A/N: Another oneshot - although this one has potential for more... I sometimes get inspired to Oneshots which aren't having the perfect Happy Ending everbody wants. You can blame the CM marathon I had today as well as me listening to endless repeats of the song 'The best you never had' by Leona Lewis. For now this is planned as a ONESHOT, but you never know what will happen...

Sitting on a bar stool she had the perfect view on it, them actually. It wasn't as if she really was interested in his latest conquest, his latest success in proving his maleness, that he still had it, could have his pick from any of them. No, she was used to this since years. And why she was sitting here, on this particular stool she didn't know. It kind of hurt, she had to admit. It hurt watching him grind and bump into yet another hussy. And what was she thinking? It was his life, his right to date, or lay whoever he wanted. She shouldn't judge him. But she did. She should be turning around and find something else to occupy herself with, something that wouldn't have her watching every move these two made on the dance floor. But she couldn't. It was as if she had to watch. And didn't that just make her sound like an UnSub?

Penelope knew Morgan had moves and she certainly knew once he would bring them there was no way that not every single pair of female eyes in this bar wouldn't be on him. He was like a dream come true, walking right into this bar. And every woman wanted him. Wanted to feel his body against hers, working some magic and coaxing god knows what into their ears. He knew how to work them, what to do to get a raise out of them, make them smile, laugh even, flirt and eventually invite him over. That's how it always was. And maybe women like herself and men like him were just not made for each other. She had to admit there was no way she ever could compete with girls like the one that was currently draped all over him, thin, tall, gorgeous and so … easy came to mind, but somehow she knew it was mean. Just because that brunet hussy there was exactly what Derek Morgan was looking for in a woman didn't mean that it actually was that girls fault. She fit his interests and there was nothing Penelope could do.

She knew that every time Morgan called her gorgeous or a goddess that he meant it, but he meant it in a different way than when talking to these girls. She was his friend, his buddy, his Friday night movie date. Nothing more, nothing less. Even when he said he loved her, like he had previously on numerous occasions, it wasn't meant as Love love. She knew that, he knew that.

When he looked at her all he probably saw was good ol' Penelope, his friend, his ally, but not the woman he could have forever with. Penelope wasn't as naïve as all these girls in the bar, who thought that they could be the ones who gave him forever. Derek Morgan wasn't made for forever. He didn't live for forever. He lived for right now. He himself had said it to herself, that he wasn't the kind of guy that settled down. He wasn't into dogs, children and the white picket fence. Okay, he had Clooney, but that was something else.

He was the guy that owned a motorcycle rather than a mini-van. Instead of a desk job he was chasing guys all day long, kicking down doors and shooting a gun. He wasn't into home-cooked meals, but rather take-out menus, liked his Die Hard collection as well as his Terminator movies and spent more time in the field and in the FBI gym than at home. He was just not the kind of guy that had 'husband' written all over it. Penelope knew it, although at some days she still hoped.

Looking into the mirror behind the bar, Penelope looked at herself for a moment and knew … what she was, was everything Derek Morgan didn't want. She was blonde, he only ever had dated brunets. She was anything but stick thin and sure as hell didn't know how to move on a dance floor. Sure, she had moves, but these were only between herself and the bedroom mirror. And she certainly wasn't easy, at least not as easy as the girls in here, who all seemed to undress Derek Morgan with their eyes and probably had the rest of the evening planned already. And one lucky girl would get the full Derek Morgan experience tonight, something she would never even get close to.

With a sigh she turned in her bar stool, facing JJ who just started at her, before shaking her head.

"What?" Penelope asked irritated. She certainly didn't like the look on her friend's face.

"Why don't you just tell him?" JJ asked.

"Tell who what?" Penelope asked clueless. Okay, so maybe she had an idea what JJ was talking about, but she wouldn't admit it.

"What you feel? He might surprise you," Emily all of a sudden answered. Great now they were two against her, and when Penelope looked over JJ's shoulder she saw Hotch and Rossi seeming busy in a conversation but something told her they were listening to whatever was being said.

"We are strictly professional," Penelope defended, she had after all heard this all too often.

"Uh hu," Emily and JJ both relied in unison. "Strictly professional. Of course. That whole 'Baby Girl' and 'Hot Stuff' and all the other things you came up with over the years is totally professional…"

Penelope glared at Emily for a moment. It was professional, just on a strange level.

There was a short silence before Penelope admitted "He doesn't see me like that. I'm just his friend. He doesn't see me like one of … these," Penelope said, pointing towards a random woman around them, someone who was exactly Derek Morgan's taste.

"Maybe he feels the same and waits for a sign other than 'Hot Stuff' that tells him you are interested as well. Maybe he is just scared," JJ theorized, which made Penelope laugh.

"Derek Morgan and scared? Are we talking about the same man? The man who drove a bomb in the back of an ambulance towards Central Park and got of just seconds before the bomb exploded? The guy that got shot at more than I'd like to count and still has no problems running after yet another armed guy, without thinking, a guy who –" she went on but was interrupted by Emily.

"Okay, I get your idea. But these things are not what I mean. Morgan is probably the most fearless guy I know, when it is about … stuff like that, but speaking about and admitting certain emotions and feelings … that even scares a guy like him. Trust me on that," Emily assured her.

"Maybe it does, but it still doesn't change anything," she smiled weakly. "He doesn't see me like that. And that is something you can trust me with."

Both Emily and JJ knew there as no point in arguing with her tonight. They both watched their friend turn around once again, watching the dance floor, taking a last sip from her drink, before turning around to them again.

"I think I should head home, it starts getting late," she said, saying goodbye to the remaining team members, at least the ones that were at the bar.

And then she left, not even being aware of the pair of eyes on her from the guy she thought she for sure never would have a chance with.

A/N: I will take bribes, but can't guarantee a thing ... LOL