A/N: i own nothing, obviously. My first, and I haven't watched since the beginning, so forgive me if anything is a little A/U.

"Talk to me."

Penelope Garcia grinned when she heard the masculine chuckle on the other end of the line.

"Hey baby girl, we need a favor- we think our unsub is stashing bodies in homes he owns via an alias, Walter King- we need addresses, and leads on other possible aliases. How fast can you get that for me?"

"Sweet lips, already on its way; next time, how about a challenge?"

SSA Derek Morgan laughed. "Woman, you're amazing…"

"True- but tell me something I don't know!"

"Maybe next time, I will. Be good."

With Garcia's lighting fast hacker reflexes, this most recent case, a serial killer with a disturbing affection for family pets as trophies, was quickly wrapped and the team was soon on their way home. Instead of calling Garcia to let her know they were on their way back, Derek opted to surprise his favorite girl. They'd been in the field for three days, and he was ready to yet again find comfort in the smile that chased all the monsters away.

If he was honest with himself, it was more than that, but Derek had been a ladies man for far too long to want to examine the burgeoning feelings he had for a certain Technical Analyst. It was easier, he felt, to ignore the way his heart beat faster in her presence, the way her jasmine perfume lingered in his nostrils, the way his body responded to something as innocent as a hug. He made a special compartment in his heart, labeled it 'Penelope', and only went there when the nightmares were too bad, or when yet another 'bimbette' failed to reach to the real soul of the man. Then, in dark hours, he trembled to admit his affection as what it was. But never, never in the light of day.

Morgan leaned back against the seat and rubbed his hand over his face. He could no longer deny himself, for he was, he thought, a selfish man. His selfish heart refused to deny the truth any longer. He needed more Penelope, more of the love he knew was there.

The only problem was, she was pure, perfect, an angel; she was the woman other women aspired to be. He was so tired of the status quo; tired of girls with no brains behind their lustful eyes, with more angles than curves.

All he wanted now was to come home and find the comfort he only found in her arms. He hadn't dated in months, hadn't had a one night stand in months; he tried to, in fact, once she started dating Lynch, he had thrown himself into seducing every woman who showed an interest. He never intended on them being flings. He was just always disappointed in them. Instead of touching soft curves, he found his fingers splayed over ribs. Settling down above them, he was put off by pointed hipbones.

And, ultimately, no other woman had her eyes, so full of love and laughter, or her soft, tender mouth; he had accepted now that his forever rested in the curve of her cheek, the softness of her hair, and he was damned if he was going to let her get away ever again.

But how could he, a man with his reputation, ever convince her that she was what he needed, that it was her body he dreamed of, her body he wanted to hold every night, her soft thighs he wanted to be cradled between, forever. He hung his head, ashamed, for the first time, of his past. After so many years demonstrating what she would see as his preference for the thin, vapid, artificial type, how was he going to get her to believe how badly he wanted his curvy, witty goddess?

Smiling, he had an idea. He'd just show her.

Garcia was having fun. She knew the team was still in the field; Morgan hadn't called to say they were on their way home so she knew she had at least till the morning before her family of superheroes came back. So, she did what she always did when the team was out- cranked up the iPod and danced and sang along.

In spite of her outgoing personality and eccentric wardrobe, at her core, Penelope was shy, and intensely self conscious. Her only long term relationship had dissolved and left her feeling even more vulnerable. Kevin Lynch had supposedly been made for her… and he had continued to remind her that he was the best she would ever hope to get. He had especially loved to point out all the times when her best friend Derek would go dance with women who were stark opposites to her voluptuous frame. When Lynch finally called it quits, he wasn't kind, nor did she expect him to be. She was glad to be rid of him, but the wounds he left still ached.

So, it can be understood that she would never prance around her office in bare feet, singing along to Shakira, when she thought anyone might come in needing her services.

However, given her assumed 'free time' before the team returned, there she was, 'Wherever, Whenever' blaring from her speakers, and Penelope Garcia twirling around, barefoot and flushed, in the middle of her office. Her eyes were closed in bliss; she didn't see the tall dark man who quietly opened her door and closed it behind himself.

"Well here's a nice welcome home…" Morgan drawled, inwardly relishing the sight before him- Penelope was adorable from her pearl pink toe nails to the fuzzy pencils holding her light blonde hair in a loose bun.

"HOLY CRAP!" She squeaked. Here he was, her Chocolate Adonis of a best friend, and her secret Mr. Right, leaning against her wall in a MOST lascivious manner, and she was a mess. Blushing, she attempted to regain her composure.

"So, you decided to spring one on the Great and Mighty Oracle? You know I can erase you…"

"Baby Girl, you know you're in the FBI? You need to be more aware of your surroundings…" He smirked, enjoying her discomfiture… and the fact that her dancing meant that her already impressive bust line was heaving in delightful time with her labored breaths. "I do teach hand to hand… I could teach you self defense if you wanted… wouldn't mind getting you on the mat…"

"You just want to show off your hot bod, I know you!" He laughed. "Yeah, well, you guys are back, I guess that means I can go home now." Leaning over to shut down her system, she hid her confusion… for a moment there she had been sure Derek was actually oogling her! Turning around, she gathered her purse and went to open her door, when a warm hand stopped her.

"Woooah… hold your horses girl- don't I even get a proper goodnight?"

She sighed in resignation- who could say no to eyes like that? Reaching up, she hugged him tightly, whispering "I'll show you a proper goodnight."

Squeezing her tighter, he laughed, a low rumbling chuckle she felt down to her toes. "Promises, promises." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and released her.

Never had he seen the girl make such a fast getaway.

"What got into her?" JJ asked Morgan as he walked back out to his desk.

"What, Garcia? I caught her dancing in her office… I think she's maybe a little embarrassed." Derek wasn't really paying attention to his response, his focus, instead, was on yet again tamping down the emotions his baby girl inevitably roused within him.

Prentiss gaped at Morgan. Was the man really that ignorant? "Um, I don't think that was exactly embarrassment…"

Morgan just arched an eyebrow at her.

From across the office Reid chimed in. "You know, she's probably right. Many of the most primal emotions; anger, embarrassment, and arousal to name a few, can often present with flushing and brightened eyes. In this case…"

"Reid- lay off my girl. She was embarrassed, that's it. Can we drop it now?"

JJ, Prentiss, and Reid exchanged glances. They knew Garcia had most definitely not been angry as she left, and the half smile they had seen, which, in hindsight they realized Morgan had not, pointed more to arousal than embarrassment. Muttering about profilers needing to profile them selves, they went about completing their reports and one by one, headed home.

A/N: BTW, I also don't own Shakira! Most definitely TBC