord have mercy on her hacking soul, what had she done last night? She had pains in areas that had never hurt before.

It felt as if she had had a marathon of mind-blowing sex in several different positions that required much flexibility, however when in reality she was sore from all the dancing that she had done with Rossi, no, Dave. She must remember to call him Dave. He had jokingly ordered and strongly suggested for her to call him Dave.

She smiled as she remembered how much fun she had last night and the interesting stories that he had told her about a younger Strauss. Some of the stories she did not believe, but he had been charmingly hilarious as he had told them. She sighed as she remembered how each time he smiled, grinned, or laughed his dimples would show. She had to reel in her arousal and tamper it down several times. She shook her head in disbelief that she had actually been aroused by his dimples.

She gingerly pushed back the purple comforter and cautiously got out of bed, because she knew that if she hurt while laying down, then she would surely be in excruciating pain when she stood and started to walk. She was correct. A stinging, burning, and irritating pain was felt in her feet, calves, inner thighs, buttocks, and lower back.

Lord have mercy, if she hurt this much after a night of dancing with Ros-Dave, then lord help her when she spent a night in bed with him.

Woah!

Woah!

Woah!

Stop.

Pump the brakes.

She cringed when she thought of that analogy. It reminded her of Derek and she did not want to think about him this morning let alone a moment after she thought about wanting to be intimate with Ros-Dave. She was thoroughly pissed off Derek for the shenanigan he had pulled last night. He had the gall to be all over a young woman who Penelope had suspected be closer to young than that of woman. After he had been all up on the young'un and several before her, he had the gall to try to stop her from leaving the Pub, because he had wanted to spend time with her.

When she had made a snarling comment about his choice of dance partners, he accused her of being jealous, which pissed her off even more than she already had been. She was jealous, but she did not want him to know that. Her jealousy was the reason why she had asked Rossi for them to leave. To leave to get away from the atrocious scene of watching the man she loved dance with every woman in the club, but her. She had mentioned the fact that he had not asked her to dance and after that, he had lost what little control over his temper.

She swiped several tears away as she remembered that he had implied that she was a whore. No, he never would call her that out right, but he had accused her of using Rossi and his reputation as a way to get even with him for not asking her to dance. He then asked her why he should continue to ask her to dance when she repeatedly refused him. She had bit her lip and had stayed silent due to worry that she would have confessed her undying love for him if she had spoken.

Now in her bathroom, she turned the shower on to the temperature she preferred. As she started to undress for her shower, Penelope smiled as she fondly remembered that Dave had replied for her. "Morgan, you know she would do absolutely anything for you and if you really wanted her to dance with you, you should have worked harder at asking, because she would have given in."

She stepped out of her panties and into the shower. She shook her head as if trying to clear her head. She grabbed her bright blue pouf, squirted pink colored body wash on it, and began to bathe herself. When a jet of warm water hit her lower back and she moaned in relief. She turned around and adjusted the temperature to be a tad bit hotter. She moaned again and a wry smile crossed her plump lips. She needed to get laid. She was moaning in ecstasy over hot soothing water. She desperately needed to get off, not only because she had not had sex in close to a year, but because of last night. It had been fun, but unsatisfying, as she had gotten all hot and bothered, but the end result had been a lingering kiss on the cheek that left her wanting more than what she had before he had kissed her good night.

While she was bathing, she got a naughty idea.

She placed the pouf in its designated place within the shower.

She nibbled her lip as if having second thoughts.

She sighed, because in the reality of her life, right now, it would be the only way for her to get off. It would not be the first time in her life and most likely would not be the last that she had had to do it.

*.*

An hour and a half after her second shower of the day, Penelope Garcia arrived at the entrance of the bullpen just as Dave had. She blushed scarlet when she seen him. She swallowed, blinked, and opened her mouth to say good morning, but firmly clamped her mouth shut as she remembered the sentence that had last left her lips with his name on it.

Dave winked at her as he opened the door of the entrance of the bullpen. He grinned as he made a motion with his hand for her to enter the door. She smiled ruefully as she entered the bullpen. She walked past Derek's empty desk and wondered where he was. Spencer looked up from the case file report he had been typing on his computer.

"Good morning, Garcia." Reid greeted, tentatively smiled as if he had not seen her leave the Pub with Rossi and had not listened as he drove a drunken ass Morgan home while he had bitched and griped about "the Old Italian" corrupting "his damn it, his Baby Girl."

Penelope replied brightly. "Good morning, my darling genius. Where's my overprotective ass of a bestie at?"

"Morgan?" Spencer asked before he revealed nonchalant. "He's in your office waiting on you."

Last night was rather eventful and Reid hoped that it would not carry over to this morning. However, when he saw the grin that Rossi had made when he looked toward the closed door of Penelope's office, and when he heard Rossi start to whistle and walked delighted to his office, Reid knew then that he had hoped in vain. That last night's eventfulness had followed them and that perhaps this morning may have drama that was more eventful. Reid shook his head before he went back to work on the case file report.

Penelope refrained from making her normal cup of coffee and went straight to her office. She opened her office door to find Derek sitting in her desk chair with his feet firmly placed upon the ground. His hands clasped in his lap with a piece of paper sticking out from in between a couple of his fingers. A beautiful vase of her favorite flowers sat behind his right shoulder on her desk. She smiled thinking that it was cute of him to buy her flowers to apologize, but she would not forgive and forget. She deserved better than what he had done to her, but she was still his best friend and he hers so she would try to eventually forgive him.

"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 now 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

She blushed redder than she had when she met Dave at the entrance of the bullpen. There was no way for him to know what she had done in her own home, but she then reread the note, and rolled her eyes. She knew that Dave was talking about her asking him into her apartment for coffee and only coffee. Each of the previous times that either Dave had visited her apartment was because he had forced himself in or he had been on Bureau time. Neither incident had her complete blessing, but last night she had asked him to visit. He had accepted. They had talked for a little over an hour, one of the stories that he had told about Strauss, was that a young agent had said that she was tight, and Strauss misunderstood that the young agent had meant cool instead of the snug. In addition, before he had left, he had made a comment about how quaint and nice her bubble outside of the BAU was. She opened her mouth to begin telling Derek the hilarious story about Strauss, but was prevented from doing so, because Derek abruptly stood up making the rolling desk chair fly across the room.

Derek misinterpreted her blush and the note to mean that she had had a one-night stand with Rossi.

"Garcia," Derek barked hatefully as if her name were a swear word. She winced at her surname. "What the hell were you thinking?" He paused for a second only before he continued. "You weren't fucking thinking. You were more worried about getting laid than your own best friend, who might I add had plans with you last night. I cannot believe that you would throw our friendship away for a damn roll in the hay. How long did it take him to get it up? You were smart enough to use a condom, right? Or did that like our plans and friendship slip your mind? How could you do that to me?"

She had stood there listening to all that he had to say. Just when she had thought she had forgiven him, he goes and hurts her again with accusing her of not caring about him or his friendship. Ha, she cared too damn much that was the problem.

He bit his tongue, clenched his jaw, and blinked. His voice crackled with emotion as a few tears fell from the side tip of his eyes. His nose flared and one nostril started slowly to run. He harshly whispered. "How could you sleep with him knowing that I love you? When did you turn into a God Damn slut?"

As she slapped him hard, her hand made a loud cracking noise against his jaw. Her hand stung.

He gasped in surprise that she had hit him. His eyes turned into slits. "Hit me one more damn time, Penelope, and see what the hell happens."

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