AN: Whoa! Wow, the amount of support for this type of story blew my mind. Like I said, I had always wanted to write a story like this and this whole outline was done already…. Although, this chapter did not go according to the outline, but I like it nonetheless.

Let me know if you are still down for a "hate you" story.

-PolHop

This was not how Derek wanted to spend the rest of his day. Nothing could be worse than being stranded because of a snow storm with Garcia. He watched as she paced in front of him mumbling about how unfair this was, and how she didn't deserve to be stuck anywhere with him.

That got his attention.

What the hell was her problem? It wasn't like he planned this. Leave it up to her to think the world revolved around her and this was solely his fault they were stuck together.

"Of all people." He heard her say. That was his breaking point. "This isn't exactly a picnic for me, Garcia. I'd rather be stuck here with anyone other than you," he snapped responding to her childish rant. A rant that she had taken upon herself to declare he was the one at fault for their unfortunate circumstance.

She glared at him, her nostrils flaring, as he eyes narrowed. "I just bet you would want to be here with anyone else. I'm sure if you take out your phone you have a list of at least fifty girls that would brave this storm just to be locked in here with you." She angrily placed her hand on her hip.

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but in reality, he was done with this. No matter what he did, Garcia always found fault with him. Since day one, he was never on her good side. At first he tried to make her like him, but it all became far too exhausting. In the end, he gave up. Just like he was doing right now. "You know what, Garcia, I think you're right." He pulled out his phone and started going through the contacts. "Tina." He growled deep in his throat. "She can suck the skin right off of you. Candy- she sure as hell tasted like candy. Monique- oh, now she had a little Domme in her. Before I knew it, I was the one tied to the bed." He continued to scroll. "Can't forget Destiney- with her legs spread-"

"You're such a fuckin' pig," Penelope spat interrupting him, looking completely disgusted. She physically cringed at all of his conquests.

"I'm just doing what you suggested, Garcia. If you can't take it, get out," he replied rather smugly.

"You're such an idiot," she remarked. "First off, you can't call anyone, there is no service right now, jackass."

"Oh, but who said I was going to call them," he said. "Just remembering them will be enough to do the trick."

"You are absolutely disgusting." She turned away from him, making her way to the cabins kitchen. Derek not wanting this debate to end followed right behind her. "I don't think you believe that," he said. "I think you dream about how good I am in bed. That's the reason you're always so pissy. You know no man will ever measure up to me and what you know I'm capable of. Problem is, sweetheart: I'd never been so desperate to ever touch you."

She wasn't sure if it was the severity of the situation they were in regarding the storm, or if she had truly lost her mind, but his words stung. Actually, it was worse than just a sting. Those words were downright painful. Never in all the years she had known him and they had sparred had he ever said anything along those lines. Why did it hurt? So, what if she wasn't like his normal bimbo, stick thin, dates? She was downright awesome. She was fun and beautiful. Screw him! "You know what your problem is?" she asked, moving closer to him.

"Please enlighten me."

"You think you are God's gift to woman, but in reality, you are nothing. You're a typical jock jerk. Believe me when I tell you this now, Derek Morgan. I will, and I repeat myself, I will never in a million years, ever let someone like you anywhere near me." She was now standing right in front of him. Her heels making her eye level, which was exactly what she wanted. She poked him in the chest. "You're pathetic. You're forty-two years old and have nothing other than a career to show for it. No family. At forty-two most people would have already settled down, had a kid or two, but you no… and do you want to know why I think that is?" she asked before continuing. "You're a coward."

"You don't know anything," he spat grabbing her finger from his chest. Stepping back, he was no longer in her personal space.

"Oh," she said, a smirk washing across her face. "But I do know you. I know exactly the type of person you are. I have first hand knowledge –" she cut herself off realizing she had said too much. She took a step back from him, and took a deep breath. "We're done," she said as she turned and made her way down the hallway.

Derek watched as she turned on her heel and b-lined it down the hall to her room. Normally he would have jumped all over an opportunity like this. Who was she to jump down his throat about how he was. He was pretty sure, she was up there in age with no family to show for it herself. But something inside of him stopped him from doing that. Instead he stared at the empty hallway that Garcia had just vacated. Taking his own deep breath, he wiped his hand over his face. This was going to be a long night. He looked out the window as the snow fell in droves. At least he hoped it would only last for one night.

AN: So much fighting. Are we still liking this type of story? My muse is kinda getting into it now, but you never know with her. Sometimes she just jumps ship.