AN: Like I said before I wasn't planning on writing anymore stories. That's how angry I still am at the show… But after yesterday I kind of got the bug in me again to write. Now I have TONS of started stories on my computer. This is one of those… but instead of a started story it was almost a full outline (something I never do). I have ALWAYS wanted to write a story where Penelope and Derek HATE each other in the beginning. This is the start of one of them.

Let's see where this takes us.

T rating for now but if you want it more, and I have enough people that do I will think about a rating change.

Garcia stared at Morgan as he crossed his arms over his chest demanding for her to move. Who the hell did he think he was? It was bad enough she had to go on this case with the team in the middle of nowhere Montana, but having Morgan there at every turn was making her want to pull her hair out. Since his start three years ago in the BAU, they had never gotten along. She took one look at him and realized what a player he was. And she wanted noting to do with him. That was only solidified, when within the first five minutes of meeting her, he hit on her. Pig. And if he thought she was going to move, he had another thing coming.

She tried to take a deep breath and regain her composer when he took a step forward, using his body to try and intimidate her. That was it. "Agent Morgan, if I were you I'd back away now, she growled.

"Make me," he said moving closer to her while getting into her personal space. Without thinking she took her full -piping hot- coffee and tossed it on him, right in the crotch. "You misogynistic pig," she shouted.

He jumped back trying to wipe the scolding liquid from his lap. "You vapid bitch," he sneered. "What the hell is your problem?"

"My problem," she asked. "It's your fault we are even here."

"My fault?" he questioned. "I didn't lose your precious external hard drive. What tech can't keep track of their shit?"

She glared at him. "You were in charge of packing the equipment in the SUV to bring it here this morning," she said.

"And I packed everything that you had in the pile. You're the one who didn't put it in there."

"Whoa," Hotch said making his way into the office. "What is going on here?"

"Agent Morgan is trying to sabotage my work here," Garcia exclaimed.

"She's lying. She's just pissed she forgot her shit and is blaming me. And to top it off she threw hot coffee all over me," Megan growled, as he continued to wipe his lap of the liquid.

Hotch looked at the coffee on Derek's pants and shook his head. "Enough," he said. "Garcia, what is it you need?"

"My hard drive," she answered.

"And you can't find it?"

"No," she said. "It was in the pile of stuff to bring. Morgan left it on purpose."

"It wasn't there," Morgan defended.

Hotch took a deep breath. "Morgan, go back to the cabin and change, take Garcia with you so she can look for the hard drive."

"I can drive myself," Garcia protested. Hotch glared at her, causing her to keep her to not say anything else.

"We don't have time for this. There is a huge snow storm headed our way and we have work to do. I need you both to get your acts together, or I will be filling formal complaints with the Director." With that Hotch left the room, annoyance written all over him.

"Good going, Garcia," Morgan said.

"Shove it," Garcia replied. She moved past him. Today was not going to be a good day.

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The snow was falling as they made their way back to the cabin. Unfortunately, it was so rural, they were all forced to share an old hunting cabin that one of the officers owned. Thankfully, it was one of the bigger one and had enough rooms for each of them. Reid was the only one with the short straw and had to sleep on the couch.

"The snow is really coming down," Morgan said.

Garcia turned to him, giving him a "duhh" look. "I can see why you're a profiler," she remarked.

"Why are you such a bitch?" he asked.

"Why are you such a pig?"

"I don't get it, Garcia, you're a happy go lucky decent human being anytime you're around the others," he said shaking his head.

"Yeah, so?"

"God, why are you such a bitch?" he asked again.

"Why are you a disgusting pig?"

"You know what? Forget it. Let's just get in there get your hard drive that you left behind and I'll change. The faster we get back to the station the better."

She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked out the window watching the show cover the surrounding environment. "Agreed."

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Derek looked down at his watch. Forty-five minutes. That's how long Garcia was taking. He was about to lose it. She was so inconsiderate; didn't she understand they had a job to do? A job, they couldn't complete if they were still in the cabin, away from the case?

When they got to their lodging, he made quick work of changing out of his ruined pants. Thankfully, it was so cold in Montana he had worn extra layers and his pride and joy were not harmed in anyway. It took him all of ten minutes to be changed and ready.

Foolishly he thought Garcia would have just walked in and gotten what she needed. Nope. Apparently not.

Getting up from the couch he made his way to Garcia's room. "What the hell is taking you so long?" he asked.

"Screw off," she said, her voice clearly in a panic.

Morgan rolled his eyes. "Did you find it?"

Garcia stopped what she was doing and looked at him. "Don't you think if I had it, I would have said something already?"

"I don't know," he remarked. "Maybe you are the one who wants to sabotage me and my career?"

"You do that on your own," she said.

Taking a deep breath Morgan moved into her room. "What exactly are we looking for?"

Clearly, she was losing it herself, because instead of arguing with him, he was surprised when she looked at him, panic written in her eyes.

"What does it look like?" he asked, a little more gently.

"It's an orange box. Bright orange. It has all the case information in it," she said.

"How big is it?"

"Umm," she said as she moved over to her bag. Derek watched as she started pulling out her clothes tossing them throughout the room. He couldn't help but gape when she started throwing her bra and underwear around too.

"Here," she said. She held up a box a little bigger than a deck of cards. "It looks exactly this this one, but there is orange around it."

"And you're sure that one is not it," he asked.

"No," she answered. "This one is my personal hard drive. I make sure the ones I use for work have the orange on them."

He nodded. "Alright, let's take a look."

They both started looking around her room. After a few minutes, Morgan ventured out to the hall. On his way to the spot all the equipment was placed earlier that morning, something orange caught his eye. "Garcia!" he hollered. "Garcia!"

"Jeez," she said walking out of her room. "You don't have to yell."

Morgan bit his tongue. Crouching down, he pointed to the orange object that was under the hall table. "That it?"

Garcia ran to the spot, running into Morgan in the process. He ended up having to grab onto her hips so they wouldn't topple over onto the floor.

"That's it!" she squealed with delight.

Morgan reached for the hard drive under the table. His left hand still on Garcia's hip, keeping them both upright. Handing the hard drive to her, he asked, "Since we've got this now, you ready to head back?"

She nodded. "Let me just get my jacket." She stood up, jumping back from his hold on her, as if she had been burnt. Before walking away, she looked at him. Taking a deep breath, she held the hard drive to her chest. "I'm sorry."

He was in shock. She had never apologized for anything. At least not one that wasn't forced by Hotch. "It's okay," he said.

"No, it's not. I said you did this on purpose, but it must have slipped out of my hands when I was bringing the other stuff out to the pile."

He nodded, not knowing what else to say. This was new territory for them.

A few moments later they both made their way to the front door. Derek looked out the window and groaned. It was complete whiteout outside. Ignoring it, he opened the door. Only for about three feet of snow to meet them.

"Noooo!" Garcia cried. He watched as she reached for her phone frantically pacing as she tried to make a call. After a few seconds, she looked at him. "There's no service."

He was afraid this would happen when they left the police station earlier. Being stranded with Garcia was the last thing he wanted. That's why he wanted to get in and out. He took a deep breath and looked at her panicked face. "We are just gonna have to wait it out."

AN: okay…. So like I said I have the outline for this. I don't know if I'm really feeling it or not. So it's up to you guys. I mean there was a reason I never did it in the first place, so I guess it's up to you.

Continue or no continue?