A/N: Hello all! I decided to do something a little different this time around! Hope you enjoy!

When she came across the Ouija board in her attic, the first thing she'd done was cry.

It wasn't the game itself that brought out her emotions, but the memories of her parents that went along with it. Penelope could still remember her father reading the rules to her and her brothers, warning them that it could awaken the dead. "You must be careful with these," he had said in a serious voice. "It's a spirit board. You can make a connection if you aren't careful, and not all spirits are nice."

The five of them had listened solemnly and promised to be safe when playing. Penelope was only six at the time, and her parents had hoped seeing the alphabet on the board would help her learn to read.

It hadn't. About six months after her father's warning, weird things started happening in the Garcia household. Faucets would turn on and off, books would fly across the room, and even doors would slam shut. It was definitely freaky.

Eventually her father forbade them from playing with the board. Neither her nor her brothers complained or rebelled against his wishes, as they were a little afraid of what those boards were capable of.

In fact, Penelope hadn't seen or touched the game since. She hadn't even known it was stowed away with her other childhood things, awaiting her discovery.

She had debated throwing it out, remember her father's warning clear as anything. "Ouija scares a lot of people," he'd told her once. "Even those who seem not to be afraid of anything.

But, Penelope wondered, would it scare her beloved BAU team? She knew that Derek didn't scare easily from being out in the field so much, and Reid was just so logical that he could see right through most pranks and not get freaked out.

Which is why Penelope invited them over to her apartment the following evening. She wanted to see how her favorite duo from the FBI would handle playing Ouija.

She grinned when she opened her apartment door. "It's about time you got here," Penelope said flirtatiously. Then: "I see you come bearing gifts."

Derek held out a bag of twizzlers. "Of course Mama," he said. "I know your sugar tooth. Besides, it's great food for a game night."

"True, true," she said leading him inside. "I've got the entire evening planned out from here. You're gonna love it."

Derek looked around the apartment. She had about twenty candles lit and the lights dimmed. If he didn't know better, he would think she was trying to seduce him.

"Interesting" he said. "With this lighting, though, I get the feeling you're going to be feeding me those twizzlers, pouring some wine, seducing me…" he let his voice trail off seductively and watched as the tech fought down a blush.

Their flirty banter had definitely went up a level since they'd both called it quits with their significant others a few weeks ago. They both knew it was inevitable that they'd get together, but they liked taking it slow and letting the tension build up naturally. It was fun.

"I have a confession," Penelope said, wanting to calm the mood before it escalated anymore. They were in the living room now. "I invited Reid to come hang out with us tonight. I want to play this game with the both of you."

"Reid's coming?" Derek exclaimed in shock. He had been looking forward to a night alone with her. Then, embarrassed, he reworded his sentence. "Baby Girl, I mean no disrespect, but I don't think Reid likes the same board games that we do. He seems more of a cut and dry cards type."

"Who said we were playing cards?"

"What are we playing, Baby Girl?" Derek asked. "I can't stand the suspense anymore."

She reached behind the couch as she spoke. "I was cleaning my attic yesterday and found one of my father's old relics," she said, pulling out a ouija board. "I thought we could involve Reid in some supernatural searching tonight."

"Don't tell me you believe in those things," Derek said. "You can't communicate with the dead."

"You forget I was raised by hippies," Penelope said. "My brothers and I grew up playing with these. My dad was convinced it would help us learn the alphabet."

He raised an eyebrow. "Did it help?"

"No," she said. Before she could continue her story, the doorbell rang. "That must be Reid."

Penelope hopped up and opened the door, ushering Reid into the dimly lit apartment. "Welcome, welcome!" she sang out happily. "Who's ready for a night of the supernatural?"

Derek and Reid looked at each other helplessly then, neither fully understanding what they'd gotten themselves into. "I guess I am," Reid said in a confused voice.

A/N: Let me know what you think so far!