Penelope rolls her bags into the large house, her eyes going wide at the sheer space she was going to be living in for the next few weeks as they tracked down the latest UnSub. Glancing over her shoulder she tosses Luke a shy smile, knowing that she was going to be spending the same amount of time living in this house with him, pretending to be his wife. She tries to tell herself that the fluttering in her stomach was just from nerves and not from the attraction she obviously felt for the man. He sighs heavily while placing the box he was carrying onto the kitchen counter and leans forward, sliding his forearms against the smooth surface. Penelope lets her fingers run along the countertop, the cool stone a shock from the sweltering heat of the Arizona sun. The woman was used to wearing rings on her fingers, but never this one as it always meant something more to her. The feeling of the two bands wrapped around her ring finger had caused her to spiral down a dark hole when she slid them on for the first time.

"So this UnSub..." Penelope begins, turning to face Luke in the vast kitchen. The counters were a white granite, a contrast to the light gray beadboard cabinets. She reaches out for the box that Luke had placed on the surface, dragging it slowly to her and opening it. She tries to get into character, watching as the movers...all undercover FBI agents moved about the house. "How long until he will make contact?"

"Within the first two days of the new couple moving in," Luke replies before turning back around. "I'm going to finish unpacking the car, darling." Penelope rolls her eyes at the comment, choosing instead to look down at the rings adorning her fingers with a slight smile. She had put up a fight at being asked to go out into the field in this capacity, asking Emily over and over again why it had to be her and not JJ, or herself, or Tara. Because surely they were all better qualified to take down this UnSub...in the end Emily had stated that it wasn't up for discussion, that the pairing had been well thought out based on the UnSub's type, and she would become Mrs. Luke Reyes until the man who was committing senseless murders was captured.

Penelope acted, yes in the theater, and pretending to fawn over Luke would be easy enough for her to fake. It was the cohabitation that was giving her pause. For all intents and purposes, they were married, and there were pictures to prove it. Her eyes subconsciously glance over to the fireplace in the living room, a picture of her and Luke wrapped around each other at their wedding was proudly displayed in the center. If you stared at the picture long enough you could see past the beaming smiles to the stiff postures, the clenched jaws, the way she didn't completely lean into him the way a woman in love would do. It was the first picture they had taken together as a couple and the rest of the pictures that she had placed around the house weren't much better. Though they were getting there, she thinks to herself as she pulls the latest set out of the box on the counter.

Luke had his arms wrapped around her waist while staring down at her. Penelope's face was tilted up towards him with a wide smile stretched across her lips. The setting sun was shining on them, and Penelope couldn't see any stress between them. Luke had just told her a joke which she found hilarious. If she was being honest with herself, it was her favorite photo and after this case was closed she would be hanging it up in her living room. They were, after all, becoming friends before she was roped into this ridiculous sideshow.

"Pen," she jumps, her eyes refocusing on the picture she held in her hands and blinks quickly before turning her attention to the man. "This is Sean and Deborah Adams, they live across the street," Luke announces, walking back into the house with two boxes in his hands. There's a bead of sweat rolling down his face, Penelope zones in on the flexing of his muscles with a quick blush. Rushing forward she takes the top box from the man and places it on the counter. Forgetting the other people walking behind him, Penelope begins to chastise the man for not being able to see over the top of the boxes. She reaches up to wipe the sweat from his face, giving him a soft smile and then turns to the couple standing behind her husband.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," she tells them with a wide smile, leaning her head against Luke's shoulder as he slides his hand around her waist. Penelope finds that she doesn't flinch when Luke leans down to press his lips to her forehead, instead, she closes her eyes and lets the feeling of his lips against her skin overtake her.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," Deborah says, extending her hand out to Penelope.