A/N I do not own Criminal Minds. This is just a fun, little story!

Story Warnings: Sexual Situations and Coarse Language

Please, enjoy!

Cabaret with Chardonnay

Chapter: I

Suspect proceeded to disobey orders. He then drew his weapon…

Stifling a yawn, blinking the bleary exhaustion from his eyes, as he glared at the unfinished case report. Feeling the aggravated kink in his shoulders, he slowly rolled his neck back and forth; hating the pinched nerve of knotted tension.

Giving up on finding any relief, he glanced at the clock only to bit back a groan – it was nearly ten at night! The team had left hours ago and he was still trying to play catch up. Once again cursing his poor excuse of typing, though his lips quirked when Garcia's knowing smirk – those full, pouty lips tainted a dazzling ruby red; bright hazel eyes sparkling with coy mischief, flashed in his mind as she teased him…

Oh, Chocolate Adonis! Though your physique is like that of a Greek God, your computer skills are that of a mere mortal. I sure do hope you have better skills in bed!

She had leaned in close revealing a hint of that lovely fragrance, an enticing, earthy blend of rain kissed leaves and sweet orchids, as she purred into his ear. Her twinkling voice, which held a tempting lilt of playful seduction, had his already heavy dick twitching with awareness.

Gritting his teeth, as the vexing memory washed over him – reaching for his water, quickly swigging half of it down as he hastily tried to calm his nerves.

She's your best friend, Morgan!

And she has a boyfriend…

The chastising thoughts did little to ease the flurry of emotions that roared to life anytime his Baby Girl was involved. That flickering flame, which had been lit the moment he had first laid eyes on her, had yet to be diminished. If anything it had grown stronger, had become a resilient monster that gnawed at every fiber of his being – lingering, patiently waiting to reveal itself. Though every time he got the courage to act upon his feelings, something always came up.

Like Kevin Lynch!

What that mismatched, weasel looking dork had on him, he had no idea!

He has Penelope…

His mind cruelly taunted.

Rubbing the back of his head, he scooted closer to the desk, only to bang his knee on the sharp edge of the corner. Shouting a few expletives; his door was closed after all, he dragged the keyboard towards him and started punching in the rest of the report. Needing a mundane distraction to block the fiery redheaded Goddess out of his mind.

Fuck, he just had to think of her hair.

Those full, flouncy curls, soft like spun silk; always adorned with colorful flowers and sparkling gems, were mesmerizing. Twirling what was now, bright auburn locks, had become his favorite hobby over the years. Loving to thread them through his fingers while they cuddled up and watched a movie, or while they were sitting close together at a meeting – giving them teasing little tugs that had her glaring cutely over her quirky glasses.

Briefly wondering if he was a masochist at heart, as his mind betrayed him and those images, ones he conjured up late at night before he went to bed, flooded his senses. Naughty fantasies that had him encased in the slick, heated warmth of her body, as she undulated her hips above him, leaning her head back – those long curls, dancing across his upper thighs.

Shuddering with sensations, mouth embarrassingly salivating, he had to take a few deep, calming breaths. Realizing only twenty minutes had slinked by, he shut off his computer and started to gather his things. Grudgingly giving up on getting any more work done.

In fact, he hadn't been able to get much done these last few months. Not since Garcia had worn that cute blonde wig, and sexy black dress – pulling off the buxom, sexy secretary look, only she could do so effortlessly. It was that same day, when he had discovered her dirty little secret.

That Penelope Garcia was an actress, and even had her own starring role in a play.

To say he wasn't a tad bit miffed, would be a flat out lie. Not only had she kept this from him, but she had easily done so, which made him question his abilities as a profiler.

Remembering their conversation after that case; feeling her hands scratch the soft cotton of his shirt, lowering her voice, eyes sparking with fire, as she once again captured his undivided attention and drew him under that dangerous spell he was addicted to.

The distinct click-clacking of heels, zipping down the hallway, had him raising his brows in surprise. He thought she had left earlier with the rest of the team.

What was she still doing here?

Smiling, suddenly giddy with excitement, he dropped his stuff and swiftly made his way down the short distance to her lair. Giving a quick little knock, as he swung the door open. "Hey, Baby Girl-…" he started, only to be met with an empty room.

Stepping further inside, spotting her panda purse and fuchsia coat on the swivel chair, noticing all but one computer was off. He decided to perch himself on the cluttered desk and wait her out. Picking up a light-up saber pen, clicking it on, going through all the colors and flashing combinations, only to get bored and fiddle with her other knick knacks.

Looking at his watch, he was about to text her when his eyes caught something flashy sticking out of her purse. The small postcards looked familiar, and he grinned, realizing immediately what it was. Having gotten the same kind of advertisement for her last play, though admittedly the team had to beg her to let them go see her performance.

Oh, but this one was new. Glancing at the door, then at the card – biting his cheek, he quickly grabbed the card; eyes greedily scanning it.

It had a white background, and the only image was the back of a woman's legs, teased by a short leather skirt and strappy crimson stilettos. And he shucked in a breath – he knew those legs; had them etched into the darkest corners of his mind.

He was going to flip it over, wanting more details, when her heels echoed down the hallway. Quickly folding the card and shoving it into his pocket, he had but a second to catch his breath, cross his arms, and look up at the door.

Waltzing in, wearing a dove grey pencil skirt with little purple flowers printed on it and a matching ruffled blouse that framed those voluptuous breasts of hers beautifully. Grinding his teeth, when he noticed the lollipop in her mouth – the round curve of her cheek, causing him to clench his jaw as that familiar thrumming arousal snaked down his body and coiled in his gut.

Shaking his thoughts, he stood up. "There you are Sweetness!"

She shrieked, nearly dropping the box of gadgets and spitting out her sugary treat. "Jesus, Hot Stuff!" she cried, giving him a pointed look. "Ya gave this tech kitten a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry, mama," helping her steady the heavy box, as she bent over to toss the candy into the trash.

And he stared, enjoying the view of her flared hips and round, perky ass; discreetly looking away before she stood back up.

"I just unwrapped that too," she chastised, though her eyes had a teasing glint of amusement.

"I'll buy you some dinner," bringing her closer, tucking her underneath his chin – trying not to think about how perfectly she molded to him, or that she eagerly hugged him back and rested her head on his shoulder. "Our little diner is still open, and they have that deal tonight, on those strawberry waffle sticks you love so much."

Ignoring the heavy press of her breasts against his solid chest, he smiled when she moaned and nodded her head. "Oh, that sounds delicious! A perfect offering for this Oracle."

Slowly pulling away from him, she started to putter around the office, doing last minute things.

"What're you still doing here anyways?" eyes trailing down those long legs, admiring the black pumps, with the cute buckle around her ankle.

"Had to do a last minute search for Cooper's team," she sighed, shoulders slumping just the slightest, and he couldn't help but notice how tired she looked; beautiful, but sleepy.

Swallowing his tongue, when the top swells of her tits jiggled as she yanked on her coat; cursing his inability to focus, he stared at the wall behind her.

Stop it, Morgan! Get it together. She's not interested in you like that.

"Ready!" she chirped, rubbing her hands together.

"Always," he smiled, following her back towards his office so he could get his own things and lock up.

"So…" he began. "How have you been? Anything…new, or exciting coming up?"

Leaning against the doorway as she waited for him, giving him a weird look. "Umm, no. Not really."

Though he was paying attention, had watched as she nibbled on her lip, eyes darting everywhere but his face, and he knew…she was lying. And then he smiled. He did love a challenge after all.

"Why…why do ask?" plastering a wide grin on her face, cheeks tainted with an adorable rosy blush.

"Just wondering," shrugging his shoulders, as he walked back towards her and switched off the lights.

"Oh," moving over so he could lock the door, they slowly made their way to the elevators. "What about you? Any hot dates?" she laughed, though it seemed forced.

And he frowned, hating that she always assumed he was looking for his next flavor of the week – though he knew she was teasing and didn't believe him to be the player his reputation had created for him. He did however, want her to know, that the only woman he wanted in his bed, was her. Had always been her. Though they seemed to be on different pages, as he was reminded once again, as to why he couldn't have her as she started to nervously ramble when he took too long to respond.

"Kevin took me to this little café brunch a few weeks ago," her voice sounded strained, telling him she wasn't revealing the whole truth. "I had this amazing tomato basil sandwich."

"You and Lynch on the rocks," hoping his voice didn't sound as eager as he felt.

She pressed the button on the elevator and narrowed her gaze. "I hate profilers," she pouted, adjusting the strap of her purse as she teetered next to him.

He chuckled, giving her a look, letting her know he was waiting.

Rolling her eyes and looking away. "We've been arguing a lot lately. And he's been acting all weird. I think he's planning something," she shuddered, took a breath and continued. "I think, he's thinking about the long term…" she trailed off, staring at the doors as they swished opened.

Biting his lip, trying to tamp down that flare of jealously, though the fact she didn't seem enthusiastic by that idea, had him trying to hide a grin. "You…uh, you thinking about breaking up?"

She sighed, buttoning up her coat as they headed towards their vehicles. "I've been thinking about it. But he's so sweet, and we've been dating for so long now, and…" she waved her hand frantically around in front of her. "I just, don't do well with change."

He smiled. He already knew that.

Feeling that fluttering excitement; sensing an opportunity that had been so evasive these last few years, sneak back into his grasp. Knowing he had to be careful, and play his cards right. He couldn't fuck it up again.

They made it to her orange beast of a vehicle and she fumbled around in her purse, trying to find her keys, and he raised a brow – having told her the safety precautions of being by herself this late; the dangers of taking too long to get into her car.

"Ah, hah!" she smiled, pulling the sparkling lanyard out with a handful of trinkets, only to curse as those postcards scattered across the floor. "Oh, shit!" she cried, quickly bending over and gathering them up.

She shoved them into her purse, blowing bangs out of her face – cheeks now flushed scarlet, as she stood there looking guilty.

"What are those?" he purred, lips pursed with satisfaction.

"Nothing," walking around her car, struggling to unlock the doors.

Clucking his tongue, dropping the box of gadgets onto the trunk, he stared at her. "Are you in a play?"

She shook her head, curls bouncing around her shoulders, as she flung her door open and started dumping things inside.

"So I'll meet you at LouAnn's" she giggled, eyes slanted; telling him to drop the questioning.

He nodded his head, handed her the box – giving her a quick peck on the forehead, before heading towards his own SUV. "See you in fifteen!"

Sitting in the front seat, he watched as she drove off, and then finally pulled the advertisement back out from his pocket. Fingers unconsciously tracing the image of her legs, before catching himself and then quickly turning it over.

Discovering that the play opened up next weekend, and was recommended for an adult audience.

Oh, Garcia, you little minx!

Shaking his head, he started up his car; praying that they didn't get called out on a case, because Derek Morgan, was not going to be missing his Goddess in action.

To be continued…