Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, I don't own any of the Star Treks, I don't own the characters…at this rate I'm not going to own anything.
A/N: This is just a simple three-shot dedicated to any 'profiling trekkies' out there who may run across it. Thanks to Marauder-In-Disguise and BonesBird for inspiring my muse! Oh, and the title was inspired by DaughterofAres! When I started I didn't intend for there to be any pairings, but like most of my fics, a little bit of M/G has snuck itself into the story. By the time it's finished there will be appearances by each member of the team though. Enjoy!
"Why am I doing this again?" Derek Morgan asked as he carried a bowl of popcorn and a tin of macadamia nut cookies over to the coffee table in front of his sofa.
"Because you love me." Penelope answered with grin and a few blinks of her eyelids as she grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the sofa next to her.
He couldn't argue with that. He did love her and any attempt to disagree would simply fall flat. Besides he knew full well that all she had to do was look at him with those big brown eyes and he'd cave to her every whim. Of course, she didn't need to know that. Though, judging by the mischievous glint in her eyes when he finally leaned back against the sofa, she was probably already very much aware of the power she held over him.
Instead of arguing he simply lifted his arm so she could snuggle into her designated spot at his side that she had claimed many years ago. He let his arm rest behind her neck and around her shoulders, his hand dangling just below her shoulder blade. This wouldn't be so bad, not as long as he was spending time with his best friend and as long as she was smiling and laughing then he was happy.
"Okay, we have popcorn, cookies, drinks…" Emily said as she entered the living room with a pack of beer and a liter bottle of soda. "grapes for at least one healthy food item, and Reid's got the plates and glasses." She added just as Reid walked into the room with his assigned items. "I think we're all set."
"Prentiss, it's a movie marathon, not a formal ceremony of the united trekkies." Morgan said with an amused half smile.
Emily narrowed her eyes, reached over and grabbed a throw pillow off the recliner, and then threw it at him. He laughed, easily catching the flying ammunition and then throwing it at Reid who had just sat down on the other side of Penelope.
"What was that for!" Reid exclaimed after the pillow hit him in the side of the head.
"Making sure you remember to stay on your side of the couch." Morgan answered, sending the boy wonder a obviously fake warning look with a pointed glance down at the woman curled up against his side.
Reid smirked at him and was about to respond, but Emily choose that moment to turn on the TV. "Which series should we start with?" She asked, moving over to the DVDs piled on the end table.
Reid and Penelope glanced at each other before answering simultaneously. "Original."
Six hours, three pizzas, and an almost broken lamp later they were all still sitting around Morgan's living room watching Star Trek. "Two alphas, two dominant personalities, shoved together on a single ship and he willing becomes her subordinate?" Morgan stated disbelievingly as he watched the Captain of Voyager talking with her First Officer.
"Well, Morgan, it's because she's actually superior to him in every way." Emily teased with a smirk. "Besides…" She added, glancing at Penelope with a wink. "He probably likes serving under her, if you know what I mean."
"Those two? They're sleeping together?" Morgan asked curiously, studying the television screen a bit closer.
Emily and Penelope shared another knowing look before answering. "Not yet."
"Uh huh…" He said, nodded slowly. He'd actually seen some of the Original Series and Next Generation, but Voyager was new to him. "What about Tommy boy and what's her name…the half-Klingon?"
"Well, my astute lump of chocolaty goodness, those two will eventually get married and have a mini Paris and B'Elanna hybrid all their own." Penelope answered, looking up at him with twinkling eyes as if she found the whole concept incredibly adorable.
"Shhh, this is the good part!" Reid hissed, grabbing a handful of popcorn to munch on as they looked back at the television just in time to see Captain Janeway leveling her opponent with a phaser rifle.
Morgan raised an eyebrow, barely hiding his amused chuckle. As the scene switched to show the Captain and the Vulcan officer standing in her office he looked down at Penelope whose head was now resting leisurely against him. "Do you want a little Paris and B'Elanna hybrid of your own, Baby Girl?" He whispered teasingly, though the tinge of seriousness might have given him away a bit.
Penelope looked up at him, propping her chin on his chest as she smiled adoringly at him. "I would rather have a Morgan and Garcia hybrid." She whispered back, eyes glimmering with nothing but love and mischief.
"I think that can be arranged." He murmured slyly as he pulled her closer, his hand traveling down her back. "But we better get started." He leaned down, just barely brushing his lips against hers as he spoke and was about to close the gap…and then a swarm of popcorn was hitting the side of his face.
"You two can make mini Morgan and Garcia hybrids later." Emily stated firmly, but with a smile. "Preferably when Reid and I are far away and out of the danger zone. Until then, it's time for another episode." She added with a smirk before tossing the episode list into Penelope's lap.
Morgan laughed, throwing a few pieces of wayward popcorn back at the other profiler while Penelope and Reid discussed which episode to watch next. Once the next disc was put in the player they settled back to watch. But, even as the image of Janeway getting a rather…rough looking osteopathic massage from the Doctor filled the screen, all Morgan could think of was what a mini Penelope would look like and if she would be as much of a trekkie as her mother.
A/N: So what do you think so far?