Title: Threat – Part 2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Prompt for 30_forbidden: #10 Memory
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor the characters belong to me, they belong to CBS. Nonetheless, I love to borrow them from time to time.
Summary: Part 10/? of the “Love and prejudice”-series. Penelope’s POV.
AN: I’m getting better, aren’t I? In fact, this has been quite a productive weekend – or quite a productive week even. Apart from writing two chapters and having almost finished a third one, I planned and prepared almost every one of my lessons for next week, edited quite an amount of pictures for a DVD for someone’s retirement party and rewrote a song for said person.
Anyway, I don’t have much more time, so I’ll keep this short. I’ll have to do a presentation for an event at our church in half an hour.
Enjoy this chapter! Yes, you will find out why Penelope screamed at the end of the last chapter – but since this is only the whole story from her point of view… Well, you can guess the rest. ;)
Penelope swore silently. This guy was just too good at covering his tracks, even for her. Or maybe it was just the fact that it was impossible for her to concentrate. On anything. Well, on anything except a particular FBI agent.
Sighing, she shut her computers down and tiredly rubbed her eyes. It was too late, anyway. She would put herself to bed and try again tomorrow. Maybe she’d be more successful if she were fresh and rested.
Yeah, as if it was possible for her to find any sleep – any dreamless sleep.
When she came back to the lobby of the hotel, which was some sort of meeting room for the time being, she realized she wasn’t the only one on her wits end. Hotch, Rossi, and especially Derek looked like someone had run over their dogs.
“Anything?” Derek asked, hope obvious in his voice.
“Nada.” She sighed. She could have repeated the word in at least five other languages – and she certainly would have, had she been in the mood. But she honestly wasn’t in the mood for anything right now.
“He’s better than I thought,” she went on. “Deleted all his files, and there’s just no way of bringing them back, not even with the help of my baby with all its nice programs.”
She heard Derek swore – something he hardly ever did.
“Shower and bed for
“Does that mean I’m not invited?” She heard his lustry voice behind her.
Smiling her most seductive smile, she slowly turned back to him. Don’t do this, Penelope! Don’t even think about going with this! she heard a tiny voice in her head say. But the voice was too tiny for her to pay any attention.
“Hot Stuff, you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me, even if I’m in my worst condition,” she chuckled. This had been too easy.
“You wanna try me?”
Hell, yes! God, how could he always turn her into a puddle of lust with only one look, only one word?! Her heart skipped a few beats. It should be put under restriction to look so damn hot!
“Oh, be still my heart!” She made an exaggerated gesture to hide what she was really feeling at the moment, and turned to leave.
Her hands were shaking when she opened her door. Cursing herself, she went to the bathroom to change. Why did he still have such an effect on her?!
Because you let him!
Sighing, she crawled into her bed to get some much needed rest. If only she didn’t dream of a certain FBI agent again. This heat was killing her – and these feelings were starting to make her become nuts. This wasn’t normal anymore. Horny wasn’t even near describing what she felt like when she was with Derek, or only just thought about him – and she couldn’t stop thinking about him anymore.
She knew she shouldn’t feel this way – not about him, anyway. She’d managed to repress these feelings for a while. Or maybe just to ignore them. But now, they seemed to come back multiplied. How was she supposed to resist a temptation like Derek Morgan?! How was she supposed to ignore what she had been feeling for so long?!
A knock on the door kept her from thinking further about that question. Unwillingly, she rose from the bed and waddled towards the door. When she opened it, she immediately wished she wasn’t dressed in her pajamas. But Derek didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he didn’t even seem to notice. He’d seen her in her pajamas before, after all.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “You look like someone got shot.”
She’d said that to lighten up the mood. But when the expression on Derek’s face didn’t change in the least, she suddenly feared that she might have hit the nail on the head.
“Can I come in?” he asked, instead of answering her question. “I… There’s something I need to tell you.”
Okay, that was so not funny anymore. She almost didn’t dare ask, when she stepped aside. “Okay… Someone got shot, right?” she mumbled.
Penelope sighed with relief when she heard him say that word.
“We just… got a warning,” he added.
“Warning?” she repeated, and let herself drop on the couch in her room, her mind busy trying to come up with ideas of what kind of ‘warning’ could worry Derek so much. But she came up empty.
“What kind of warning?” she finally asked.
He didn’t say anything – just handed her a picture.
Staring at the picture in her hand, Penelope felt a cold shiver running down her spine. It was a picture of her, sitting in front of a computer. It cost all her self-control not to let Derek see that her hands were shaking when she turned the picture around.
Stop chasing me! was the message on the back.
“We believe he hacked your computer, and this is the proof,” Derek said.
Penelope frowned. This was impossible. He couldn’t have hacked her computer without her baby noticing it. He couldn’t be that good.
It was hard to concentrate with Derek sitting so close to her, though. Penelope closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. God, this man smelled even better than he looked.
“He didn’t hack my computer.” It was hard to form a meaningful sentence – and yet, she moved just a bit closer to him. He was like a magnet.
Focus, Penelope! Focus on the picture!
Pointing at the background, she told him, “This is his hiding place. He certainly didn’t even need to hack the computer to take this picture of me.”
She saw Derek frown – and then he closed his eyes for a moment, certainly wondering why he hadn’t seen what she’d just told him. “So he’s been watching us the whole time,” he stated.
“But only in his place,” Penelope specified. Frowning, she wondered why this guy hadn’t even tried to hack her computer. If he wanted to scare her, if he wanted to warn her and tell her that he was watching her, why on earth didn’t he hack her computer then?! Or at least the CCTV system?!
“Maybe he isn’t as good with computers as I thought he was,” she mumbled.
Derek turned to frown at her. “What do you mean?”
She was puzzled for a moment, before realizing that she had actually said the words out loud. “Well, he hasn’t tried to hack my computers so far,” she explained, turning a little to look at him.
God, she could get lost in these eyes for the rest of her life. He was so close to her that she could almost feel his breath against her skin. She only needed to lean a bit forward to let her lips touch his.
Suddenly, the memory of what she had done the previous night while thinking about him returned quite vividly. God, if only she got the chance to find out if reality met her imagination. The thought made her chew on her lips. Just a few inches…
Stop it! Now!
“You would have noticed if he had.” Derek’s voice came from somewhere far away.
Penelope blinked, looked at him for a second, and then nodded.
Derek shifted next to her. He suddenly seemed uncomfortable. God, had he noticed that she had been staring at him? He couldn’t possibly know what she’d been thinking about, could he? Though, he was a profiler, after all…
“I won’t stop chasing him,” Penelope said, just to say something that ended the unbearable, almost embarrassing silence that had settled between them.
“I know,” he replied, nodding, and his face suddenly darkened.
Wait, was he actually worried about her?! Of course he was. He always was.
“Hey,” she said, grinning at him and nudging him with her shoulder. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ve got you to protect me, remember?”
“Yeah…” He just looked down, as if he tried to avoid her eyes.
Okay, that wasn’t exactly the reaction she’d expected. She’d expected him to tease back. He hadn’t. That either meant he was really worried about her – or he didn’t want to babysit her.
Penelope decided not to think about this question. She didn’t want to know the answer.
“Okay, so, if he tries to threaten me, it means he sees me as a threat, right?” Penelope frowned again. If only she knew why.
“Certainly, but it also means you’re in danger. We have to be careful. From now on, you won’t go anywhere alone.” Derek locked eyes with her, making the butterflies raise in her stomach again.
“It scares me when you talk like that,” she whispered. Especially when you look at me like this while saying it. But was she more afraid of the potential threat from the unsub, or of what alternate scenarios with her and Derek on this couch were playing in her head right now?
Derek reached out to gently stroke her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. “I’m worried about you,” he told her, making her heart jump, knowing that she still meant something to him. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but we really have to be careful.”
All she could do was nod, rubbing her upper arms to suppress a shiver that wanted to make her whole body shake. She still wasn’t sure if it was the thought of a killer being after her or Derek’s gentle touch that made her feel this way.
You really shouldn’t let him have such an effect on you! Yeah, but how could she not?
“You’re safe in here,” Derek assured her. “You got six armed FBI agents to protect you, after all.”
“Yeah, well, I still don’t really believe in guns, you know,” Penelope replied, rubbing her upper arms again.
“Hey, Baby Girl…” Derek waited for her to turn and look at him. “I won’t let anything happen to you, ever.”
“I know that.” She tried faking a smile, even though she didn’t feel like smiling at all. Her head was spinning, her feelings were a chaotic pulp of fear, love, desire, and a number of feelings she couldn’t name. “I’m just not used to situations like this.”
Derek nodded, certainly without knowing that she hadn’t only been speaking about being menaced by a serial killer. He looked at her, and his eyes got that strange expression again, making Penelope’s heart beat faster. If only she knew what he was thinking about.
A serial killer, Penelope, what else? Stop dreaming!
“Try to get some sleep now,” he said, suddenly jumping up from the couch. “Call me if you need anything.”
Okay, that was strange. “Um… sure,” was all she managed to say as she watched him leave.
Sighing once again, Penelope got up from the couch and turned to crawl back into her bed, but she froze in the middle of the movement.
A figure dressed in a black hoodie was meddling with the clasp on the window to her room.
For a moment, she couldn’t move, couldn’t say or do anything, couldn’t even breathe.When her voice finally came back, all she could really do was scream.