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Being Derek Morgan’s younger brother definitely had it’s perks, for instance, none of the high school bullies would even look your way with a brother like Derek. You were three years younger than him, but his reputation had you covered through the entirety of your highschool career. Well, it was a mix of your brother and your sister’s reputation if you were being honest. Although Derek likes to believe its all his doing. It’s always quite amusing when Sarah calls him out on his ‘bullshit’ as she always puts it.
You had taken two weeks off from a corporate job you hated to stay in Virginia and see your brother. You figured he was always going to California to visit, you figured it was about time you went to him. The two of you were close growing up and that hadn’t faded too much as adults, you’d like to think. So you’d booked the time off work, booked a hotel, and decided not to tell him. You knew he’d probably have a case anyway but it would be a nice surprise while it lasted.
You had dumped your luggage in your hotel room first before heading over to your brother’s place of work. The hotel room was nice enough, a double bed with a bedside table either side. The bed itself was nice, it had a white bed cover with a deep purple throw at the bottom. A desk on the far wall with a view out of the window. It had a dark wooden floor, an oak wardrobe. All in all, not too bad.
After scoping out the room you heading back into your car, turning on the radio before beginning to make your way to the FBI Headquarters. “Siri, call Penelope Garica,”
“Hello, oracle of all knowledge, how may I assist thee?”
“Well, I was wondering if Derek was on a case?”
“My chocolate thunder?” Penelope’s voice sounded through your phone. “Nope, he’s in the office doing some paperwork,”
“Good, I’m on my way to you now,” You reply. You’d messaged Penelope a few weeks ago informing her that you were going to be staying there for a few weeks.
“Hey, Stud Muffin,” Penelope greeted as you walked out of the elevator. You give her a grin.
“Hey, Penelope,” You chime, “Have you seen Derek anywhere? He doesn’t know I’m here, I thought I’d give him a nice surprise,”
“Well, my handsome, your brother is currently out on a coffee run,” Penelope said, “You should stick around, he should be back in a few anyway. You can come and sit with me in my office if you want!”
You gave a nod, hoping she couldn’t tell how nervous you felt. You see, you’ve had a crush on The Penelope Garcia for the last God knows how long. You had desperately tried to hide it from the moment you started developing feelings. Trying to squish them down, you were pretty sure she didn’t feel the same way about you and even if she did - she was Derek’s coworker and close friend. It was one of the unspoken rules: don’t date your siblings’ friends. And you weren’t about to break that rule. Not without your brother’s permission anyway. And you doubted that you actually had the balls to do that anytime soon.
“Do you know how long he’ll be?” You asked as you followed her to her batcave. “Not- Not that I don’t want to sit with you,”
Garcia gave you a smile as she continued walking, “Don’t worry, I know you love me, Hot Stuff,” She said with a smile, “He left about five minutes ago but Spencer ordered a fancy double espresso and Derek always get confused about my order, so about another ten minutes?”
You nodded. Ten minutes you could last ten minutes without crumbling and confessing your undying love. Jesus, undying love? 'When did I become that sappy?’ You asked yourself mentally rolling your eyes.
“Baby girl,” Derek announced, around ten minutes later, walking into her batcave with her coffee.
“Thank you my chocolate thunder!” Penelope cheered and turned round. You couldn’t help but smile at her happiness. As you turned around with her.
“Surprise,”
“(Y/N)!” Derek grinned, pulling you into an embrace, “What are you doing here?”
“I can go if you want,” You offered cheekily.
With a roll of his eyes, Derek continued, “Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be here?”
“For the surprise, duh, it isn’t a surprise if you know about it,” You sassed.
“How long are you staying for?”
“About two weeks,”
“Come on, let’s go tell the rest of the team you’re here,” Derek said. Penelope grinned, grabbing your hand to lead you there. God you hoped your hands were clammy. You also hoped that Derek (or anyone else) wouldn’t pick up on your little crush for Miss Garcia.
“Look who it is!” Emily grinned seeing Penelope pull you into the bullpen, you gave them all a small wave. “How have you been?”
“Alright I suppose, being Derek’s brother is always tiring,”
“I can imagine,” Emily laughed.
“Tiring enough working with him,” JJ joined in.
“Alright, alright,” Derek chuckled, before turning to you, “I have to go to a meeting, but we will talk as soon as I get out okay? We’ll think up some plans, alright?”
You gave a short nod, sitting yourself down at Derek’s desk whilst he walked off to attend his meeting. You were tempted to rearrange everything - knowing it would annoy him when he got back. Deciding to go for it, you swapped the pen at his desk with one from the bottom drawer, you turned the first page of the file he was working on upside down. And then, just for good measure, you unscrewed the light bulb of his desk lamp and hid it in his bottom drawer.
“You up to mischief?” Rossi asked, you looked up seeing the familiar Italian man and beamed.
“Not if you’re going to tell Derek,” You grinned.
“Of course not,” Rossi said, placing his hands in the air. “Just wanted to let you know he’s very particular about the way his monitor is tilted,” Your grin widened, and messed around with the screen for a second before leaning back, proud of your work. They seemed like simple things, but they would annoy your brother when he realised.
“Hey (Y/N),” Spencer acknowledged as he walked into the bullpen, “When did you get here?”
“About twenty minutes ago?” You said. “I think,”
Derek walked out of the meeting around twenty minutes later, “Come on, let’s go somewhere to work out what we could do for your stay,” Derek said, leading you to the round table room.
Eventually, you both had sorted out a rough schedule, drinks tonight, binge watching die hard tomorrow, Rossi’s family cooking lesson that Tuesday, then drinks again on Wednesday, depending on Derek’s case workload. And you could sort out the rest after Wednesday.
“Alright, well, I shall leave you to your work,” You said with a tight grin, making your way to the door.
“Pump the brakes,” Derek said as you tried to walk past him, you sigh and stop, turning to him.
“Yes?”
“What’s going on with you?”
“Me?” You asked, pointing to yourself, “Nothing’s going on with me,”
“I don’t need to be a profiler to know you’re lying, (Y/N),”
You let out a groan as you sat down in one of the chair, “Okay, fine,” You huff, “I’ll tell you, but no questions or comments until the end,”
“Okay,” Derek said, rolling his eyes slightly.
“Don’t - Don’t laugh or anything, I would never do anything because she’s your friend and I’m not that sort of brother,” You rambled before forcing yourself to take a deep breath. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with Penelope,”
Derek’s eyebrows shoot up, he battles to fight off the smirk that begins to grow, followed by the chuckle. “That’s what’s got you so nervous?” When you nod he continued, “I don’t care if you date The Miss Penelope Garcia. In fact I encourage it. All I have had to hear from her is how cute she thinks you are. For the love of all things holy please, just ask the woman out,”
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“She’s your friend,” You state.
“And?” Derek asked.
“And I didn’t want you- I was… Nervous… about what you’d think,”
“Honestly?” Derek asked, when you nodded, he continued. “I think you’re great together. If you got together I’d be happy for you. If you hurt her, I’d definitely smack you. If she hurts you, I’d maybe give her the cold shoulder for the day,”
“So we’re good?” You asked, Derek rolled his eyes with a fond smile, patting your shoulder.
“We’ll always be good,” He said, “Now, go ask her out.”
(She said yes)