Penelope woke to the absence of Luke and a sweet smell of pancakes. She quickly smoothed out her hair and brushed her teeth in the bathroom before wandering out into his kitchen. She found Luke with an apron on and a spatula in one hand, watching a youtube video with his phone propped up to a mixing bowl.

"Luke Alvez, are you wearing an apron?" Penelope giggled.

"I believe Matt got this for me for my birthday along with a 'cooking for dummies' book. Figured I should put it to good use. How do these look?" Luke gestured the spatula to the stack of only slightly crisp pancakes on a plate. Penelope smiled like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"You made me pancakes? You can't cook!" Penelope approached the pancakes. She inspected them, lifting one to check for any burnt pieces, checking to make sure they were done in the middle, and finally a taste test.

"So? How is it?" Luke grinned.

"Actually amazing. Good job." Penelope searched for the maple syrup while Luke placed a couple pancakes on a plate at the table.

Their breakfast was cut short by a message from Emily to re-group for some new information. Luke and Penelope rode into Quantico together and up the elevators. As soon as the pair walked into the conference room, Penelope could sense the shift in the air and the grim faces on the team.

"What happened?" Penelope looked between JJ and Tara.

"Another victim, but she looks like you." On the screen was a picture of a woman, blindfolded and tied to a chair with her throat sliced, and the team was right. She looked just like Penelope. She could practically be her twin.

"What.. what does this mean?" Penelope reached for Luke's hand.

"I think it's a taunt," JJ voiced. "I think they want us to know they're coming for you. I think we need to increase your security protocols. Who is talking to Voit today to see what else he knows about this unsub?"

"I.. I will," Penelope said as the rest of the team stared at her.

-Garvez-

"Absolutely not. Under no circumstances do you need to be in a room alone with Voit." Luke followed Penelope to her tech room.

"La, la, la. I cannot hear you." Penelope sat her laptop and coffee mug on the desk and booted up the extra monitors. "What makes you think I can't talk to him?"

"Well, I guess it's just not something you normally do. Interrogate the unsubs." Luke stumbled over his words. Clearly he was trying to avoid using certain language that might appear like he thought she was too weak.

"I can handle it," Penelope reaffirmed as she logged into her databases. "I've done it before."

"Voit is different," Luke stressed. "Just be careful. I worry about you. I know you can do this, you're capable just like the rest of us. I just freaked out at the thought of him harassing you."

"I know what I'm doing. I'm trained in this too, and before you ask, I have to do this alone. This is my information being spread around and I think I deserve to finally give him a piece of my mind." Penelope started searching more information on the unsub's identity.

-Garvez-

Penelope did not feel like she knew what she was doing. She had absolutely zero idea what she was going to open with and her hands were so sweaty when she would dry them on her light pink dress it would stain. The stain blended in with the drizzle of rain coming down outside the prison.

The guard that guided her in was a friend of Rossi's. In typical dad-Rossi fashion, he had called ahead to have them look out for Penelope. They gave her a gentle pat down, a scan of her FBI ID, and a visitor sticker. She stood and stared at the door at the end of the hall. The sound of a door buzzing startled her.

She had seen the cell on footage but it was a much different feeling in person. Mostly it was claustrophobic. Thankfully she didn't have to speak first.

"When they told me I would have a visitor today I'll admit, you weren't even on the list." Elias looked her over. "Here to continue Luke's interrogation?"

"I'm here to ask you," Penelope cut her sentence short and groaned while she rubbed her temples. "I don't even want to be here. You smell and your face makes me sick to my stomach, but you're unfortunately a resource that I need to utilize."

"Ouch. Has Luke ever told you how attractive you are when you're insulting someone?" Voit's little smile was getting on her nerves.

"Leave Luke out of this, and stop trying to say things to make me feel weird about him. Stop with the," Penelope made a swirling hand motion. "All the pot stirring."

"You clearly love him and he loves you. So what's the hold up on the Garvez situation?" Voit leaned against the bars of the cell and looked over Penelope.

"Garvez. First Tynelope, which I'll have you know is just an awful sounding ship name, but Garvez? Why not Lunelope or.. Or Puk- no scratch that. Alcia? I mean- ugh," Penelope glared at the man smirking before her. "I guess Garvez sounds the best. Stop trying to distract me."

"I'm just saying, you're getting awfully worked up about someone you're not in love with. When you get married, make sure you give me a shoutout. Can I be the best man?"

"In your dreams." Penelope rolled her eyes. "Now, what I came here for. What do you know about a user, who would know my past, and has homicidal tendencies and technical skills?"

"Luke already discussed your situation with me. I'll make it easy for you. I don't know the real name of the person I suspect is trying to get your attention, but I do have a handle name of one 'midnightking72' who said they idolized you until you became an "FBI Bitch," Voit used air quotes. "And something about ruining all his fun? Not sure what that was about but you seem the type to put a man in his place. Not a lot of the people I know do well with that. Seems like Luke is into it though."

Penelope was surprised at the words that came from her mouth, they were a whisper and she held the mic in her ear so it wouldn't be recorded.

"I will have you know - if you ever, ever, hurt him. I will personally see that you never see the light of day again, in whatever context that may be." Penelope swallowed hard. "And thank you for the information."

"The pleasure is mine. Give Luke my - most not threatening - regards." Penelope turned to leave. "And Penelope? Do your research carefully. You wouldn't want to arrest another man for a crime he didn't commit."

Penelope didn't give Elias the satisfaction of a response. The door closed behind her with a thud.

-Garvez-

"You threatened him? Off mic?" Luke raised his voice. It was just the two of them in the tech room. "What if he does get out and decides to go after you?"

"There's already someone after me." Penelope's hand shook as she typed. "Midnightking72."

"Unsub with an obsession for you. Midnight King versus Black Queen. How long has this creep been around? Keeping tabs on you?" Luke shook his head in disgust.

"I honestly don't want to know, but I do know that I want to get very very drunk and eat mochi ice cream."

Luke and Penelope made a brief store run that included three bottles of wine and a box of frozen mochi ice cream. The first bottle was immediately opened upon arrival to his apartment and two glasses poured, and two more glasses were poured. Then a second bottle was opened and a third. The conversation was declining as fast as the wine until they both sipped in silence.

"Now this is the stuff," Penelope mumbled with a little moan escaping her lips. She was wine-drunk and hazy.

"I would love to hear you make that sound again," Luke said in a low tone. Penelope felt ice through her veins.

"Maybe you can," she whispered. It only took moments for their wine-tasting lips to collide. Luke's hands roamed down her sides and twisted in the folds of her dress.

He lifted her to the kitchen counters with her dress hiking up above her knees. Luke pressed hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Her legs tightened around his back begging to get their bodies as close as possible. Her nails dug into his back as she arched, a soft whine audible between heavy breaths.

Luke's hand traveled along her legs. His mouth made quick work of her collarbone leaving a little bruise and she moaned beneath him. Suddenly Luke pulled away. Penelope whined at the cold air against her skin from his absence.

"I'm sorry Pen, but we're both drunk and I can't take advantage of you like that," Luke said hoarsely.

"I.. I understand. That's probably a good idea. You're right, we're drunk and stressed out." Penelope's heart sank deep in her chest. Logically, she knew consent was out the window as they were both intoxicated and she was a firm believer that you can't properly consent while under the influence. At the same time, every inch of her felt like it was on fire with the only relief being him. She didn't want it to end.

"We should get ready for bed." Luke washed the wine bottles and cups as Penelope treated herself to a cold shower.