AN: Well, hello everyone! First I want to thank you all for the support you always give me with my stories. I want to let everyone know up front: this will not be like my other ones; there will be no angst, maybe a little drama, but zero angst. This is going to be a pure fluff, a lot of humor and sexy times, between Derek and Penelope. I just wanted to give the warning before you read it. Also, no worries on the other stories. I have been on a roll with writing chapters so everything should be updated soon. I wanna thank everyone that encouraged me to do this story, being that it is not my normal kind of story I needed a push to actually post this. So thank you evgrrl09, ceecee333, and freelysheroams.

Please heed the warnings above.

Penelope looked at her purchase she made the night before and squealed with delight. Normally she wouldn't have spent so much money- nearly half her paycheck- on something so materialistic, but when she walked by the shoe shop and those four and a half inch, bronzed, rhinestone infused beauties called out to her, she had to stop and take a look.

She swore up and down that they called her name with "Buy me" added to it. She felt like she was in one of the Pier One commercials where the object talks to the person. It was a pretty awesome feeling, knowing heels were calling out to her. What kind of person would she be to leave them behind, to go to some owner that wouldn't take care of them like she would?

So she picked out the perfect outfit for today that would show off her new accessories, she didn't care it they were more suited for the club, she was going to wear them.

She looked at her alarm clock. "Shit!" she exclaimed. She had been staring at her heels like a lovesick puppy for so long she didn't realize what time it was. If she didn't get out of the door in less than five minutes she would be late again. Hotch already told her if she was late anymore this month, he was going to write her up for it. Apparently the brass had been coming down hard on him about her tardiness when there was no case.

She quickly finished getting dress. She kept the accessories to a minimum today; she really just wanted to show off her new babies. She grabbed her bag and headed over to her front door. Regrettably, she made the mistake of looking at the clock again and her heart nearly stopped. She needed to be in work in less than ten minute.

She ran out of the door, the best she could in her overly high heels, but stopped when she made it to the front to the stairs.

"Dang it," she said angrily. "I need to lock the dang door."

She turned with a hurry to go back to her front door, but somehow the back of her heel fell off the top step.

Before she knew it, she was tumbling down the full flight of stairs hitting every single step as she went. It felt like hours as she hurled down the stairs. She now finally understood why people say, something that only takes seconds could feel like hours as if in slow-motion as the event was happening.

She crumbled at the bottom of the stairs, excruciating pain shooting through her whole body. It was so bad she thought at one point she was dying.

After what seemed like an hour, lying there in pain, but in reality was only about five minutes. She was able to get her wits about her. She knew she needed to call for help. Thankfully, she saw her phone, that was only a few inches from her, so she reached with her unhurt arm to grab it.

She looked at the broken screen, tears coming to her eyes, but she was able to punch in 911 on her phone.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

Penelope closed her eyes as the pain shot through her. "I need help, please!"

Penelope sat in the room that was designated to her after being admitted into the ER, staring at her heels in the clear bag with all of her other belongings. She had now been at the hospital for nearly four hours.

Once she was settled with painkillers, she had one of the nurses call Hotch to let him know she wouldn't be in for the day. But she asked for them not to tell him how she had fallen. She could just see her boss' face if he found out she missed a step because she was running late and she couldn't stop staring at her brand new heels.

Those new heels that she was now staring at in the bag. Why do you have to be so beautiful? she thought to herself as she looked at the heels.

Not only did they cost me an arm and a leg…. they actually cost me my arm and my leg, she continued thinking as she looked down at her arm and leg now in casts.

There was a knock at the door and when she turned to the noise she was meet with the peeved demeanor of Derek Morgan. "Oh shit!"

"Oh shit is right, Penelope," he said as he walked into the room. "Why didn't you call me? I had to hear from Hotch you were in the hospital, and then right when I was about to ask what happen I got a call asking to come in because I'm your emergency contact. Funny thing was the nurse got the impression you didn't want anyone to know, but they were forced to call me to sign some paperwork."

"I… umm…" she started but then stopped when he moved closer to the bed looking at her arm and then her leg.

"What the hell happened, Baby Girl?" he asked with concern as he looked at her arm and leg now in casts.

Everything finally started to hit her at once. She had fallen to what she thought was her death, and was now in a hospital, a place she hated. "I – I- I had an accident," she cried out, letting the tears fall. She felt embarrassed about falling in the first place, but now Derek had gotten annoyed with her. And one of these painkillers was making her see two of him. This was not going well.

"Oh, baby," Derek murmured, moving closer to her. He grabbed her unhurt hand and lightly squeezed it. "Shh, it's going to be okay."

"N-n-n-no, it's not. Hotch is prob-probably pissed I didn't come in. I've made a foo-fool out of myself and no-now you're mad at me!" she cried.

"Baby Girl, I'm not mad at you, I was worried. I don't like getting calls like that. It scares me when something happens to you," he tried to explain.

"Bu-but you yelled at me!"

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. He didn't miss the wince. "I'm sorry I yelled. Can you tell me what happened? What did the doctor say?"

Just then there was a knock at the door, making both of them turn to see what was going on.

"Ahh, Miss Garcia, I see you finally have someone here," her doctor said as he made his way into the room. The first thing he did was shake Derek's hand. "You must be a Derek Morgan, Miss Garcia's emergency contact. I'm her doctor, Thomas Murphy. We needed you to sign her discharge papers, because she isn't allowed to sign any legal documents with the pain medication she is on. You know, standard practice when giving stronger pain meds to a patient."

"Thank you for calling me," Derek said, glancing back at Penelope.

"Miss Garcia's injuries to her leg and arm were pretty significant, not to mention the bruised ribs, and gash across her head. She will be pretty immobile for quite some time. It'll be even more difficult seeing as she broke her left arm, and her right leg."

"How bad are the breaks?" Derek asked.

"Her arm isn't as bad. She will probably only need that cast for a few weeks. However her right leg broke in three different places. She's going to have the cast for long time, and once she get's it off she will need to have physical therapy sessions."

"I'm right here! You don't have to talk like I'm not in the room," she said angrily. She lowered her voice. "Stupid fucking, gorgeous ass heels."

Derek turned his head around to look at her. "What did you say?"

"Ahh, Miss Garcia hasn't told you how she fell down the full flight of stairs yet has she?" Dr. Murphy said with a smile as he glanced at the heels in the bag on the chair. "Anyway, Miss Garcia is going to need someone to look after her. Even the most basic of tasks are going to be difficult. It says here she is left handed and because of that she will have to relearn how to use her right hand." Dr. Murphy looked at Penelope, before speaking. "It says you live alone here. I would recommend staying with a friend or having someone stay with you. You'll be in a wheelchair until your arm is healed enough you can use crutches. You will also need someone to go around your house and make it wheelchair accessible, if you'll be staying there."

Penelope's eyes went wide. "But I can't have anyone take care of me. I don't have anyone that can take the time-"

"For real, Penelope?" Derek asked cocking his head to the side, "You know damn well you'll be moving in with me. First there are no stairs to get into my house and there is a guest bedroom on the first floor-"

"I can take care of myself," she huffed, throwing her arms in the air to show her frustration, but in doing so, she ended up causing pain to shoot through her.

Derek raise his eyebrow at her.

"Miss Garcia, you are going to be in pain, and you will need someone that can help you do the basics in life." Dr. Murphy tried to explain again.

Penelope held her hurt arm while she looked at Derek and then back at the doctor. "Fine."

AN: Should I continue in this not very PolHop story? Lol. Let me know what you think.