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Morgan's POV for this one…thanks for the reviews, favorites, and follows so far, guys! I hope you like this one, too.

After Penelope sauntered off to continue waitressing, Derek couldn't stop glaring. Some customers even avoided him and went straight to Emily because the look on his face was as dour and unforgiving as a thundercloud. The few that did end up coming to him would hurriedly throw bills down and snatch their drinks away to rush off.

A tapping on the microphone sounded, causing his head to snap up and away from Penelope as she flitted from table to table, her short skirt swishing around her thighs. At the microphone was Spencer Reid, and he was standing awkwardly in front of the karaoke machine.

"Uh, hello there," he said, waving once. "So, uh, you all know how this goes. I'm running the song selection, just let me know what you want to do, and I'll put it on if we have it. So…first come, first serve. Just no fighting for it, or you'll get bounced." He gulped and nodded. "Trust me, it's happened before."

The already crowded bar began to teem with people all grappling for the mic. One of them made a jump for the mic, but before he could get his hands on it, a woman grabbed it with a wicked grin on her face. "Ladies first, boys!" she sang out. Whipping her head in Reid's direction, she winked. "Put on Bad Romance, cutie."

Reid nodded and raised up his thumb. The karaoke track for the Lady Gaga song started blaring through the bar, and the girl singing, who was teetering on her feet already, wasn't sounding half bad. Despite her drunkenness, she was holding it together.

"Hey, buddy! Get me a beer and an order of those wings I hear so much about," a body builder of a man said, pounding one of his large fists on the bar top. His face was set in a gruff glare as he demanded his drink and food.

"Coming up, man," Derek said, getting a beer mug from behind him. As he was pouring the beer, Penelope entered his peripheral vision. Smirking, he hollered out for her. "Garcia! Yo, get your ass over here!"

Her head snapped up from taking drink orders, and she flashed him a middle finger, eliciting a cheeky smile from him in return. She returned to scribbling down an order before flashing her table a sparkly grin. The Lady Gaga song was getting to the middle as Penelope turned away from the group she was getting orders from. She'd pulled her honey-colored hair up into a high ponytail that bounced as she walked towards the bar, and her brow furrowed as she moved through the crowd.

Pursing her lips, Penelope leaned against the bar beside the customer. "What do you want?" she asked, her tone snippy and sharp on the ears. However, there was a twinkle in her eyes, telling him she was still playing their game.

"This guy wants some of Hotch's wings," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the body builder. "Be a doll, and get the order to our music lover." He tilted his head in the direction of the kitchen window. Hotch was bobbing his head to his music as steam was rising up from the grill. He was oblivious to everything else going on around him.

Penelope looked to her side at the man beside her and winked. "Sure thing," she said. She patted his massive shoulder. "Coming right up, sweetheart." Her eyes met Derek's again, and they flashed with a challenge. He stared at her as she sauntered off to the kitchen window to get Hotch's attention.

"She's got a nice ass on her," the customer whistled, watching the swinging of Penelope's skirt as she walked away. "Must be fun working with that every night."

Derek gritted his teeth and slid the beer across the bar. "Say another word about her, and I break your fucking nose," he growled before holding his hand out for the money. He didn't care the man he was threatening was twice his size; no one talked about Penelope like that when he was around. If they talked about her where he could hear or dared lay a hand on her, they would answer to him, one way or another.

"Cool it, tiger," the other man boomed with laughter. He studied Morgan's steel expression carefully and snorted, an amused smirk covering his face. "Damn. You've got it bad." Leaning in closer, he held up his left hand, and a gold band was illuminated in the blue light from behind the bar. Morgan glared at him anyway, and the man chuckled before slapping a twenty into his hand. "Keep the change. Buy her something nice."

The woman singing Lady Gaga was retrieved by her friends before she could trip over her own feet, and a (so far) sober man was getting up to dedicate a song to his fiancé. Penelope was carrying a tray away from the kitchen window where she was thanking Hotch with a thumbs up that he merely nodded to. Derek tried to watch her again as she crossed the floor, but customers dragged his attention away.

As he was pouring whiskey into a tumbler for someone, Emily shouted to him above all the noise. "You know, staring at her and not asking her out isn't going to do anything to help," she said, turning her face away to smile at a customer who was handing her money.

His head snapped in Emily's direction. "Huh?" He feigned not being able to hear her.

"Cut the bullshit," she hollered. "You know what I'm talking about." She arched a bold brow.

"Yeah? Well, why don't you cut the bullshit and tell him how you feel?" was Derek's snappy retort as he pointed in Hotch's direction. He grinned at Emily's mortified expression and moved to slide the whiskey over to the customer who had ordered it. Before he could turn to Emily again to antagonize her about Hotch, another customer approached the bar. It was a tall, lean woman with almond shaped eyes and dark skin, and she was smiling at him, her pearly teeth glimmering in the dimly lit bar.

"Hi," she called over the music.

He nodded to her, but before he leaned forward, he located Penelope coming towards the bar once more. A bullseye was painted on her chest that he alone could see, and he was getting ready to sink his teeth into her, literally and figuratively. Allowing a smile to slither onto his face, he leaned onto his elbows and met the other girl's eyes. "What can I get you?" he asked, eyes flicking upward to find Penelope's.

It was payback time.

Flashing the girl at the bar his most million dollar grin, he waited expectantly for her answer. Thinking it was her he was interested in, and not the waitress standing behind her, the girl smiled. "Dry martini," she said.

Winking, he grabbed a shaker. "Coming right up," he said. As he was mixing the drink, his eyes flashed upwards to Penelope. She'd chosen to take her orders to Emily at that moment, and her face was set in a sour expression. Her eyes narrowed, and he smirked. Turning back to his customer, he asked, "What's your name?" He started shaking the mixer.

"Savannah," she replied, her eyes coasting up his torso and arms. "And you are?"

He grinned. "Derek," he responded. He finished shaking the drink and opened the shaker to pour it into a glass. Sliding the glass over, he watched as she took an appreciative sip. She reached into her bag to fish out money, but he held up his hand to stop her. "Ah, ah! On the house. It's the least I could do for a gorgeous woman like you."

He was curious about how well he was doing at enraging Penelope. Based on the venomous expression on her face as her eyes trailed over Savannah as she stared at Derek hungrily, he was doing pretty well. Savannah was a pretty woman, but that wasn't what mattered to Derek. His eyes were all for Penelope.

"Well, thanks for the drink," she said, lips quirking into a smile. "I might be back for another one soon." Then she walked away through the crowd.

Penelope was lifting her tray onto her shoulder to take an order of Hotch's wings and several beers out, her lip caught between her teeth in concentration. She paid no attention to Derek as she walked away to her tables.

When she was gone, Derek continued serving drinks, forgetting all about Savannah while he served other customers. The song was changed once more, this time a duo singing Elton John. He moved next to Emily to get another bottle of Jack Daniels. As he reached for a glass, he noticed her giving him a funny look.

"What?" he snorted. "You've been giving me looks all night."

"Because you're one of the more ridiculous human beings on the planet," she responded. A woman shouted an order for two bottles of beer, and Emily leaned down to the fridge to grab them. She snapped the tops off with ease and handed them over before glancing back at Derek. "You wanna know why I say that?"

He rolled his eyes. "I get the feeling I'm gonna hear even if I don't want to," he responded, thick sarcasm coating his voice. Once Emily's mind was set on something, it was done. She would say it, whether people wanted to hear it or not.

"You bet your ass I'm telling you even if you don't want to hear," she laughed. "You come in here every night, and you play the googley-eye game with Penelope, but neither of you ever does anything about it. Both of you act like you're not interested, but you're both….eye-fucking each other from across the room! It drives me crazy."

That made Derek smirk. They were doing a whole lot more than that.

Emily popped the top off of a bottle and slid it to a waiting customer. Lips twitching into a smile, she added to Derek, "I swear to you, every time I see you, it looks like you are — in your own weird way — head over your heels in love with her."

Snorting, Derek shook his head. "I don't do head over heels love," he joked. "My relationships last from the time the girl enters my room, to when she leaves my bed."

"That'll end when she enters your bedroom," Emily said, pointing an unopened bottle of beer in Penelope's direction.

Ignoring her last comment, he grumbled, "If anyone is gonna be lecturing on being head over in heels is love with someone, it shouldn't be you. How long have you been into our master chef over there?"

The moment he mentioned Hotch, Emily shut down and glared at him. Derek just laughed.

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After an hour of karaoke singing by both drunk and sober customers, the bar was getting less busy. But even though he was less busy now that pitchers of beer were served to everyone, Derek was feeling more and more antsy. Penelope had been flitting around from customer to customer, and for the majority of her orders she'd gone to Emily to have them filled out. The most Derek got out of her was a flirtatious smile or a narrowed eye when he would get chatty with other girls.

He was craving more.

"Em, I'm taking a break," Derek called, heading around to the other side of the bar. "Take care of the orders."

"I get any tips they give," she warned, raising her brows at him.

Tips were the last thing on Derek's mind right then. He gave her a thumbs up, and moved through the people. He could hardly believe his luck when he saw the table Penelope was at. Grinning devilishly, Derek started for her direction and stepped up behind her. His fingers brushed subtly against the bottom of her skirt. A shiver raced through her, and she turned around, a look of bemused surprise on her face.

Excitement poured out of her eyes, unbridled and fiery hot. He could come undone with one look in her direction if he wasn't careful. Forcing himself to look away, he smirked to himself at the next thing he was about to do. She was already looking ready for fun, but he wanted to take things further.

"Ladies," he said in greeting, leaning against the back of one of the empty chairs. He nodded to the group of three women, glancing at Penelope from the corner of his eye.

"Oh, how convenient," Penelope chirped, touching his shoulder with the tips of her nails. "I was just about to bring these orders to you, but since you're here…"

Derek held his hands up. "Nope, I'm on break," he said smugly. Finding the girl across the table he had come to find, he prayed he would get her name right. If he got it wrong, the whole act would crumble. "I came to ask Sarah if she wanted to dance." He flashed a pearly grin at her, hoping to dazzle her into accepting.

An smile spread easily across her face like bare feet gliding on ice, however it could see the annoyance glistening in her eyes. Apparently, she thought her name was unforgettable. "It's Savannah," she flared.

Grimacing, he nodded his head in apology. "The music's loud in here," he called over the din of karaoke music. "I guess I didn't hear you right." Offering a hand, he grinned. "Let me make it up to you by showing you my moves."

He could smell the jealousy coming of Penelope before he ever saw her face. When Savannah took his hand and they started for the crowd of people dancing, he caught sight of Penelope's expression. Her mouth was agape in shock. Abruptly, she clamped it shut and glared at him. Instead of amusement now, her eyes were full of incensed fury. Derek led his dance partner away from the table, feeling rather entertained merely by the thought of Penelope's expression. Just the thought of it lit his blood on fire.

Wordlessly, Derek put his arms around Savannah's waist and began moving their hips to the music. Savannah sidled her arms around his torso, hands snaking up his shoulder blades. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine his arms were around the lush, jasmine-scented woman he couldn't escape. Eventually, he realized no amount of dancing with this woman would be the same as the one he desired.

Shifting both of them, he positioned their bodies so he had a view of Penelope. His eyes snapped open, and he expected her to be standing there with anger and envy written over her face. She was gone though, and he almost stopped mid-dance. His eyes scanned the throngs of people for her. A group was singing at the karaoke machine while bar-goers drank, ate, and danced. At the bar stood Hotch and Emily, both of them looking like they were having an awkward conversation. But no Penelope, yet.

Only after a few moments of searching and missteps in his dancing did he find her again…in the arms of another man.

He stopped without warning, causing Savannah to trip as well. A volcano of anger erupted inside him, pouring through his body as he watched her pull the other man's arms around her from behind. He recognized her partner as Mick Rawson, a regular at Bella Erin's who was friends with Emily. Rawson, a notorious ladies man and bachelor, seemed more than a little ecstatic at grinding and swaying with Penelope.

"Your moves always this shitty?" Savannah yelled jokingly.

Gaining his focus once more, Derek swayed them closer to Rawson and Penelope where she could get a clear view of his dancing. His hands drifted down to grasp Savannah's ass, and he looked up from Savannah's neck to meet Penelope's furious eyes. Her gaze burned into him like wildfire, and it caused her to do something that truly lit his blood into a frenzied and uncontrollable blaze: she took both of Rawson's hands and slid them upwards to cup her breasts.

And then she flashed him a challenging smirk, not even focusing on her dance partner.

He could swear she mouthed him a Take that! but in the dim light of the bar it was hard to tell. All he knew was she was taunting him, and he wanted Mick Rawson knocked the fuck out.

When the song they were dancing to was done, Derek glanced at his watch. Jerking his thumb in the direction of the bar, he leaned closer to Savannah and said, "My break's over. Why don't you come over and get a drink?" He grinned. "Another on the house."

Following him, Savannah entangled their fingers. The gesture surprised the hell out of Derek because he'd never held another woman's hand. Well, save for Penelope when they were having sex in the bathroom. It happened a lot when she wanted him to hold her arms above her head.

When they reached the bar, Derek went around the to the back and started another martini. Hotch had returned to the kitchen, leaving Emily drinking shots with customers. However, she seemed to have only half her energy in it. It made Derek wondered what happened with them that caused her to look so downcast and like her picnic had been rained out.

"Ice-T!" Penelope came up to the bar with a glare on her face. "Get me two Cosmos," she ordered. Her voice was sharper than knives as it cut through the new karaoke song. "Chop, chop with it."

Derek wasn't surprised at all with her behavior. His arms and hands had just been traveling over another woman's body. Both of their dances with other people was going to pay off much later. Currently though, he was going to have to deal with her rage.

"Um, excuse me," Savannah snapped at Penelope, tilting her head towards the waitress. "Who do you think you are to talk to him like that?"

Penelope smirked at her. "Oh, honey," she purred, "you have no idea who I am."

That made a cheeky grin burst across Derek's face. Boy, oh boy did Savannah have no idea.

Savannah's face soured, but she said nothing more. Clearly, Penelope's tone had knocked her down a few pegs. However, she remained planted in her seat, even after Penelope was gone to serve others. Derek continued making drinks, all the while chatting with Savannah. Every time Penelope returned, her expression was furious. Of course, he couldn't control himself either; she was engaging in spicy flirting whenever she was in view of Derek.

Around one in the morning, Derek's jealousy was beginning to get the better of him, and it threatened to boil over when Penelope appeared at the bar, Mick Rawson in tow, flirting shamelessly with him.

"Handsome, you've got to see it to believe it," she said. "If you saw how gorgeous the lace was, you'd fall in love with me right away.

Rawson laughed and rested his hand on the small of her back, his hand dangerously close to her ass. Derek wanted to kick his ass right out of the bar so hard it would bruise. Plus, he was the only one she called "Handsome." Now she'd given it to a customer who'd she'd never given the time of day.

"Morgan, get me some Oberon in a pitcher," she commanded. "I've got a table that wants one, and they want it now."

"Comin' up, sweetheart," Derek snapped with a scowl. He filled the pitcher up and handed it to her, the tips of their fingers brushing as the transferred the beer from one of them to the other. Shocks tickled his insides, and yet again he was pissed at Rawson.

She smirked as he handed the full pitcher to her. "Why, thank you cupcake," she chirped with sarcasm lacing her voice. As she meandered off into the crowd with Rawson tailing behind her, a devious plot was forming into Derek's mind. Savannah had started speaking once more, bitching about Penelope's behavior. Her words didn't reach his ears.

Finally, after devising exactly how his plan would work, he looked at Savannah and grinned wickedly. "Hold that thought," he interrupted. "I'm gonna do something."

Before she could say anything in protest, Derek motioned to Emily to hold down the fort before bounding off like an excited puppy toward the karaoke machine.

Next one is Emily's POV! I'd love a review if you have a moment :)