AN: SURPRISE! Are you all now shocked to actually see another story from me? I have to admit this had been written last year already - technically even two years ago, but it hadn't been finished back then and only got finished last July. This is... quite a project, with 46 chapters and something new I tried. The story is told from both POV's. Penelope's is always first and then Morgan's side of the story follows in the next chapter. That being said, with every chapter where they have 'scenes' together, the events will obviously repeat - there was no other way sorry. But you will get insights and reactiosn from both. This is totally AU, but let me tell you, every BAU member will have a small or bigger part in it. When I say BAu I mean Hotch, Rossi, Emily and JJ, as well as Reid and Lynch (although, yes, I am aware that Lynch is not a BAU member, thanks for pointing that out.)

Enough of me, of to the fun. ENJOY!

His hands travelled up and down her body, caressing every inch of skin for several moments before moving on, further down, making her all tingly in the right places. It felt like hours had passed since they first made it to her bedroom, losing pieces of fabric with every few feet they had gotten closer to her bed. She would never describe herself as easy, but with this guy it almost felt as if she needed to make a move, any move really – even if that move lead to the bedroom more or less straight away.

Any momentary doubt or second guessing had been thrown overboard the moment his lips landed on hers, just in front of her apartment door a few moments ago, and from there onwards things certainly moved on rapidly. His hands were still roaming up and down her body, leaving what felt like trails of fire where they touched her skin. His lips nipped, licked, bit and sucked on her neck, occasionally dipping lower towards her breasts, driving her insane with need and want and lust. For a moment she actually felt – and maybe even worried – that they would set her sheets on fire.

She heard a noise coming from somewhere, sounding like banging. Like someone was banging against the wall, or the floor, maybe even the ceiling. Probably her neighbors. Penelope didn't think that she and her handsome companion had been really that loud, but then again she hadn't really registered a lot in the past hour or so. It seemed a bit like any coherent thought magically disappeared when he got his hands on her – or his lips for that matter. Her companion's hands left her body for a moment, shifting his weight, seeming as if he wanted to turn them, so she was on top – not that she minded much, so slowly they rolled, just for Penelope to…

… find herself just moments later on the floor, next to her bed, wide awake and realizing that she was on her own. In her apartment.

"Not again," she almost whined, letting out a frustrated sigh. It was just another one. Just like the previous night. And the eight nights before that. Something was seriously wrong with her, especially when she found herself waking up every morning, because she fell out of bed – the moment her dreams actually started to get really good. Admittedly it had been a while and just now she realized sexual frustration sucked.

Turning over, Penelope spotted an old issue of Cosmo lying under her nightstand. She could make out 50 crazy things to do today on the cover and knew right away she so was not a Cosmo Girl. Sure she was fun and female, but certainly not fearless. She was almost certain that half of the 50 things on that list would be something she'd never do in her life, ever.

Just as she was feeling like her sexual frustration was being overruled by her general frustration with her life and the course it has taken on, she heard a knocking. The same kind she had heard during her dream. It grew louder, more urgent somehow, and Penelope decided she maybe should see what it was. Glancing at the nightstand watch above her, she didn't only see it was shortly past 9am, but also didn't miss the big, fat, bold red circle in her calendar. A circle that marked 'Birthday'.

She had forgotten about her own birthday. Just when she thought she'd reached a new low.

Since the knocking didn't seem like it would be stopping anytime soon, Penelope decided to get up and just see what it was all about. Maybe one of her crazy friends had some strange idea like singing telegraphs or stuff like that. God, Penelope really hoped it wouldn't be a signing telegraph. But knowing her friends, she certainly wouldn't put it past any of them.

Opening the front door without even looking through the peephole was a mistake – as she realized the moment she opened the door. Still a bit worked up from the rather sexual dream she just had, Penelope was met by a guy who easily looked like he himself was a walking dream. A walking wet dream that is. Tall, dark, handsome. Deep, dark eyes, that somehow were a bit mysterious. Bald head, although that seemed more shaven off than anything else. He looked like the kind of guy mothers would tell their daughters to stay away from. A guy that had something dangerous going on. And the gun attached to his belt certainly was not the only reason he screamed 'danger'. Never having believed in love at first sight, she was certain that maybe she should rethink her position on that issue again.

"Penelope Garcia?" he asked and his voice sounded like molten lava, washing over her and leaving a feeling of heat.

"Yes? That's me…"

"I'm Detective Morgan. Do you have a moment?"

Detective? Just now did she notice the uniform he was wearing. Well, part of the uniform anyway. And boy, did he wear that uniform well. And why a guy looking like him was with the PD when he probably easily could make twice that money with his looks… And just then it hit her. Detective Morgan? Sure. Oh, her friends certainly were devious.

"I sure do…" Penelope smiled, relaxing and leaning against the frame of her door. She would definitely enjoy this. "You wanna come inside?" she asked, gesturing past her and already getting ready to move back. Maybe she could even find some sort of use for the handcuffs she saw dangling from his belt. The gun probably was only a prop as well.

"I'd actually much rather prefer if we could do this downtown," he answered, confusing Penelope for a moment.

"Downtown? That's … a first. I mean, I've never really had an … um … encounter like this before, but I always thought strippers are supposed to come to you, and not the other way around."

"Ex-cuse me?" she heard him ask seeming slightly taken aback. That didn't take much and Penelope was actually feeling slightly disappointed. Here she thought he'd maybe force her back into her apartment, handcuff her to a chair and start some really good show.

"I have to say that is one hell of a good outfit. It looks like a real one actually. How often do you find yourself in the middle of some girls, trying to rip this of you and having a piece of that?" she asked with a smile and winked. She didn't entirely know where that all of a sudden came from, but maybe it was time to life up a bit. If her friends sent her a stripper, she could as well enjoy it.

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, ma'am. But I can assure you, I'm real. Detective Derek Morgan, Washington DC PD…" he said, retrieving something from somewhere and holding it in front of Penelope.

A badge. Shiny and golden. Just like in the movies. And it looked damn real. Looking from the badge to him and back, she saw him looking rather stern at her. And his badge looked very real all of a sudden.

"You're a cop? A … real cop?" Penelope asked, slightly alarmed by now and feeling like she might faint any minute.. She only saw him nodding and Penelope closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her lips together and finding support against the doorframe.

"I … Oh my… I'm… I'm so sorry. I just thought…. seeing that it is my… um… birthday and my friends have a certain history of… unusual gifts…. that you were um…. a gift…" she stammered not even bothering to look up in his eyes. She was too embarrassed for that.