#Garvez Drabbles

Surprise!

"Luke."

Luke grunted in response, before taking another sip of his beer. He honestly couldn't think of a better way to spend the evening. He had a cold beer, a good movie, and both of his girls. Life was great, which wasn't always the case for him. His job caused a lot of stress, and it was rare that he was able to fully relax, but the last three weeks with Penelope had been everything that he'd hoped they'd been. It helped that they'd only had local cases so far, which meant that even though they weren't working together anymore, they were able to spend a decent amount of time together.

"Do you miss it?" Penelope sat up, "The fugitive task force? Being a lone wolf, all undercover?"

Luke sat his beer down on the coffee table, if he was being honest with himself, he missed being undercover almost every day. Undercover work had helped him adjust after being discharged. He could become a new person with each case, and he never had to sit around and deal with his problems. It was easier than staying in one place and gaining connections, but it was also lonely. Part of him craved to be alone sometimes, but an even bigger part of him enjoyed the family he'd found within the B.A.U.

"Sometimes, but I love having something to come home to." Luke responded, his eyes briefly flickering to meet Penelope's, before training themselves back on the television.

Penelope nodded, allowing the room to go silent, beyond the sound of the television. That was fair enough. Penelope had been at her new job for almost a month now, and while she enjoyed it, something was missing. Luke must've picked up on his apprehension because he grabbed the remote and flicked off the TV.

"Alright out with it." Luke responded, pulling Penelope into his lap, "What's up?"

Penelope shrugged, blowing out a frustrated sigh, "I don't know. I've just been thinking about things."

Luke's finger's ghosted over Penelope's arm, causing a shiver to run straight through her spine. "Mhm, would this have anything to do with the new job? I know you've been having a rough time adjusting..."

Penelope through her arms around his neck, before making eye contact with him, "I know things are going to be different, I prepared for that, but I miss the work I used to do. I mean I know I'm still doing work for the greater good and I know that what I'm doing is important. It just doesn't feel like enough." Penelope sighed, "I dunno'. I probably sound ungrateful, because the job is great! Really, I mean I get weekends off, it's a huge pay raise, and I get to leave the office at a decent time. People would literally kill for this job."

"But..." Luke interjected, "It, just isn't you?" He asked, a small smile gracing his lips.

"God, I hate profilers. Why do you always have to know things?" Penelope pouted, "Does wanting to go back make me a weirdo? Is it sick that I miss it?"

Luke shook his head frivolously, "No, no. You worked there for over fifteen years, you saved lives for a majority of yours. It makes sense that you miss it."

Penelope nodded, it was completely rational that she missed it, she just never thought she would. "You know, I never thought I'd miss it. I thought that as soon as I left, I'd feel different, lighter. When I first started all, I could dream about leaving, but now..."

"You've changed. You're not the same woman that you were all those years ago. You've been through a lot and you've grown so much because of it." Luke reassured her.

"I know that, really, I do. It's just that I've always been a person to run away from danger, away from evil, and now I feel like running towards it." Penelope shrugged, "Ignore me I'm just rambling. Going in circles."

Penelope rolled off of Luke's lap, grabbing one of the couch pillows and pressing it firmly over her face. She was having an existential crisis, and her relationship with Luke was way too new for this conversation.