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So recently I fell in love with the song "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding. I cannot stand 50 Shades of Grey, which is what the song was written for, but this song fits Morgan and Garcia so damn well I had to write a twoshot for them with it :) Please enjoy!

"Penelope, I'm so glad you and Sam could make it!" Savannah cooed as she leaned forward to hug Penelope. "It wouldn't be a true birthday without you here!"

Smiling, Penelope hugged her best friend's girlfriend back. "Of course!" she said. "We wouldn't have missed it." She looked around the club Savannah's friends had booked for her birthday. People were packed in like sardines. It was almost shocking how many friends Savannah had.

Moving back, Penelope looked beside Savannah at Derek and gave him a nervous smile. "Hey, Morgan," she added in a mumble.

Derek, whose arm lay tangled around Savannah's waist, gave her a cool nod in return. "Garcia," he said in greeting.

Penelope breathed a sigh of relief when Sam's arm snaked around her hips. She needed the support so she wouldn't collapse. Fighting with Derek the past week left her feeling a sense of fatigue she didn't think she could continue to deal with. It was starting to take a physical toll on her.

"Good to see you, Derek," Sam said, sticking his hand out to shake Derek's.

"Yeah, you too, man," Derek said, shaking Sam's hand with a frigid look in his eyes. Glancing at Savannah, he kissed her cheek and pointed to the bar. "I'm gonna grab a drink, Baby. You go have some fun."

Savannah grinned. 'Thanks, honey," she chirped.

Untangling herself from Sam's grasp, Penelope kissed her boyfriend's cheek. "I'm gonna join him," she said. "I'll come find you with some drinks."

Sam nodded. "Okay," he said, grinning.

Determined, Penelope chased after an irritated Derek as he strode through the throngs of party guests to get to the bar. "Derek!" she hissed. "Derek, stop!" When he didn't respond, she leaned forward to grab his wrist. He halted abruptly, causing her to run smack into him. He looked down at her, fury written on his face.

"What?" he growled.

She looked up at him, refusing to blink or back down. "Would you just listen to me?"

"What do you want me to listen to, Garcia?" he demanded.

Her eyes narrowed. "I want us to just…just get back to normal!" she muttered.

Derek snorted. "I don't see that happening," he snarled. "How the hell could it?"

That was a good question. Penelope didn't have the answer for him. All she could do was stare at him incredulously.

"Derek, you're my best friend," she pleaded. "Can we please just talk about this like normal people?"

"We don't do normal so well, Baby Girl." He said her nickname with a sneer in his voice, directly aiming it to wound.

She blinked through the hurt. "Well, can't we try?"

Barking a bitter laugh, Derek snatched his wrist away from her grasp. "Not at my girlfriend's party we can't," he muttered, stalking away to the bar and leaving her alone in the middle of a crowd of Savannah's friends.

I'll make you listen to me, Derek Morgan, she thought angrily, following him to the bar to get drinks of her own.

XXXXX

After several dances and two drinks later, Penelope and Sam sat at one of the high round tables with Savannah, one of Savannah's friends, and a very pissed-looking Derek. No matter how many times Penelope tried, she couldn't get him alone, couldn't even get him to spare her a glance.

"Oh, Hannah, tell Sam and Penelope about the man who tried to hit on you during your shift in the ER last year!" Savannah crowed with laughter. She fixed her almond shaped eyes on Penelope and winked. "It's a hoot."

Penelope pretended to listen to the nurse's story, but really she was trying not to throw her eyes in Derek's direction. Every so often though she couldn't help herself, and when she looked over he, too, was looking at her. Almost immediately their eyes would avert from one another.

Damn him, she thought bitterly. Him and his ridiculously good looking chocolate body.

As they chatted and people danced on the dance floor, Savannah's phone buzzed at her hip. She rolled her eyes.

Penelope gaped at Savannah. "They have you on call on your birthday?" she asked.

Savannah shrugged with a giggle. "The life of a doctor," she said. "It's just a call, though. Probably a consultation." Leaning up to Derek's height, she kissed his cheek. "I'll be back." She walked off toward the coatroom to grab her phone.

Sam looked down at his empty drink and sighed. "Well, I'm going to go get a drink refill," he said, leaning down to kiss Penelope's cheek. He glanced back at the bar and saw how packed it was. "Ugh, I'll be there for awhile."

"I'll go with you then," Hannah said. "I need a new one, too." She grinned at Derek and Penelope. "Hold the table, you two!"

Then Derek and Penelope were left alone.

Neither of them said a word. They stood at the table, each avoiding one another's gaze. Finally, Penelope couldn't take it anymore. Turning to face her best friend, she glared and stalked forward towards him. Stopping right in front of him, she held out her hand and nodded to the dance floor.

Derek narrowed his eyes. "What?" he growled.

"You and me," she commanded. "We're going to dance."

"And why should I listen to you?" he challenged.

She narrowed her own eyes. "Because if what you told me last week is true, you'll do it."

Giving her a hard stare, Derek studied her face. She hoped he saw just how serious she was. No way would she back down. He was her best friend, but more importantly, she was his equal. Equals could read one another, and she knew he would read her right then.

Without a word, Derek grasped her hand. Pulling him along, she led him to the dance floor as a song ended. The next one came on almost immediately, and the song that started to play made Penelope groan internally.

Of course it had to be Ellie Goulding's newest single.

You're the light, you're the night

You're the color of my blood

You're the cure, you're the pain

You're the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much

When Derek heard the lyrics of the song, he stepped forward and pulled her close by the waist. She stood crushed against his chest, breath coming in faster pants. It shocked her he would pull her so close and into this intimate of a position in the midst of all of Savannah's friends.

He saw her shock and gave her a dark look. She could almost see his pupils grow larger in the dim lights of the dance floor.

"You wanted to dance," he growled, leaning down to her ear as they started to move with the song. "So we're going to dance."

"I didn't quite mean dance like this," she argued.

He chuckled. "This is the only way to dance."

Penelope didn't say anything else as they continued to move in perfect sync with one another.

You're the fear, I don't care

Cause I've never been so high

Follow me to the dark

Let me take you past our satellites

You can see the world you brought to life

As they danced, their hips touching as they moved, Penelope couldn't help but listen to the lyrics. Being in Derek's arms, hearing the lyrics whisper truths in her ear…she couldn't begin to describe how she felt. Emotions raged and swirled through her like a piece of paper caught up in a hurricane. The past week of anger and hurt they tossed back and forth over the past week after Derek's revelation — the revelation she couldn't even put into words in her mind — seemed to dissolve in that moment, leaving her with nothing but confusion.

Shocking her, Derek whirled her around so her back rested against his front. His breath felt hot against her ear, and her heart sped up a thousand miles an hour. He rocked her against his chest, and her fingers tightened on his hand.

Fading in, fading out

On the edge of paradise

Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find

Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire

Her heart really did feel on fire. A fierce burning in her chest burst through her body like an unquenchable thirst. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the scent of him, allowing his musky smell to envelope her senses. She never wanted to be taken out of his grasp.

So why had she rejected him when he'd come to her? Was it guilt over Sam being her boyfriend, fear of change?

"This what we're made for," his voice murmured in her ear, tickling her skin. His hands roamed across her belly, and she resisted the urge to push his hand lower to ease an ache between her legs.

We shouldn't be doing this hear, she thought. Savannah or Sam could see us at any second.

None of Savannah's drunk party guests seemed to be paying attention, but it still made her nervous to think someone would see them like this. This did feel right, though. She couldn't get enough of him.

Why did I say no? she asked herself again. Why?

Then he asked what she was asking herself over and over. "Why did you say no to me?" he growled, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

Hearing the words come from his lips rather than in her head awakened a feeling of panic in her. Somehow, the feelings became more real, rearing their heads like a cobra readying to strike. The beautiful fog she felt they'd been floating through broke, forcing her to face an air of clarity she didn't want.

With a heavy heart thumping in her chest, she broke out of his arms and turned to face him, even as the song continued filling her ears.

Love me like you do

Love me like you do

Touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

What was she waiting for?

As they stared at one another, gazes intense as a blazing desert sun, something faltered within Penelope. Shaking her head, she turned and dashed from the dance floor, not caring that she was pushing people out of the way too roughly.

All the while as she ran, the song rang through her mind, giving her no way to escape it.

What are you waiting for?

So who wants to know why our lovers are having a fight? This was the first of two installments, so keep an eye out for the second one :)