Disclaimer: I wish I owned CM, but sadly I'm not that lucky. I only own my imagination.
Things That Go Bump In The Night
When Penelope awoke, it was with a choked gasp. Her terrifying dream faded from sight and she took in her surroundings.
She was in her room, light streaming through her curtains. It was obviously morning, but she was still out of it.
She went to stretch, but froze when she felt an arm slung over her body. Her heart began to race, and she slowly turned her hear to see who it belonged to.
Breath whooshed out in relief as she realized it was only Reid, who she remembered had lay with her during the night.
Gently, she moved his thin arm off her, and got out of bed, it creaking as she stood. Thankfully her boy genius continued to sleep.
Garcia slid on her fuzzy rainbow slippers, and shivered as she walked out into the remainder of her apartment.
It was then that she jumped in shock, seeing Emily in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to finish.
"Hey Pen." She said softly, walking to greet her.
"Uh...hey. You didn't have to-"
"Chill, it's fine. You and I both need caffeine, and I have a feeling Spencer will die without it." Emily teased, and put an arm hesitantly on Penelope's arm.
It was obvious she was worried that touching the other woman could trigger something, and she was desperately trying to avoid that.
"You can touch me. I'm not going to freak out like I did at...last night. I'm feeling better." She admitted, and put forth a warm smile.
It wasn't completely a lie. She was doing better. The man's hands still taunted the edge of her brain, but she could handle it now. Well, she hoped.
"That's...that's great PG. Now, um... I kinda need to ask you something."
"What'ya mean?" Penelope asked, fidgeting her hands nervously.
"Well, I got a call from Morgan." Emily explained, and the coffee pot dinged.
The raven haired women began to pour coffee into varied brightly coloured mugs.
"Of course you did." Garcia muttered, moving to get the cream out of the fridge.
"Well, he wants to see you. Apparently... he couldn't leave last night. So he slept in his car." Emily told her, and took the cream in her hands.
Garcia couldn't help but notice she was pouring coffee into four cups, rather than three. So that meant...
"He's outside the door isn't he?" She asked annoyingly, giving Prentiss a harsh look.
"Uh...well...how did you know?" The other woman questioned, biting her lip.
"I know him better than he knows himself. Plus," Pen added, gesturing to the coffee, "four mugs."
Emily's eyebrows rose. "You could be a profiler, you know."
"Spend enough time with you guys, and you pick up the tricks of the trade. But I'll stick to the safety of my lair." She finished, the sentence becoming cold and distant, reminder of the recent events.
"So am I letting him in, or forcing him to leave?" Prentiss asked, finishing adding cream and sugar to what Garcia assumed was her designated mug.
"Nothing could make that man leave if he wants to be here. Trust me, I'd know." Penelope answered, her tone uncharacteristically cold and firm.
"Alright. But only if you're sure. If at any time you want him out, don't worry about offending anyone. Whatever is best for you; that's what's important." She stated, and with a small nod from Pen, went to go get the door.
When it opened, she saw Derek Morgan sitting on the floor, head slumped sideways, eyes closed in a tired sleep. She couldn't help but smile motherly as he stirred, Emily nudging him gently.
"Wha-what?" He mumbled, finally awakening.
"Hey Mr. Sleepy Pants. She said you can come in."
"Is she sure?" He asked, standing up in a wobbly fashion.
"Ask her yourself." Em suggested, gesturing to her.
Morgan noticed her then, and she shot him a timid smile.
"Baby Girl I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have stayed, but I just couldn't leave. Not after...not knowing...not..." He trailed off, obviously losing his ability to find the correct words.
"I know." Penelope answered, and he stepped forward.
"Can I hug you?" Derek asked nervously.
She wanted to say yes. She wanted to more than anything. But she just couldn't do that right now. She knew her boundaries and she knew her limits. A hug, especially from the perfect image of masculinity, was the opposite of comforting right now. It made a chill run up her spine. She loved Morgan to death. But it was too soon.
"I...not now. I'm sorry, it's just too soon." She muttered, looking at her feet.
"I understand. So you're sure it's okay that I come in?"
When Reid ventured out into the rest of the apartment, he was surprised to say the least, when he noticed Morgan had entered the space.
"What are you doing here?" he asked casually, accepting a cup of coffee from Emily with a smile.
"Couldn't leave knowing Penelope was hurting. Slept in my car. What were you doing in her room?" Morgan questioned, surprisingly venomous.
"She had a..." Spencer trailed off under Morgan's harsh glare.
"I had a nightmare. I couldn't snap out of it, so he had to help me wake up." Penelope answered for him.
"Then why was he still in there?" Derek asked, less angry, but still icy cold.
"I asked him to stay. I felt safer with him there. Don't take it personally Sugar Plum, I can't really explain why, I've just sort of...latched on to him." Penelope explained, and Reid noticed that she used a cute nickname again. That was a good sign.
"Why, though?" Morgan asked, and Spencer could tell he desperately wanted to be the one she needed.
"I really don't know. I'm just...weird, I guess."
"Penelope, that's not weird at all. Statistically, victims of a...well, anyways, they do one of three things. Isolate themselves, accept comfort from everyone, or latch on to one person. It was probably just because I got to you first. If Derek had done so, you'd have latched on to him. Same with Emily, or anyone else. In the state that your mind was in, I represented safety and protection. Therefore, naturally, your brain connected those feelings with me. Which I suppose is ironic, because I can barely keep myself out of trouble." Spencer said with a small chuckle.
"Don't sell yourself short there Reid. You can do a lot more than that." Emily added, and patted him on the shoulder in an honest, but light way.
"Yeah okay." He said sarcastically. He took a sip of the coffee, and recoiled as the bitter taste hit his tongue. "More sugar."
"It's in the-" Garcia said, standing up. She started towards him, but caught her hip on the counter's edge, and stumbled backwards, with a choked inhale.
She didn't respond. And Reid knew. He knew her mind was elsewhere.
Sorry for the long space between updates. Got a lot on the go.