"Garcie, please tell me you are not meeting that man!"

"I don't have a choice, JJ!"

"You always have a choice."

"Sam says, that if I don't meet him he'll tell Derek everything!"

"Then you tell Derek yourself before Sam has a chance…"

"He's got pictures!"

"Pictures?"

"Yes, and a video…of us…together…you know…"

"Great. That still doesn't change the fact that you need to tell Derek before Sam does."

"I know, I know. Why did I ever think that I could have a life with Derek? Derek Morgan, women like me don't get guys like Derek Morgan!"

"Garcia…Derek loves you! Why do you still doubt that he could love you?"

"I don't know, I just keep thinking that one day I'll wake up and all of this…our life together will have all been a dream. Well it looks like today is that day."

"Don't say that. Trust Derek and his love for you! Tell him the truth!"

"And what's the truth? I'm married to Sam and I don't remember?"

"It's a start."

"You two troublemakers talking about me?"

JJ and Penelope turned toward the door startled by the sudden appearance of the handsome super-agent, Derek Morgan. The guilty looks on their faces confirmed that he had indeed been the subject of their conversation and so the smile broadened across his face.

"Busted." JJ muttered as she moved toward the door.

Derek quickly stepped inside and moved to Penelope planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Hey Baby Girl, have you been behaving while I was gone?"

"Of-of course…always."

Derek noticed something off in her voice.

"Hey are you okay?"

"Uh…"

JJ's phone rang followed by Derek's and Penelope and in unison, they all sang,

"We have a case."

Jake's Steakhouse – Evening

Sam glanced at his watch as Penelope followed the hostess to his table. Smiling confidently, he waited for his bride to get comfortable. After the hostess had handed Penelope a menu and walked away Sam placed a warm hand under the table plopping it firmly on her knee. He felt her stiffen it was a reminder that he had work to do to get her comfortable under his touch.

"You're late."

"Sorry, we got a case and I had to…"

"You know how I feel about tardiness, Penelope."

"Yes, I know."

"I love this place it's so elegant so much better than those low-class deli's you and your friends frequent."

"You know I don't eat red meat."

"I'm sure there's a salad on the menu. Besides, you could afford to lose a few pounds."

"Derek likes my, pounds!"

"So do I, so do I. More cushion for the pushin', right?"

Sam chuckled as his hand found its way further up her leg.

"Sam, please don't. We're in public."

"I can't wait to get you home tonight. I'm going to make up for lost time."

"Are you crazy? Don't think that because I agreed to meet you that anything has changed."

"Now, now don't make a scene, darling."

Sam's hand became a vice around her thigh as he clamped down digging his nails into her skin. She jumped in pain fighting back a scream and her tears. He had a terrible temper she'd found out the hard way during the times they'd dated. That was definitely one thing that she remembered about him. She'd kept that fact from Derek and now she wondered how she'd hide the bruise that Sam's hand would surely leave on her body.

"You're hurting me."

"I'm going to do more than hurt you, Penelope, I promise."

"I don't know how you managed it but as soon as I find out what you did to get me to marry you, I'm getting my life back!"

"Relax, just relax. The sooner you get used to the fact that this is your life then we'll both be happy."

"May I take your order?"

"Yes."

Sam looked up into the eager eyes of the brunette standing at their table.

"I'll have the twelve-ounce porterhouse."

"And you Madame?"

"She'll have a small dinner salad and the steam vegetables…cutting back, if you know what I mean."

The woman nodded uncomfortably as Penelope's face turned a deep shade of crimson as she handed the menu to the woman.

"Thank you, I'll have your food out in a jiffy."

"How dare you!" Penelope huffed.

"Don't worry, Baby Girl, I'll work it off you!"

The Jet –

"You've been awfully quiet since the briefing, is everything okay?"

Rossi took the seat across from Derek waiting for his stepson to open his eyes. Removing his headphones, Derek took a deep breath.

"I don't know Dave. I think something's bothering Penelope."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. She seemed upset when Reid and I got back from lunch."

"Did you talk to her?"

"I tried but then we got this case. Maybe I'm reading too much into it."

"Maybe."

"You think she may be having second thoughts, Dave? I mean a woman like Garcia can do a whole lot better than me."

"Come on now, Kitten loves you. You two have been dancing around each other for years. It's time."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, yeah I do."

Blair Pharmaceuticals –

Stan couldn't help but stare at the picture on Sam's desk. Placing the files on the desk he once again picked up the frame lightly fingering the picture in disbelief. He remembered meeting the woman and he wondered how Sam had managed to get her attention. It was even stranger to think that Sam would keep the fact that he had married the woman a secret. He'd known Sam since college and he had never been the ladies' choice so bagging someone like Penelope would have sent him to the roof yelling and screaming to the world that he'd finally become a winner.

"What are you doing here, Stan?"

Stan set the picture back and quickly turned to meet the older man's questioning eyes.

"Dr. Evans, I thought you'd left already."

"Well, I had some tests I wanted to finish up. Besides Marge is in Ontario visiting her folks and I hate going home to an empty house."

"Yeah I know what you mean."

"So, what are you doing in Sam's office?"

"Oh, just delivering these files he'd requested earlier, that's all."

"So, who's that?"

"What?"

"In the picture. Mighty pretty."

"Yeah way too pretty for Sam."

"I'd have to agree."

"This is Sam's wife."

"You don't say?"

"Yup. He says they've been keeping it low key."

"Bull! Sam Colter? Keeping her a secret, not a chance."

"Yup, a big pile of steaming bull. Something's not quite right."

"I still think he's behind the drugs missing from my lab."

"I asked him about the samples just like you asked me too."

"Let me guess, he hasn't seen them."

"You got it."

"I'd bet my entire grant that he has my samples and he's behind the missing Scopolamine too."

"Unless you can prove it, your neck is still on the chopping block."

"Oh, I'll prove it if it's the last thing I do."

Without another word both men quietly left the office closing the door behind them.