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Here's the two in our twoshot! I'm glad you guys liked the first one. All will be revealed about what happened in the last one. Sorry about the cliffhanger…I wanted to experiment a little bit with doing a twoshot like that. Anyhoo, thanks for the reviews. Here's the end for you ;)

Penelope fled. There was no other option for her. If she thought her heart had been beating hard on the dance floor, she was unprepared for this as she sped down the hall to the back lounge. The words of the song still haunted her.

I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straight

My head is spinning around I can't see clear no more

What are you waiting for?

Gradually the sounds of the club fell behind her to the point it sounded faint. She slowed down to a halt and fell back against the nearest wall. Her head lolled back and she stared up at the ceiling. Sweat beaded behind her neck, and she tried desperately to stop her limbs from shaking.

This is what we're made for.

Derek's words rang in her ears, and her heart fluttered. She wanted to hear the words again and again and again. She wanted to hear more than just those words.

Of course, she already had heard more.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears, and she pressed herself back against the wall. She prayed whoever it was wouldn't disturb her while she had a mental meltdown over the intimate dance she'd shared with Derek. The lights were dim in the back; she could hide if she really needed to.

"Penelope!" Derek called, stopping in the doorway. "Penelope, where —" He quit speaking when he caught sight of her across the dim room. Without another thought, he strode across the room to stand in front of her.

"What?" she croaked. Her voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing together. Where she usually had no trouble looking into his eyes, she found herself faltering now. After a few moments of tense silence, she gained enough courage to meet his gaze. "What do you want?"

He scowled. "You know what I want."

Weakly, she shook her head. "I can't give you that," she murmured.

Reaching his hand out, Derek stroked her hair back from her face. Beneath the dim lights, Penelope saw a plea entering his eyes. She tried not to sag to the floor in a puddle.

"Baby Girl," he begged. "I love you. Can't you see that? I don't love Savannah."

She shook her head with vigor. "You cannot say that here!" she hissed, grabbing his wrist and thrusting it away from her face. "We're at Savannah's birthday party! Do you know how much that destroys a woman to hear something like what you're saying at her birthday?" Derek's face remained blank, and she rolled her eyes. "It means she starts to hate her birthday, Derek!"

It was the weakest argument she could have thrown at him, but she couldn't form her words well enough to point out the abhorring facts of infidelity.

"Penelope, I don't want her," he whispered, moving even closer to her body. She shoved hard against him, even as she wanted to fall into him. "I want you. You're who I've always wanted."

"Stop," she pleaded. "Just stop…"

"You know why I've always wanted you?" he murmured. "I've always wanted you because you can make me smile no matter how bad something is. You know how to read me better than any profiler, whether you think you can or not. You know exactly how to make me feel like I can pull myself up to my feet because I have you to help me." He kissed her forehead, and his lips left behind a burning patch of skin in their wake.

She shook her head, closing her eyes. "We can't…" she breathed.

Derek didn't stop his declaration, though. Pulling her hand up to his lips, he pressed a kiss to her skin. "Wanna know why else I love you, Baby Girl," he murmured. She shivered at the heat of his breath tickling her cheek.

"What?" she whispered, unconscious to what she was doing. Somewhere, deep inside, she wanted to know what he was going to say.

"I trust you, Baby Girl," he answered. "I don't trust many people, but I trust you with my life. You're my other half. You get me better than anyone else. We belong together."

Penelope's breath started to come in faster gasps. Blood boiling in her veins, she reached out to grasp him by the shoulders to keep herself from falling down. She held him tightly, her breasts crushing against his chest. Her nipples tingled with sensitivity, even through the fabric of her bra and dress. His strong arms snaked around her, the muscles of his biceps straining against the sleeves of his shirt.

Gently, her fingers traced the bottom part of his lion head tattoo. His flesh scorched hers, leaving behind invisible burns. She opened her eyes and looked into his onyx orbs. Sincerity gleamed back at her. In front of her stood her handsome best friend, a man who just finished professing his love for her….a love she returned.

What are you waiting for, Garcie? she asked herself. He wants you like you want him.

"Don't run from me again," he whispered, pleading. "We're made for each other."

She almost laughed. "I didn't know you were such a romantic, Morgan."

He did laugh. "Yes, you did," he whispered. His forehead rested against hers.

Penelope quit fighting him at that moment. Snaking her arms around his neck, she held him in an bone-crushing embrace. Fully aroused, she pressed her lips to the skin of his throat. Her thighs burned with moisture, and her fingers ached to touch him. She looked up at him again, knowing her eyes had grown dark with passion. His own eyes mirrored how she felt, and she surrendered to her desires completely.

Pulling his face down, she went straight to devouring him. His lips tasted minty mixed with liquor, a flavor she would spend the rest of her life loving. She pulled him tighter to her, sighing deeply against his mouth as his tongue stroked against hers. This was magic, pure and otherworldly magic found right on Earth.

His lips trailed down her jawline, and he nipped at her collarbone. "I love you, Penelope," he growled against her skin. His hands massaged her breasts, tightening around them so she moaned with longing.

She nodded and kissed beneath his ear. "I know you do," she said. Before her tongue could control itself, though, she said what she swore she wouldn't say. "I love you, too."

Much to her chagrin, he halted abruptly. He gave her a hard stare. "Then why did you run away from me?" he asked. "What changed this week that you couldn't say this last week?"

As she stared at him, she removed one of her arms from around him to stroke his cheek. Her breath caught in her chest, and she sighed. "I love you," she whispered, kissing his lips gently. "I love you, but you scare me." He frowned, his expressive eyebrows shooting upwards. She kissed him again. "You scare me because I could lose you at any second you go on a case. Do you remember when you got in that ambulance with the bombs in it?"

He nodded. "That ain't something I'm gonna forget any time soon, Baby Girl," he teased.

She shook her head. "See, this is what I'm talking about!" she said. "You're joking about almost dying. Are you going to joke about last month in Indianapolis when you decided to try to disable that bomb without being positive you wouldn't blow up? Huh?" Dark eyes stared back at her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. Even thinking about losing him drove her mad. "That's why I ran…because I can't even think of losing you."

Derek cupped her cheek, his lips descending upon hers once again. This time, instead of hunger and desire for her, she felt and tasted nothing but complete adoration for her. He pressed her closer to the wall. She held him tightly, wanting to absorb him into her bloodstream. He tasted so good, just the way she thought he would in all the years she'd thought about him.

"I will never do something so reckless that you'll lose me," he promised, breaking the connection of their lips.

Penelope heard the sincerity in his voice, saw it shining in his eyes. The sight made her tingle with anticipation. She fully believed him.

What are you waiting for?

A smile lit up her face. I'm not waiting for anything…not anymore, she thought.

"Good," she whispered, pulling him back toward her by the shirt collar.

Their lips met and danced, never breaking apart for a second. They resumed right where they left off. Against her hip, she felt the pressure of his erection, and a shiver ran up her spine. Frantically, her hands dove beneath his shirt. She traced the strong lines of his abdomen. She wanted him out of his clothes so bad it burned a hole in her gut.

Just as her hands played with the skin of his abdomen, his went beneath her flouncy dress skirt. A gush of wetness slid down her thighs, and she moaned against his lips as stroked the front of her underwear. Jolts of lightening shot from her core to every corner of her body. Warning bells rang in her skull when he ripped the thong.

"Here?" she asked in a squeak as he lifted her off her feet. Her question aside, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tightly around the shoulders.

"Here," he confirmed, releasing her and keeping her against the wall with his weight. His hands fumbled with his belt buckle, and he unzipped his fly. Pecking her lips, he positioned himself at her opening. "Ready, Baby?"

Biting her lower lip, she nodded. Anticipation flooded through her blood "I've been ready for ten years," she murmured.

Grasping her bottom, Derek eased her down onto his cock. Both of them groaned simultaneously, and Penelope leaned her head back against the wall. Her eyes closed as she experienced her first moment of pure, sexual bliss.

Derek buried his face against her neck and nibbled on her flesh. She moaned as he thrust deeper into her, reaching places no other man had ever reached. His lips trailed up her neck, working their way across her jaw until they reached her lips again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

"I love you, Baby Girl," he whispered in her ear, thrusting even deeper into her. "Love you…"

She kissed the side of his head, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "I love you, too," she gasped. His thrusts continued at a steady pace, and she lost all sense of the world around her. Everything faded into the back of her mind. Derek remained the only thing she could picture; he was the only thing she wanted to keep her sights on.

"Damn, Baby," he hissed. "So tight. You're so tight."

A giggle escaped her lips. She smiled, but as her back slid up and down the wall, the smile gradually dropped. Her breathing increased, and the beginnings of a strong, earth-shattering climax began to build in her womb. The whole of her body burned for the release she knew he was about to give her.

All of the sudden, she felt like kerosene had gotten thrown on her already blazing fire. Clutching Derek's shoulders even tighter, she buried her face against his neck to kiss the skin of his throat.

"I'm about to come," she whispered in his ear, nibbling on the skin of his earlobe. "Make me come, Derek." She was damn well ready to beg if he made her wait any longer. The denim of his jeans ever so slightly grazed her swollen core, and she forced herself to bite down a cry of ecstasy.

Sensing her urgency, Derek kissed her directly on the lips. "You wanna come, Baby?" he whispered.

She sank her teeth gently into his neck before hissing in his ear, "You know I do."

He chuckled. "Good," he murmured, thrusting twice and deeper than before.

Before he thrust a third time, a sharp and rippling climax built its way up inside her. A gasp came slamming out of her throat. To keep herself from screaming, she buried her face against his neck. Her body felt limp and sated as he continued thrusting. He grunted deeply, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep his composure. Seconds later though, she felt him come in thick, gushing pulses within her.

They stayed where they were for a long time afterwards, both of them breathing heavily and in deep gasps. The world came rushing back all of the sudden, the distant sounds of club music filling their ears. Reality came thundering back into the small back room for them, reminding them they still had Sam and Savannah and a whole group of people to deal with.

For some reason, though, none of that mattered to them.

Penelope hugged Derek tightly to her, kissing his jaw in the process. "I love you," she murmured, her voice soft as a feather. "I really do."

Gently, Derek set her down on her feet and rezipped his fly. She straightened her skirt before he grasped her face in his hands to kiss her. Her heart fluttered at the touch of his lips again, and she held him around the waist.

Their lips broke apart, and he kissed her forehead. "I love you, too," he murmured. Stroking some of her mussed up hair back from her face, he added, "I know you don't want to lose me, but…but I don't want to lose you either."

She frowned and looked up at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to lose you because you think my job is too dangerous," he explained. "I want you to know that I meant what I said. You won't lose me because I'm too reckless." He grinned, the white of his teeth appearing like a flashlight in the dim lights of the lounge. "Can I not lose you, too?"

Penelope bit her lower lip and nodded. "You won't," she murmured. "Just love me."

Brushing his lips against hers once more, Derek nodded. "You never have to worry about that," he vowed.

She rested her head against his chest, snuggling in without worrying about any of the problems that awaited them outside the room. "Good."

So love me like you do…