AN: I love you all so much. All the support you give me is so amazing and it humbles me.
Penelope paced back and forth in her cabin room as she tried to wrap her head around the fact she was now stuck somewhere with a person she hated. After escaping into her room, she cleaned up the mess she had made looking for the hard drive. Now there was nothing for her to do. With her phone still showing no service, she knew it was a lost cause to even try the satellite TV. Instead she continued to pace. What else could she do? Go out into the living room and hang with Morgan? Over her dead body!
She made her way to the window. The storm had really set in. She knew it was sometime in the afternoon, but the storm clouds had made it look almost as if it were night outside.
Great!
That was the absolute last thing she needed. At least the cabin still had power. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the bedroom door, just as her stomach grumbled. She had skipped breakfast. Her plan was to grab something once they had gotten to the station. However, that was shot to hell the second she realized the hard drive was missing.
Glancing around the hallway, she saw no sign of Morgan. Good!
She made her way to the kitchen and started to raid the cabinets. Hotch had informed the officer that owned the cabin, they would be spending most of their time at the station and not to bother stocking any groceries, other than coffee. The officer, took that to heart. All she could find were two cans of coffee, and a box of Mac & Cheese. At least there was something.
She found a pot and start to boil the water.
Looking around, she saw no sign of Morgan anywhere. She assumed he must have gone back into his room.
I wonder what he is up to? She thought, then quickly dismissed it. She didn't care what he was up to.
The water started to boil so she added the noodles. She moved back to the fridge and pulled out some milk. Thankfully, Rossi refused to use cream in his coffee and requested a fresh gallon of milk.
"What to do? What to do?" she said as she turned back to the stove. Until the storm let up and they had service on their phones they were completely stuck.
The window in the Kitchen caught her eye. She made her way over to it and watch the show fall.
This was going to be a long night, but at least Morgan had decided to stay out of sight.
"What're you making?"
Penelope screamed as she turned to the sound of the voice, as she clutched her chest. "Don't sneak up on people!" she snapped, trying to catch her breath. God, could he be more annoying?
"I didn't sneak up on you," he answered. "I even stubbed my toe on the couch coming through the living room. How did you not hear me swear?"
She looked past him into the living room. She was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't hear anything. "Well, I didn't hear you."
"That's not my problem, Garcia."
She glared at him, but he held up his hands in surrender. "Wait," he started. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I'm sorry I startled you. I think we are both on edge being in this situation."
She examined him looking for any sign of a lie in his words, but found none. "You're probably right," she said. She walked over to the pot, picked up the wooden soon she had found, a stirred the pasta. "All I could find was Mac & Cheese. When it finished cooking I was going to bring you a bowl."
He cocked his eyebrow, as a smile spread across his face. "Would you really have?"
She shrugged and then heard her own self laugh. "Probably not. But, I would have left you some in the pot."
He moved closer to the stove. "That's very generous of you."
"Ehh, what can I say? I'm a generous person."
With that they both stood there in silence as Penelope continued with the food. What else could she say to him? This was the first time they had ever been in a room together and they were not fighting.
Derek moved to the fridge and looked inside. "No butter?" he asked.
She turned to him. "No, or I would have taken it out with the milk."
"That sucks, hopefully, it will taste good with just the milk in it."
"That's all we have so even if it doesn't taste good, you're shit out of luck," she sneered. Couldn't he just be happy she had found something for them to eat?
"Hey, no need to be snarky. I was just asking a question," he said closing the fridge and making his way back to the stove.
"Yeah, well it was a dumb question," she replied.
She heard him take a deep breath before moving to the cabinet to the left of the stove. That's where he pulled out a strainer. He walked it over to the sink and then moved back to the stove to retrieve the pot. "Morgan, I am capable of straining pasta on my own."
"I didn't say you couldn't," he said, moving her out of the way while the noodles drained.
"I'm not helpless."
"Again, I never said anything of the sort."
"Whatever." She moved behind him and grabbed the milk. Derek placed the noodles back in the pot and moved it to the store where Penelope added the milk and cheese. She stirred the mixture together while Derek grabbed two bowls and spoons from another cabinet. Once the Mac & Cheese was done, she spooned out equal portions.
"You should probably put some of the back," he said.
She looked at him ready to spit fire. Was he telling her she needed to eat less?
"Whoa," he said. "I mean we don't know when we can get ahold of the team. This is all we have. We might need to make it last."
"Oh," she said. "No, you're right."
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They both took their food into the living room where they sat in silence as they ate. Derek looked out the window and winced. It was really getting bad out there. He quickly glanced around the room. They were not equipped the withstand being snowed in for days. There was no food, no reserve of water, and he had no idea where any other flashlights were. All he had where the ones he always carried with him.
Before he came out to investigate what the noise was in the kitchen he was lucky enough to find a small box that had the word supplies on the side. No flashlights, but there were a few old candles and matches.
He looked at Penelope. She kept glancing around the room and then back at him. He would give anything to know what she was thinking at that exact moment. The look on her face was so intriguing. He decided to take a chance. Might as well do something to break up the time. Talking to Garcia was better than just sitting there in silence. "What's up?" he said.
She looked up from her food, her eyebrow cocked. "Uhh, what?"
He sat back in her seat. "What's up?" he said, again.
"Okay," she said. "I'll bite. I'm just, you know sitting here in a blackout snowstorm, with you."
He chuckled. "No, I already know that. I mean tell me something."
"Like what?" she asked.
"I don't know." He looked at her, maybe this was the fresh start they needed. Well, they would never be friends but they could at least be better towards each other. Who knew? Maybe if he put on the charm and joked with her, the tension in the room would disappear. "Like tell me who you're dating or if you are dating. Is he any good in bed?" he asked trying to lighten the mood.
She dropped her spoon into her bowl and stared at him. Her expression was dark as she narrowed her eyes, her lips pursed and her nostrils flared. "What did you just ask me?"
He tried to laugh it off. "You know, just shooting the shit with you."
"Shooting the shit? And you think that is asking me who I am sleeping with?"
He placed his bowl on the coffee table. "Well when you put it like that…"
"You are so unbelievable. I was so right about you. You are a freaking P. I. G!" She jumped to her feet.
Derek followed her movements. "Now wait a minute, Garcia, I didn't mean it like that. I was just jok-"
"I don't care how you think you meant it. You are nothing but a vile, low- life, disgusting pig. Grow the frack up, Morgan." She turned to move down the hall.
"No, you wait, I was just joking," he said grabbing onto her arm to hold her back.
"Don't touch me!" she said, pulling her arm from his grasp. "Never touch me!"
"Whoa, calm the hell down!"
"I will not calm down!" she said. She ran from him and down the hall. He winced when he heard her door slam.
What the hell?
Jesus, she was a piece of work. It really was a joke. There was nothing meant by it, but yet here she was doing exactly what she did best. Freaking out and the losing her shit. He rolled his eyes. This is exactly why he couldn't stand her.
He made his way to his room after taking his and Penelope's bowls into the kitchen. He spent the next few hours working out.
After cleaning up, he moved out of the bathroom and looked outside. It was pitch black. Shaking his head, he moved to his cloths and donned his boxers.
"Might as well try catch up on some sleep," he said, as he moved to the bed. He crawled under the sheets just as he heard a loud pop.
Everything went black.
Then he heard an earth-shattering scream come from Penelope's room.
AN: Anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter. I'm really pushing past my anger with the show to try and write more. Also, sorry about my rant. Did you like this chapter?