Chapter 1

AN: Here is something virtually angst free…well, maybe a touch of angst!… for Christmas. Written with the wonderful, inspirational help of Harleyzgirl. Without her, this would be incomplete. The name of the story comes a little from my favorite movie, "It Happened One Night" with Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert.

"Wow! Look at all these white lights," Emily said under her breath. "It's so nauseatingly perfect…."

"Like Martha Stewart did it," JJ said, holding Will's hand. "Before Martha went to jail, of course."

Garcia smothered a laugh. She was thinking the same thing. Of course, she wouldn't expect anything less from Tamara Barnes. If she was anything, she was perfect. Gorgeous face, willowy body, simply perfect.

She had a beautiful home, too. Elegant like she was, with no knickknacks out of place or anything. Simple and flawless: sand beige walls with perfect accent pieces. It was like something out of a catalog. Garcia thought about her own cluttered purple palace and almost sighed.

But the most perfect thing she had? Her perfect, gorgeous boyfriend whom they both loved. Looking at Derek standing next to Tamara in his dark suit, he looked like he belonged there. They were a catalog couple, so perfect they could've been carved from wax.

"Penelope," Tamara said, walking over to her. "I am so pleased that you could come. Welcome." Then she leaned over to give her a very anemic hug. Garcia was afraid to hug her back, she might crush her!

Derek was smiling his usual grin at her, and she went to give him his hug. That would be a big ol' bear hug. Derek knew how to hug. Being his best friend, she got a lot of those hugs in her life. She was a fortunate woman.

But she didn't get a chance to greet Derek. Tamara stood right in front of him, extending her greetings to everyone else. Garcia felt like she swallowed a cannonball. Tamara must've thought that her displays with Derek were crass or something. The other woman did not appear to like her, but she could understand why. A female best friend was used to jealousy from other women.

But not at Christmas time.

She walked over to one of the many people handing out glasses of champagne, and downed a glass.

Tamara and Derek mingled, and so did the rest of the BAU team. They were all having a decent time, joking with each other. But soon, it was time to leave. Everyone else had long gone; only the BAU family remained there.

Hotch and Rossi complemented Tamara on the party she was throwing.

"It was nice of you to invite all of us here, Tamara," Hotch said, holding a plate of canapé sandwiches.

Tamara tittered with laughter, tossing her elegant hair off of one shoulder. "I couldn't imagine my extravaganza without you all," she said. "I just didn't think I would have to keep you all for the night."

"Oh ho," Rossi said, laughing. "That's our cue to leave. Thanks, man." He reached out to shake Derek's hand, and Derek gratefully accepted it.

JJ leaned close to Garcia. Penelope was putting back a bit too much champagne, and it concerned her. She saw where Penelope was looking. "What's the matter, sweetie?"

Garcia tore her gaze from Derek and looked at JJ with wounded eyes. "I never even got to hug him. To wish him a merry Christmas," she swallowed hard. "He's my best friend, JJ."

JJ looked at her with compassion. Then smiled, as she called over to where Ms. Barnes was standing. "Tamara, can you please show me where in the Black Forest these ornaments came from?"

Finally, Penelope got a chance to stand next to Morgan without Tamara next to him. She hurried over and looked up at him. "Merry Christmas, Derek," she said with one of the few genuine smiles she had that smiled that evening.

Derek looked down and smiled at her, "Merry Chr-"

"Hey," Reid said, interrupting them. "You are standing under mistletoe. A tradition dating back to the Celtic Druids, mistletoe was believed to hold magic. However, kissing under the mistletoe didn't start until the Greeks used it with their festival of Saturnialia, promoting-"

"Derek, just kiss her to shut him up," Rossi said, shrugging his coat on.

Derek looked down at her and smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "It is tradition."

Penelope blushed. "God, Derek, you don't have t-"

Before she could say another word, his arms were around her, then his lips were on hers, and suddenly, the rest of the world just disappeared