Note- this fic is set to the song Teenage Dream. That song is originally done by Katy Perry but there is a very sweet version of it by a male band called Boyce Avenue. There is a Morgan and Garcia mvid to this that uses half the song. To search for that at you tube you must put in 'Morgan Garcia Boyce Avenue'.

Be My Valentine

Morgan and Garcia

February 2011

God, he was so damn happy it was Valentine's Day and that they had caught a case. Things could not have worked out better if he had planned it himself.

It usually sucked to have to work on the holidays. It was one of the hazards of the job and he had gotten pretty used to it by now. The BAU team couldn't take the day off if there was a maniac unsub somewhere in the country that needed their immediate attention.

It still bothered him if he couldn't be in Chicago on Christmas or missed his mother's birthday party but one holiday that it didn't bother him to skip was Valentine's Day. Taking a woman out on that day made her think you wanted more than booty calls.

And he rarely thought of wanting more with any woman he hooked up with so it was best to just ignore Valentine's Day altogether to avoid messy situations and hurt feelings. But not this year.

This year Valentine's Day was finally Derek Morgan's to enjoy.

Strolling into the small room at the Chicago Police Station he smiled at Penelope as she was sitting with her back to him, at her computer. "Garcia, baby girl," he sang out "ain't it a beautiful day?"

"Hmpf!" she cried, spinning around in her chair. "For the minions of Satan perhaps who delight in us love lorn suckers who are lonely on this most romantic of days. But for me? Hmmm. Lets see. No boyfriend for the last six weeks and no Valentine sugar for Garci. No one to give my sweet honey treat too. Stuck in this- I love you but you know its true- tundra of a city in the middle of winter when its about twenty below outside and we're stuck in yet another snow storm so we can't go home now that we're done with the case. No, Derek, its not a beautiful day in my neighborhood." She let out an unhappy puff of air.

He had crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to her rant, taking it all in, and now a slow smile spread on his lips. He cupped her chin with his hand and wagged his head at her. "Well, then, aren't you a lucky girl because I just happen to have a proposition for you and your holiday honey."

Her eyes searched his. "Speak and be acknowledged."

He chuckled and moved back. "You and me, you sexy thing you, are going to get you all packed up and then we're gonna tell the rest of them that they can fend for themselves for dinner tonight because we have plans to hit this town for a little baby girl and her Hot Stuff time."

"Aw," she murmured, her eyes growing soft. "You are a true prince among mere mortal men but are you sure because I bet every restaurant will be booked solid tonight because of the holiday."

"You let me worry about that. I have my ways. You just worry about putting a smile on those pouting lips."

She stood up, moved very close to him, until her hands rested flat on his chest (making his heart rate speed up like he was a high school kid again) and then looked up and into his eyes. A smile formed on her red painted mouth. She kissed his cheek and whispered something in French.

He had no idea what she said but to his way of thinking it was This night will be all you want and more.

Derek helped Penelope pack up her office, while they both wore small smiles and teased each other about who was more lucky to get the spend this holiday with the other one. All day long he had been thinking about how great it was that Penelope happened to come along with them on this case, since it fell during this holiday, and how he needed to make the most of it.

And he sure planned to do that. This would be the one Valentine's Day he never had to look back on with regrets.

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Rossi had called in a favor and gotten them a booth at a cozy, dark Italian restaurant downtown. They stayed there late into the night, long after they had finished dinner and dessert, just cuddled together in the booth, drinking wine and chatting.

If this wasn't love then Derek didn't know what love could feel like. If she wasn't the one then he had no clue who the one could be or how he could feel better than this with some other woman. Penelope was all he needed, all he loved, all he adored, all he wanted.

She was heaven on earth to him.

(I think you're pretty, without any make up on..

I think you're funny, when you tell the punchline wrong.

I knew you got me, when you let your walls come down...down.

xxxxxxxxx

Before you met me

I was allright but things were kinda heavy.

You brought me to life.

Now every February you'll be my Valentine...Valentine)

In a sweet tone, while her hand caressed his cheek, she said "I do believe this is the uber nicest Valentine's dinner I've ever had."

In a deep, husky voice he answered "Well, Penelope, I'm glad. That was the idea."

She smiled happily at him. He could almost see in her eyes the way her heart soared when he said something loving to her. And that made his own heart soar in response.

"Maybe we should get out of here. I think they want to close down."

"Hey, hey, hey, woman, not so fast." He reached for the wine. "We need to finish this." He smiled at her as he poured. "One more glass, baby, okay?"

She perked up again. "Okay," she cooed out.

Moving very close to her lips he flirted "Thank you very, very much."

"Anytime you want to ply me with wine to lower my defenses feel free. Though I'll let you know a little secret." She paused for effect and then spoke in a stage whisper "Dropping your boxer's would work faster and better, fyi."

He chuckled as shivers coursed through him at the suggestion. "Behave."

(Lets just talk all through the night.

There's no need to rush.

We can dance until we die.

You and I will be young forever.)

She picked up her glass, her eyelids heavy as she gazed at him from under them, and then took a sip. "I have a good feeling this is gonna be the year."

He cleared his throat and straightened. His palms started to sweat. His voice was even deeper. "The year?"

Just getting those words out were an effort. He had plans...so many plans...but she always flipped his plans on their head and Derek didn't know if what she said next would be all he had been waiting for or crush his plans once more.

"Mmm-hmmm," she teased softly, sipping her red wine again.

He sat back in the booth, staring deep in her eyes, growing amused. "The year for what?"

"Everything good."

"Well that sounds good." A pause. "About time."

Just then a waiter came up and offered them more free dessert. They insisted they were full and about to leave but he insisted they take it. Penelope lifted the pastry and fed it to Derek.

"Happy Valentine's Day, handsome."

He swallowed his bite and stopped her from taking a bite herself. He fed it to her. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

She reached out and held his hand. Something in his chest that had been frozen in fear for most of his life broke open unexpectedly then and he finally felt that things were going to work out okay for him.

(My heart stops when you look at me.

Just one touch- now, baby, I believe

this is real.

So take a chance and don't ever look back.

Don't ever...

xxxxxxxxx

I'm gonna get your heart racing

if that's what you need

in this teenage dream tonight.

xxxxxxxxx

Let you rest your head on me

if that's what you need

in this teenage dream tonight, tonight, tonight.)

"Come on, baby girl, time to call it a night."

He saw just a little disappointment slip into her eyes but she fought past it and smiled sweetly at him. "A lovely night it was too."

"Yes, it was," he sang the words softly.

They stood and he slipped her coat on her. They walked toward the doors of the restaurant. Derek stopped there, in the deserted foyer area and gathered her in his arms.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she looked up and into his eyes. The sound she made was half questioning, half longing.

He smiled softly as her eyes held him prisoner, grounded him to the earth and her and his future. "I think we have unfinished business. What do you think?" His eyes searched hers.

A part of him knew she wanted more with him, a part of him was scared he was fooling himself and he knew he'd feel that way until she told a preacher she'd be Derek's for the rest of her life.

After a long moment she seemed to calm in his arms, her shaky breath steadying a bit and her shaking body pressing closer to his, "I think we need to write a proper end for this story."

"Oh, no, no, no, woman, that comes much, much later."

She smiled as her eyes filled with a happy lightness. "Okay so we'll leave the ending for some day long in the future...and tonight we'll just have what we both want most. How does that compromise sound to you?"

"What do you want most?" the question popped out, one he needed to hear the answer to aloud more than he had even realized till that moment.

"You," she said, simply. "Always you." A pause. "What do you want most, De-"

His lips slammed against hers, as he bent his knees and at the same time pulled her even more flush against him. Heat swirled through him and around them, surrounding them, as he kissed and kissed and kissed her until they heard a man clear his throat.

They reluctantly separated, feeling dazed, and looked over to see the maitre'd with a set of keys. "We really do need to lock up now. Happy Valentine's day to you, both. I can see you've really enjoyed it. Thank you for coming."

"Thank you!" Penelope chirped, flushed, happy and also looking a little loopy.

Derek led her from the restaurant with his arm around her waist. They shared more short kisses as they walked down the block and then through the parking lot.

Yes, he loved this holiday. And he wouldn't mind working it every year if Penelope came along on that case.

(You make me feel

like I'm living a teenage dream

the way you turn me on.

I can't sleep.

Lets run away and don't ever look back.

Don't ever look back) (Boyce Avenue)

THE END