So, a couple of days ago I heard That's What I Want for Christmas sung by Nancy Wilson on the radio. I then came up with two story ideas. I couldn't decide which I liked better, so I'm sharing them both. I hope you enjoy.

"You have reached the goddess of all things knowable and unknowable. Ask and I shall give you an answer."

Derek laughed as he heard Penelope's typical way to answer the phone.

"Hey, baby girl."

"Sweetness, what can I do for you?"

Penelope instantly sounded happier upon hearing Derek's voice—if that could really be possible.

"I'm just calling to tell you that we caught the unsub, saved the victim, and are headed home."

"Just a regular day in the life of the Green Lantern Corps., huh?"

"Absolutely, my goddess."

"You know, I could have easily figured all that out by the paperwork coming back through here. I am a genius, you know."

"I know, sweet cheeks. I just wanted to tell you myself."

Penelope leaned back in her chair and grinned.

"Couldn't get enough of me, huh?"

"Never," Derek swore.

Penelope could hear the smile in his voice and hers only widened.

"Well, it's a good thing you called me, sweetness. I have a question for you."

"Yes," he firmly replied.

Penelope started to laugh. "Don't you want to hear wait and hear what I want to ask first?"

"Goddess, I'm sure the answer is yes."

"It's not a yes or no question, sugar."

"Lay it on me, baby girl."

"What do you want for Christmas?"

Derek's silence surprised Penelope until she decided he was actually taking her request seriously. That was until he answered.

"Love me."

"Excuse me?"

"Love me, baby girl. Say you love me."

"I love you, sugar. You know that. Now, what can I buy you?" she teased.

"No, mama. You're missing the point."


"I'm not talking friendly love here, Penelope." Derek's serious tone brook no teasing.

"Derek," Penelope replied with equal seriousness. "We both know you're not interested in me that way and that's fine…"

Derek's grunt of frustration cut off the rest of her sentence.

"Baby girl, I don't just love you. I'm in love with you. As in I don't want to date anyone else but you. I don't want to flirt with anyone else but you. I don't want to hold or kiss anyone else but you. Mama, it's you that I want for Christmas."

A smile slowly spread across Penelope's face as she took in what Derek had just said. She wished the plane ride was over and that she could answer him face to face, but Penelope would take the moment they had.

"Sweetness, you've had me for a long time. I'm in love with you, too."

"Good," was all Derek said, but Penelope could hear the longing to be near in his voice, as well.

"So, does this mean I get a date for Christmas, handsome?"

"I definitely think that's doable."

Hearing Derek's voice over the phone and behind her at the same time, Penelope flipped around in her chair, startled. Leaning against her door-frame was Derek Morgan. And on his face was the smile he gave her alone.

Shutting his phone, Derek slipped it into his pocket, and strode into the room.

"In fact, I think several dates are in order," Derek added as he pulled Penelope out of her chair and into his arms.

Grinning, Penelope wrapped her arms around his neck. "I can't wait for Christmas."

Lowering his lips to hers, Derek murmured, "Why wait till Christmas?"

Penelope firmly agreed, but as her lips were otherwise pleasantly occupied, she never did get around to voicing that particular thought.