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Here's the third and final chapter of this little three shot! Thank you for all the reviews and I hope you like it :) Also, I was wondering if anyone had any songs they would like me to use in a short little one, two, or three shot. I'd love to take requests!

Penelope loved the feeling of being devoured by Derek. He started to push her towards the wall and she fell against it with an "umph!" Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades and she began to gasp as his hands slid up her sides and one of them squeezed too hard on her breasts. The speed of her heart began to accelerate rapidly and an erotic tingling began in the spot he'd started to suckle on her neck and slowly swam down to her core and all the way down to her feet. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she moaned as he hiked her short skirt up and thrust his hands under her panties. His hand came away coated in her juices.

"See Baby Girl?" he growled in her ear, kissing her pulse point. "You're soaked from just kissing me." He laughed, like he'd just proven a valuable point.

His statement made her come down from her high and angrily she pushed him away, tears in her eyes. "Get away from me, you asshole!" she cried. She kept herself up against the wall and glared at him.

He smirked at her. "You know your boytoy can't make you feel that way," he taunted.

She was blazing mad. "Why are you doing this to me?" she cried, tears in her eyes and anger covering her face. She couldn't believe him. Why would he toy with her feelings like this? How was she supposed to forget this? He would just go on with his life after this, fucking every woman he came across, but she would never be able to forget the feeling of his lips on hers and the heat of his skin beneath hers. "How can you toy with me like this?"

"Me toy with you?" he thundered. "That's rich coming from you. I tell you that I'm in love with you after you got shot, I stay with you to protect you until the bastard is killed, and you start dating Lynch! For four years you flirt with me, you tease me, and all the while you date him. If anyone's toying with anyone, it's you Penelope! I have had to spend four years with lesser women that I don't feel a thing for because you're constantly dating men like Lynch!" He shook his head. "I don't know why I bother. You clearly don't feel a thing but lust for me. I bet you'd fuck me and leave in the morning!"

It was obvious to her that he was serious. His stance and face had never been more sincere. But despite the clear truth in his voice, Penelope had never felt more wounded or more betrayed by him. "That's what you think of me?" she hissed almost inaudibly. Her heart was cracking at the seams and she knew with the right amount of pressure it would break entirely. "You think that I feel nothing for you? Derek, I love you more than anyone in the world! You mean everything to me! But how am I supposed to believe you feel anything for me? I'm not your usual type. And after what you just said to me, I find it very hard to see how you even knew me at all."

Derek could see he'd just broken her heart with his words. He knew then he'd been a damn fool. Rubbing his face, he tried to go forward to her, but she backed a way, a horrified expression on her face. "Penelope…"

"Don't touch me!" she sobbed. "Don't you dare touch me!" Every part of her body hurt from the terrible heartache she was feeling. She saw Derek's face was apologetic, but she didn't care. What he'd said had hurt her too severely. She sprinted from the hallway and ran back away, tears blurring her eyes as she made her way through the crowded bar. When she reached the table where the rest of the team was still drinking, she yanked her purse from her barstool.

JJ rose from her seat. "Garcie, what's wrong?" she asked, worried sick.

Penelope shook her head. "Just leave me alone, JJ," she wept. Jordan was staring at her with hate and she bent her head in shame.

"Where's Derek?" she spat. "Did you just –"

"Fuck off, Jordan," Derek said, coming up behind them. He glared at his girlfriend and tried to get closer to Penelope. "Penelope –"

"No! You fuck off you fucking chauvinist!" Penelope yelled, attracting the attention of some of the patrons at the bar. "Leave me the hell alone!" And with that she sped from the bar, hurrying to her car with tears pouring down her cheeks.

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Derek had never felt worse in his life. His insides felt empty and as everyone stared at him with mixed expressions on their face, most of them ranging from hatred to anger to disappointment.

"I messed up guys," he said dejectedly, bending his head in shame and rubbing his face.

"No shit!" Prentiss spat. "I ought to kick your ass, Derek Morgan."

"You want that ridiculous geek girl?" Jordan said, her hands on her hips and an angry expression on her face. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Brad just started to back away slowly. "I'll just leave you all to it," he said, slinking off. Apparently he wasn't too upset over Penelope's clear dumping of him. He'd already started chatting up another girl, buying her a drink and smiling suavely at her.

"I love her," Derek said, turning his stance towards Jordan. "So I suggest you shut your mouth about her. She's ten times the woman you are. She's kind, she's beautiful, she's –"

Jordan glared at him and shouldered her bag. "Go to hell and take your girlfriend with you," she said, stalking away from the group.

Now Derek had to face the remainder of the team. And their glares were all frosty enough to kill, even Reid's.

"Go fix this, Derek," Rossi said angrily. "And if you can't, know that I will personally ruin your life."

Derek nodded. "Good," he said, jogging out of the bar to get to Penelope's to pour his heart out and mend hers.

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Penelope sat with her knees pulled up to her chest on her couch and sobbed into her knees. She hated herself at the moment. She hated that she was in love with a man who didn't reciprocate it, she hated she felt unworthy because he didn't feel the same about her.

If the world had started to burn up around her, she would still be weeping in her apartment.

Suddenly a knock sounded from the door. It was pounded on, shaking her from her pit of self-pity.

"Penelope, open the door!"

His voice sounded urgent and desperate. Good! I hope he suffers!

The sound of a key in the door came in and she cursed. He had a key.

He entered and rushed towards her, kneeling in front of her on the couch, taking her hands and refusing to let them go even as she tried to yank them away. "Baby Girl, please listen to me!" he begged. "I'm so sorry for what you I said to you."

"You should be!" she shouted, still trying to pull away. "Do you really know me at all? How could you say those things to me?" Instead of attempting to yank her hands away this time, she shot up like a bullet from the couch. She ended up in his arms completely and she couldn't stop the tears from spilling from her eyes. "Let me go!"

He shook his head. "I can't do that, Baby Girl," he murmured. "I love you too much to do that."

"You don't love me you bastard!" she whispered weakly. "You're just trying to –"

She didn't get to finish; he grasped her face and kissed her fiercely, passion fueling his lips. Hard as she tried, she couldn't stop from falling under the spell of the kiss. When he broke it, he rested his forehead against hers. "I will spend the rest of my life apologizing for what I said," he murmured. "I love you. I love you so much. Please don't doubt it."

His kiss told her everything she needed to know. He did love her. "I love you too," she cried. He began to wipe the tears from her face. "I can't doubt it now." Already she was feeling healed. Her heart was mending.

"I'm glad," he said, kissing both her cheeks. He pulled her closer to his body and held her tightly.

All she did was lean her head against his chest and held him around the waist, never wanting to leave the warmth of his love.