No Getting Over You

Morgan and Garcia

Early July 2008

He came home smelling like sex. Exhausted in more than his body, but also his mind and spirit. As he stripped down and then got in bed, too wiped out to bother with a shower to wash the scent of her and their screwing off him, he let out a weary sigh. Putting his hands behind his head he thought of the woman who accidently got a nickname four years back and slowly became everything to him.

Tonight Derek wasn't with Penelope though. He'd never been with Penelope in that way and lately he was starting to think that he never would be. Tonight was spent with another woman in a string of women who were all beautiful, all thin, all easy to bed and easy to forget. All not her. In every way the women he had slept with over the last few years were lacking.

Back before he met Penelope he didn't compare each of his sex partners to anyone. Now he compared them all to a desperately sexy blonde with curves to put all other women to shame, a laugh that he felt rattle his own chest and bring out his own hearty laugh, and smile so bright it could light up any dark room. When he met a new woman he still did smile, he still flirted and he even hoped she would be the one that made him focus completely on her and forget- for a moment at least- that his best friend was who he loved most.

But each woman failed to pass the test they didn't even know they were taking. Each one lost his interest quicker than the last one till it was all he could do to even care anymore about hooking up. There would always be women though who chased after him. So even if he stopped looking he would still have offers to get laid.

And he would take some of them. Why not? Penelope loved him as a friend only. Just like he had loved her for so long. Except somewhere between a crazy arguement on the phone and a song JJ sang in the bullpen Derek had fallen in love with Penelope. He just didn't know how to tell her.

Didn't matter now. It was too late to say a word unless he wanted to mess up her life and make her cry over the choice she had to make. Make her pick Derek or Kevin. Even if she picked Derek she would come to him feeling guilty, angry he waited to tell her, and bitter that their start was like this when it didn't have to be.

No, telling her as long as she had Kevin was not an option.

So he just lay in bed, smelling of sex, and thinking that sex really wouldn't be great for him again until Penelope was the one who's smell clung to his body. If that day ever came.

(Another shot of whiskey.

Can't stop staring at the door.

Wishing you'd come sweeping in

the way you did before.

-x-x-x

And I wonder if I ever

cross your mind?

For me it happens all the time.) (Need You Now by Lady Antebellum)

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

Very Late May 2010

Two years later and its Penelope who is laying in bed, smelling like her mango scented body wash, aching to feel Derek's hands on her body. She's taken a two hour bath, drinking wine and reading a romance novel the whole time, and now she is drunk, horny, sad, teary, miserable and confused.

She had broken up with Kevin nearly two weeks ago after coming home from Alaska. He asked if Derek was the reason and she lied. Because she couldn't bring herself to admit that yes, it was mainly about Derek. Though not completely. There were things about Kevin that Penelope didn't like enough to live with for the rest of her life, even though she liked him pretty well otherwise. But really the thing that broke them up was that case in Alaska. She finds it so weird to think about how it all changed on a dime.

She called Kevin from Alaska. And when they spoke they were still good, in love, and their future was intact. Then all hell broke loose. She saw a murder. Watched a man take his last breath. And suddenly her world tilted.

Derek got her through. He held her hand, stroked her face, said soothing words, held her at night (even when Kevin thought Derek was sleeping on the floor) and all around Derek showed her that he was the man she needed most. He showed her what a good partner he would be if she let him.

When she went home Kevin tried to kiss her but she couldn't respond back. A few days went by and she was sure she was over Alaska. She had Kevin over for a candle lit dinner of his favorite foods. He went to kiss her and she was stiff in his arms. Soon she was crying and saying "I can't. I'm sorry. Its...I think its over."

That day she thought of running to Derek but it didn't seem right to do that to Kevin. So she waited. And her nerve disappeared. Who was she kidding? She didn't really have the guts to tell Derek she had fallen in love with him.

So she told him that her and Kevin were through, thinking maybe, just maybe he would grin and say "Finally, baby girl. I've been waiting," but he didn't. He looked worried and concerned for her.

Tonight she was aching for him. She wanted him to run his hands all over her, say his soothing words and whisper "I've fallen in love right back, angel. You're all I want in a woman. I'll be here with you for the rest of my life."

But he wasn't there. She was all alone in her bed again, like she was so many nights before Kevin came into her life, and she was wondering if she'd ever find the words to tell Derek he was who she wanted most now.

If she didn't then would she find a way to kiss another man again without her body revolting because it wasn't Derek's soft touch against her? She didn't know.

Right now it seemed unfathomable that she's let another man touch her body. She'd been with nine guys in her life. Number ten should be Derek and there should be no eleven.

She reached for the phone.

(It's a quarter after one

I'm all alone and I need you now.

-x-x-x

Said I wouldn't call

but I lost all control

and I need you now.

-x-x-x

And I don't know how to do without

I really need you now.)

XXXXXXXXXX

He was in a bar in Chicago, hanging out with a bunch of old friends, during Memorial Day weekend when the call came. He could barely hear an obviously drunk Penelope as she said "Hot Stuff, I just want you to know one thing...and it's a very important thing...the most important thing ever...but don't feel like you gotta say it back cause you don't gotta, Hot Stuff, its just that I gotta say it, Hot Stuff...Derek...you're so hot...no, that's not right. I didn't call to say that."

He put a finger in his ear. "Baby girl, I'm gonna have to call you back. Give me a minute to go outside, okay? You're breaking up and its so loud in here?...Baby, did you hear me? I'll call you back."

"No! Wait! I have to...say this...Derek, I'm madly in love with you and I just wanted you to know that and I wish you were here right now making sweet, sweet love to me."

Derek looked at the phone like it had grown two heads. His heart started to pound. His mind raced. Did he just hear that right? Did it count if she was drunk? Would she feel that way tomorrow still?

It had been two years and he had gone through so many changing emotions since realizing he loved her. Now she was fresh off a break up and in an emotionally rough place. He knew she needed time heal and so did he. He needed time to make himself believe again he had half a shot left to win back her heart.

So he hadn't planned to even think about making a move for a few months. He was laying back and seeing how things went. But her words tonight changed all that. He felt like jumping for joy.

Putting the phone back to his ear he started to hurry out of the bar "Penelope," he said in a voice that was deep and full of emotions, catching a little as he felt his skin prickle and the slightest trace of tears come to his eyes, even though he was happy as hell. "If I was home I'd love to be with you tonight. Every night, girl! I'm so in love with you."

There was silence on the other end of the line. He looked at the phone. He had lost the call. Derek called her back quickly. Now that he was outside he could hear himself think. A huge smile was on his face as he waited for her to pick up. The call went to voicemail. So did the next four. Derek just kept calling and finally he got a sniffling Penelope on the phone.

"Yeah." Sniffle. Sniffle.

"Baby, don't cry. Why are you crying?"

"I know I said...you don't have to say it back...but I was just saying that...but I wanted you to say it back...but you can't because its not how you feel and I'm drunk and I can never face you again! I'm moving to Timbuktu. I'm leaving the grid. Don't look for your tech kitten because she will be where all humiliated and rejected women go."

She was so drunk but he found it adorable. He wished he could be there with her to hold her and promise forever face to face. "Sweetheart, the call got dropped, that's all. You listen to me, hard head, I am in love with you. In love with. I want to be with you. I want everything, Penelope! Are you hearing me? Don't make me spank you, girl!"

"You can't spank me from Chicago."

"I'm on my way home. I will leave on the first flight I can get in the morning. So rest up because your man is coming home and he wants some Hot Stuff loving. Does that work for you, baby girl?"

"Don't tease me."

"Penelope! I love you! And when you're sober I am gonna say it again, to your face, and make you believe me. You are the most hard headed woman but you're my woman and that is for every day till I die. So I pray you love me like that cause that's how I love you."

"I love you like that, handsome!"

He laughed happily. "Thank God!"

For a long time they spoke sweetly to each other and sexily as they celebrated their love long into the night.

THE END

Inspired by Some Things Are Meant to Be. Song by Natalia. Mvid by SaraVanWijck.