Hi! So I needed an angst filled story to make my muse happy so here it is. I haven't decided yet if this will be a M or a T rating so I will keep it as T right now, but it might change. If you have a moment let me know what you think. No worries friends, my muse is working on ALL my other stories.

Enjoy

Penelope scurried into her lair, making sure no one would see her. She did not need an audience for what could possibly be the worst or best moment of her life. She was thankful the team had been preoccupied enough to leave her alone for most of today.

She threw herself in her seat forcing the seat to glide along the floor almost hitting the wall. "Relax!" she scolded herself.

She moved so she was right in front of her computer, pulled out her phone to see how much longer she needed to wait. 2:23:08 minutes left until her life could possible change forever.

She put her head down taking a deep breath trying to control her nerves. God, how did this even happen? Worst part was she had no one to talk to about it. Yeah, she had JJ but she never talked to JJ about her real life issues. That was always left up to Morgan.

Some best friend he turned out to be.

She didn't even know what really happened between them. One moment they were best friends, the next some bimbo named Roxana was hanging all over him. It was like Morgan forgot he had a life outside of her. Sure, she was happy for him, but at what cost to her, or their friendship. Morgan threw her away like an old worn out toy.

Damn him! She tried to hold back the tears she could feel. How the hell was she supposed to deal with this if she couldn't even talk to her best friend? He's not your best friend anymore she reminded herself. Now he had Roxana.

What hurt her the most, was him dismissing her when she needed him. She couldn't count the number of times she'd let him spend the night after a particularly bad case, so he could vent. She never judged him or told him to leave, Hell, some nights after a case involving children he'd ask if he could sleep in the same bed as her, just so he could feel her warmth.

She was always there for him, but the one time she really needed him… nothing.

She should blame him for the predicament she was in right now. If he had just taken five minutes to let her talk she would have never gone to the bar.

"Hey Morgan, you got a minute?" she asked, a little timid. They hadn't really talked much lately but she really needed her best friend right now. Last night she had walked into Kevin's apartment only to discover he had been cheating on her for the better part of a year. It killed her inside, and she really needed to talk to Derek. He always made her feel better.

"Not really," he said, not looking up from his paperwork.

"Oh, I thought Hotch said we could leave the paperwork until Monday?" she tried again to get him to engage with her.

"Yeah, but If I get this done now, I won't have to do it later. I have a hot date with Roxana, and I want nothing to bring me down." He was quiet for a moment. "I just want to think of her and me alone all weekend with no one bothering us." When he said "no one", he finally looked at her.

She got it; she was able to take the hint. Alright, so Agent Morgan didn't want her to bother him anymore. Fine. "Sorry to bother you." She turned on her heel and decided a bar night was in order.

Her alarm on her phone going off caused her to jump bringing her back from her memory. Was she really ready for this? Well, she had no choice.

She looked down at the stick:

Fuck!

She closed her eyes for a moment but then jumped when she heard someone knock on her door.

"Hey Garcie," JJ's voice came into the room.

Garcia quickly moved the stick out of view and turned to her friend. "Hi Peaches!" She tried to sound as normal as possible. But really how normal could she sound?

"You coming with us, right?" the blonde woman asked, as she looked her friend up and down.

"I don't know, JJ. I have some things I need to take care of." Penelope was trying her hardest to bite back the tears she could feel pricking her eyes. She wished JJ would leave so she could figure out the next step she needed to take.

"Are you okay? You don't look okay," JJ commented, looking at the distressed look on Penelope's face.

"Yes, sweetie. I'm fine, I promise. I just need to get some stuff settled," she tried to reassure her friend.

"You can do that later. Right now, you're coming with us. We all need this, Pen. We have drifted apart so much recently." JJ walked over to her friend, pulling her up out of her seat. "Just look at you and Morgan. It's weird not seeing you act normal. We all need some relaxation and fun. Come on. We'll get sloshed and have the boys drive us home."

Garcia gave the best smile she could. How in the hell was she going to make it through tonight? "Alright JJ, if you insist I go, then let's get to it."

JJ took her arm happy Penelope was going to join them and headed towards the elevator where the team was waiting for them.

"You okay, Garcia?" Reid asked, looking at his friend, "You look kind of pale."

"I'm alright, Boy Wonder." She took his arm and looped it with hers something she used to do with Morgan as they made their way into the elevator. She made sure to avoid her ex best friends eyes, knowing he could read her like a book.

Morgan watched Penelope loop her arm around Reid's. He instantly stiffened. That was something she did with him, not Reid. And now look at her; she wouldn't even pass a glace his way like he wasn't good enough for her to look at.

He studied her face for a moment; he could feel something was wrong. He was always so in tuned with her, even after months of not speaking. Then he groaned. Damn it! No wonder why she took Reid's arm. He had been an ass to her countless times since he had gotten with Roxana.

He and Roxana were on their last legs anyway. She was too clingy, and if he were being honest, he missed Garcia. He only stopped talking to her when Roxana insisted on it. He didn't know why he went along with it, but Garcia had Lynch, so it didn't matter.

This ends tonight! He was going to get her back. He needed her in his life. He was stupid to push her aside. And if the looks of it said anything, Garcia needed him now more than ever. Reid was right she did look pale, and one could tell she was trying to hold back tears.

Garcia was sitting at the table trying to keep her composure for the night. She just needed to get through a couple of more hours, and then she could go home and let everything out.

"Hey Baby, I got you a drink," Morgan said, handing her a Fuzzy Navel, her favorite drink. She instinctively picked it up and brought it to her mouth ready to take down a huge gulp. However, before she did she remembered. She placed the drink back onto the table and looked up at the man who handed it to her.

"Thanks, Agent Morgan. But I do not need you buying me drinks tonight," she pushed the drink closer to JJ and got up to head to the bar.

She heard the sharp intake of breath from her former best friend. There was no way in hell she was going to willingly open her arms for him right now. Why? His bimbo Roxana couldn't come out, so now she would rank among his friends. Hell no!

Maybe it was still setting in and she felt like she needed to blame someone, but she was pissed at him. Even more than she was before. It was his fault she was in this state. If he had just talked to her she wouldn't have gone to the bar that night.

"Hi ya, sweet cheeks," Penelope flirted with their regular bartender. He was always willing to drop everything and get whatever she wanted.

"Hey, pretty lady. Havin' your usual?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in a while, not since that night you were dowin' the shots,"

That night was something she did not want to think about right now. "Uhh kinda," she stammered.

The bartender stopped what he was doing to look at her. "So what are you havin' if your havin' a 'kinda usual'?"

"A Fuzzy Navel…" she trailed off for a moment. "… a virgin Fuzzy Navel."