Derek Morgan glanced up to see Penelope Garcia come into the BAU. Her walk was purposeful, not her normal, bouncy gait, and she looked frustrated, angry even, two words he'd rarely used on her before. Catching her eye, he gestured her over.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" he asked, shooting one of his trademark, GQ model, grins.

"Just because I'm not all happy go lucky, does not mean something is wrong, I am just peachy," she said, spinning on her heel.

"Alright ea-sy, sorry I asked," he said, taken aback.

She turned back, "Since you're obviously not going to let this go, Kevin and I had a fight,"

Derek fought the urge to say, "another one," Garcia and Kevin seemed to have been fighting more than anything else in the last several months. The only thing surprising about this one, was how upset it had her.

"Ahh, what about?"

"Stupid stuff," she said falling into the chair beside his desk, "He doesn't think I'm devoted enough to our relationship, that I'm more devoted to the team than him. He even went as far as to say I was too devoted to the team."

Derek found himself incredibly annoyed at Kevin Lynch, of course she was devoted to her team, she'd been a part of it for five years, they were her friends, her family. To say she was too devoted to them was the same as saying Derek was too devoted to his family back in Chicago. Sure he could, should probably, visit them more, but he was still fiercely protective of them, and that protectiveness extended to his team, his second family. He placed a hand on her shoulder,

"You know that's crazy talk right?" he asked, then added in hopes of cheering her up, "You can never be too devoted to me," he teased, with another smile.

"Of course I can't, hot stuff," she said, a smile finally forming on her lips. "He just pisses me off."

"Garcia!" they both looked up to see Hotch standing at his office door.

"Duty calls," she said, pulling herself out of the chair. "By the way," she said glancing back over her shoulder, "You should let me show you just how devoted I can be sometime,"

"You better be careful, baby girl, I just may take you up on that," he said with a laugh, before turning back to the report he was filing.

He knew that Hotch calling Garcia meant they most likely had another case, they'd been coming all too frequently lately. The travel and inconsistency was the reason he didn't have serious relationships with women, the reason he was a bit of a player. He'd seen what the job had done to Hotch's marriage, his wife Hailey had walked out, taking their son Jack with her. Hotch struggled to maintain a relationship with him. JJ had been luckier, her long term boyfriend, Will, a detective she'd met on a case in New Orleans, had moved to Virginia and the two had a small son, Henry

His thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Spencer Reid. Spencer was the closest thing to a "best friend" that Derek had, and the only other member of the team who'd so far managed a steady relationship. If you'd asked him six months ago, Spencer was the last person he would have chosen to end up in a serious relationship. Not that he was a bad guy, he just lacked experience. Eighteen year old Elizabeth Thomas had been a victim that Spencer had saved over six months ago, and now he was seemingly head over heels for the girl.

"Hey kid," he greeted, using his entrance as an excuse to put off the report again.

"How are you this morning, Derek?" Spencer asked looking up from the paper work he'd already started on.

"Good, what about you?" he'd barely got the question out when Agent Jordan, who was filling in for JJ while she was on maternity leave, came down the stairs.

"Conference room everybody, we've got a case,"

In a flurry of movement, Derek and Spencer, followed closely by Emily Prentiss, were on their feet and moving to the stairs. Hotch already sat at the head of the table, with Rossi at his left, Emily took the seat beside Rossi, while Derek and Spencer sat across from them. Jordan stood at the overhead projector and brought up the first picture, a police officer, he was dead.

"I just got a call from the Pheonix, Arizona PD, In the last four days, three cops have been murdered, all shot in the neck and found without their badges."

"Trophies," Rossi said, knowingly.

Derek found himself staring at the photos, a previous cop, the case hit home for him. He finds his thoughts back to the same ones he was having earlier, family. He hadn't worked in Pheonix, but it was all the same, these people weren't just your coworkers, they became family, brothers in arms.