AN: So I guess I lied… I do have another new story. ~sigh~ I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I can't. No worries my readers. I have updates ready to go for, Regrets, Should've Been Mine, Misconceptions, Stringless, and I am working on It Happened One Summer and the sequel to Stringless (so many stories). My muse has lost her mind. I own nothing...

Enjoy.

Garcia looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:30 in the afternoon. She was glad Hotch decided to let the team leave early for the weekend. She had so much she needed to get done and she was not thankful for the extra time. She started shutting down her computers and packing everything up to head home.

"Baby Girl, you're comin' with, right?" Her chocolate hunk of a best friend asked as he made his way into her office.

"No can do, Angelfish." She beamed at him; he was such a good-looking male specimen. She could stare at this eye candy all day.

Morgan moved into her office perching himself on the table, giving her a cocked eyebrow, "Why is it that you can never come out with us? At five, if we aren't on a case you hightail it out of here, you cheatin' on me?" he asked, his eyes dancing with joy as he joked with her.

"Now, Handsome, if you were really mine, do you think I would be stupid enough to cheat on…" she pointed her finger up and down his form, "… that body?"

He laughed as he moved off of the table, "Come on, as my best friend, you owe it to me to come hang out with us. Think about it as a work activity. You would still be at work until at least five. So come out for a couple of hours. Have a drink or two. I'll even drive you home." He tried to coax her.

She gave him a slight chuckle; "I bet you would love to drive me home."

"Actually, I would. Seeing as whenever we hang out it's always at my house. After three years I still don't even know where you live, Sweetness." He pouted at her.

"But if I told you where I live, you'd never wanna be anywhere else, my statuesque god of thunder." She cooed.

"Please," he pleaded with her, "just for a little while."

She looked down at her phone to see the time again. She really had until seven before she needed to get home tonight, and she never got to hang out with her own team of superheroes. She wished she did have more time for them.

She decided she might as well take a chance, "Sure, Hot Stuff. I'll come out with you all, but I can't stay late I have something I need to do."

"Why are you so elusive, Baby girl?" He grabbed her hand pulling her into a hug, "One of these days you're gonna have to tell me all your secrets."

"If I told you, then I would have to kill you." She laughed at the oldest joke in the book.

"I'm willing to chance it." He said, kissing the top of her head.

"PG! You keep looking down at your phone like your waiting for a call. Live a little. Relax!" Emily said trying to take Garcia's phone from her.

"I just need to make sure I can hear it," she grumbled moving the phone away from Emily's grabby hands. Maybe this was why she avoided going out with the team. She wasn't a fan of drunken people.

"Put the phone on loud and take a drink!" Emily's eyes danced as she looked at her friend pushing yet another drink in front of her. Everyone was glad Garcia went out with them. It was something she never did.

Garcia looked down at the four drinks in front of her. When she made it to the bar, the team was so excited to see her; they all ended up buying her a drink. Thing was, she hadn't touched any of them.

"Drink up, Garcia." Morgan said, in a no nonsense tone, "I already told you. I'm driving you home."

"You don't need to, Morgan. I'm perfectly fine to get home on my own." She said narrowing her eyes at him.

"Just drink up,"

Penelope looked down at her phone; it now read 6:58 pm. She had to leave, no if's and's or but's about it. She moved to get up when Morgan grabbed her arm, "I'll take you home. After all, you did have a couple of drinks."

"It's no big deal. I'm fine." She replied.

"Yeah, but I had one beer when we got here. You've had two drinks. Don't argue. I can have Reid help me tomorrow. We'll bring by your car, so you don't need to worry." Morgan said, grabbing his jacket and keys.

She knew there was no way he was going to let her leave by herself he was so persistent sometimes. Maybe, if she acted really tired he'd get the hint to just drop her off. "Fine, we need to go now, though."

"Alright, your highness, your chariot awaits."

They said their goodbyes to the group as they made their way to Morgan's SUV. She cautiously looked back at her faithful Caddy, Ester, before turning back to Morgan's vehicle and hopping in.

"I promise, I'll get your car back to you tomorrow, Sweetness." He said, reassuring her not to worry. He'd get Ester back to her safe and sound.

"It's not that, Handsome. I know you will." She said nervously, as she bounced her knee.

"What's got you acting all strange, Pen?" he asked as he put his car into drive.

"I'm just tired. It's been a long week." She lied, "You have to take a right on Robinson, and then a left on McGuire."

"I finally get to see where my Baby Girl lives after all this time," he smiled as he followed her instructions. He always wondered where she lived; he didn't understand why she made such a big deal about anyone knowing.

He had offered to take her home countless times after a long case or if it was late, but she would always insist she was fine to drive home. Well now he had the chance to take her and he wasn't going to pass it up.

"Yeah," she grumbled, looking out the window, "I'm at the condo's at the end of this road on the right."

He nodded his head feeling the tension rise in the car. He didn't get why this was such a big deal? He was just driving her home.

"You can drop me off here," she said pointing to the main entrance.

"Just let me park and I'll walk you up, Baby." He said in a teasing tone, "you can invite me up for coffee."

She gave him a slight laugh, "if I invited you up for coffee, you'd never leave."

"Who said I wanted to ever leave?" he asked eyeing her.

She quickly removed her seatbelt, opening the door and hopping out, "thanks for the ride, Hot Stuff." She said slamming the car door and sprinting to the front of her complex.

He shook his head. That woman frustrated him to the nth degree. It wasn't like he was going to jump her. Although, the idea had crossed his mind quite a few times, especially when they really got going with their flirting. But that's all it was to her- just flirting. He'd casually ask her to go out to dinner with him or the movies but she always seemed too busy for him, making up excuses why she couldn't go. He'd gotten her to come over to his house a couple of times to watch a movie, but she'd bolt right after the movie finished.

He knew she was going to let him into her world; it was just a matter of time. Now that he knew where she lived, he might just show up unannounced one day.

Garcia scurried up the stairs to her condo. She was now twenty minutes late. She hated being late. Mrs. Watkins was always so nice helping her out, and she hated taking advantage of her. It was bad enough when they had a long case that involved staying late or times when she was forced to go with the team on location. She really needed to have a better plan in place.

She put her key in the door opening it wide.

"Mommy!"