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"Mi casa o su casa, guapo?" (my house or your house, handsome)? Garcia asks as they headed to the parking lot.

"You speak Spanish too?"

She grabs his hand and says, "If this was Pew Wee Playhouse the word of the day would be SURPRISE". She pushes her glasses down like a librarian. "Let use it in a sentence shall we "Garcia is full of surprises."

"Yes you are." They stop equidistant between their cars and he says, "Come to my house Clooney misses you." He puts his pointer finger underneath her chin and leans in for a kiss. He smells of velvety cedar, she misses that smell. His lips brush hers. She steps back. "Nuh-Uh, we are at work"

She releases his hand and heads to her car. "Baby, you shouldn't be driving" he called. "I'm not, I'm grabbing my go bag from my car."

He headed to the car rubbing his head. She looked so beautiful tonight. She wasn't as he remembered, though. Her breast seemed bigger and her face smaller… well she was smaller but still curvy. Her hair was blonder, she got rid of the pink streaks, and her bangs were always in her eyes. She just seemed more everything, y'know brighter, funnier, sexier, - at this moment, if this is what coming home to her felt like – he was addicted.

Derek's House

She walks into his house and was greeted by Clooney.

"Howdy George? My feet are killing me." She tells the dog as she slips off her shoes and put them on top of his bookcase in the foyer. "You're not going to chew up this pair, Clooney"

Derek tosses his keys on the table and turns on the lights. He turned to see her leaning on the wall in the foyer taking off her shoes. It took everything in him not undress her right there. Be cool he told himself… we have all night.

"Drink?" he asked her. "Water, please" she replied.

"So when did you start taking classes, baby girl?" He asked as he opened up a beer.

"What's that?" she said as she walked over to him? "You're such a beer connoisseur." She took the bottle from his hand to look at it. She was so close to him, her hair smelled like it always did -jasmine and oranges, with a hit of sweat. He shifted his weight to create distance between then.

"Trust me you won't like it. It's very hoppy." Derek said.

She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a sip. He watched her mouth intently, after the sip was done she licked her lips and said, "You were right," She says as she passes him back the beer and she drinks her glass of water.

She shrugged her shoulders and inched over to him, closing the distance he created. "I started the classes a few weeks ago. It's so much fun and it helps me unwind."

She looked up at him and brushed her bangs out of her face as she rose to her tippy toes and kissed him gently and slow. She nibbled on his bottom lip and deepened the kiss. She started a trail of little kisses on his face. First his eyes, then his cheek, then his neck, and back to his mouth. He pulled up off her tank top and began to kiss her right shoulder. Derek she moaned.

The made love on the kitchen floor.

Next Morning

She woke up in Morgan's arms. She turned around to look at his face to see if he was really sleeping and he was. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers over his face like a blind person. As a kid, she used to do this to her parents so their face would be imprinted in her mind just in case she ever went blind. She feels kinda silly doing it now, but he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful lying there.

"What are you dreaming about?" she asked him in a whisper.

"You, crazy lady" he whispered back to her.

"I knew you were awake"

"Really? How is that possible when I've been awake for 30 minutes—I was trying to let you sleep in"

"How late is it?" she asked

"Ah" she moaned "never mind, I don't want to know." She turned to him "Can we just stay in bed all day?"

"We could" he replied, "We definitely, could but I don't think you would be happy."

"It would be divine," she said as she stroked his chest.

"Divine" he said as he started to get on top of her "Torture" he added as he began to tickle her.

"Stop" she screamed with laughter "stop" he kept on tickling her until she was out of breath.

They made love again

She grabbed a dress from her go bag and threw it on. It was too loose. This was one of her favorite dresses. How much would it cost for a tailor to take in all of her dresses, she thought. She had been the same dress size for like a decade. Now her curves were melting away. She grabbed a brand new dress from her bag. It was a mod inspired purple shift dress with green geometric shapes on it in. This dress fits perfectly – she couldn't believe she was a size 10/12. One thing she did like about her weight loss was that her stomach was smaller. When she was in her early twenties her breast were big enough to make her stomach not poke out and this was the effect she was seeing today.

"D, do you have a hair dryer?" she called through the house

"Come on princess—why would I have a hairdryer."

"I don't – I just thought D'hôtel de Hot Stuff would have essentials for women callers"

"Sorry P, no women callers, and no dryers"

She put her hair into a lose twist so it could air dry and headed down stairs. Clooney was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs wagging his tail vigorously.

"I think someone wants a walk."

"I took him for a walk when you were in the shower."

"Clooney, is the bacon monster coming to visit… the bacon monster… argh, argh (she tried to bark)" she took a piece of bacon from the plate and shared it with him.

"Do you need help?"

"Nope "he replied with a kiss "just grab a seat"

She grabbed a seat at the end of the island and watched him make breakfast. The toast popped from the toaster and he placed them on the saucer. "Perfect timing, western scramble is ready" He placed the eggs on their plates, in one spinning motion and then returned the pan back on stove, while he grabbing the juice from the opposite counter.

"Dig In", Derek said.

"This is good, Handsome—what 's in it?

"A chef never reveals his secrets."

"My dad used to make something like this when I was a kid—but he put in jalapenos and spinach. He was really into food." She laughed thinking about her father. "My mom couldn't cook a lick. He was so into cooking that we had a bookcase filled with cookbooks in our kitchen. He found cooking relaxing"

"Well, I've mastered breakfast—other meals require me to call my mom for assistance" he chuckled. "Once I was helping my sister make my mom a birthday cake, when I was home from college, and all I have to say is it ended with the fire department coming to our house. My sister loves telling that story."

Clooney was whimpering by her feet. Last piece, honey she said as she patted his head.

"So what do you have planned to do today? Penelope asks, "I think I may head out?"

"Eating and running, Baby Girl?"

"Well, not exactly but, I need to buy a few dress for work or find a tailor to take in a couple." Her loose twist fell out as she knelt by Clooney. "I was thinking of heading to a few of the boutiques by the furniture store. And then I have to get a new pair of dancing shoes"

"Ok, Ok." Derek said rolling his eyes, "I'll bite."

"What?" She said getting off knee and walking towards him

"What's the deal with you and Miguel, Ms. Penelope Garcia?"

"He's my dance partner" she smiled and her eyes lit up "Jealous?"

"Humph," he said taking a bite of his toast.

She lifted his face and said "I think, I see the green eyed monster… maybe it's clouding your judgment profiler?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's gay, SSA Derek Morgan… Is Gina gay too?

"She is most definitely not gay, but we are only friends." He said tapping her nose.

"Friends like you and I or Friends like you and Reid?" She said looking down at her red toes.

"Oh, we're friends? I thought we were more than that," he teased.

She looked up at him, "I guess we are doll face."

She kissed him and said, "I guess I should go shopping."

"Why do you hate relationships so much?" he asked

"I don't hate them…" she said shifting her weight to the opposite foot "I admire them and people who can make it work. I just "she shrugs "I'm a once bitten, twice shy kinda girl and my heart doesn't reside where it should—I guess."

"Where is your heart in California?" he asked quietly and uncertain.

As soon as the question left his lips he wished he never asked. Her eyes flashed with pain before transcending to sadness. He'd never seen her eyes so sad before. He wondered what she was thinking about – or should he ask who.

"Sorry for pushing" he said rubbing her shoulder "tell me whenever you are ready."

She shook her head, "The past is the past - there is no story to tell."

"Give me 15 minutes and Clooney and I will come with you… dress shopping. If you promise him a twirl in the park"

"Deal" she said.

She hadn't thought about California or him in such a long time. Maybe her heart was actually mending. That thought brought a smile to her lips.