Hurt...

Chapter 1

Hello M/G lovers! I know we have all taken a blow with the events of the show. But let's keep the fandom for this pairing alive. May the Morgan/Garcia ship forever reign!

Penelope Garcia sighed with a heavy heart as she passed her best friends' former office. It was the end of the work week and the team had actually been able to stay at the BAU for a few days, finishing paperwork and other case related items. Penelope let her mind wander briefly to the times when she would stop by her Hot Stuff's office, offering up a DVD, bowl of popcorn, and of course her high heels latched on to one of her fingers. It was that sight that used to make Derek Morgan smile, close up his files, and toss his pencil out of his hands on his way out the door to hang out with his Baby Girl.

Key word: used to.

Penelope leaned up against the threshold and looked in at the empty desk, with no pictures of his mother, sisters, or herself scattered about. No unfinished files waiting for his near-perfect script. No hot chocolaty goodness parked in his office chair, smiling up at her with all of his god like charm. No warmth, no safety. No. Nothing.

"Stop it, Penelope!" she scolded herself quietly as she reached up to wipe away a tear. It had been 6 months since Derek Morgan had left the BAU. Some days it felt like longer than others. Then some days Penelope would pinch herself, trying to see if she would wake up from this weird twilight zone of a dream. But, the only thing a pinch would do is leave a red mark on her ivory skin.

Sure, Penelope knew the reasons why Derek left. After having been tortured himself, and then having your wife and child almost die from a gunshot wound, who wouldn't want to get as far away from the one thing that seemed to bring your life the most hell? But then again, Penelope also couldn't help but wonder why anyone would want to leave the one thing that also helped bring him satisfying joy. Catching the bad guys. The team. And then, well, her.

Sometimes life sucks like that.

Finally pulling herself away from the threshold, Penelope turned in the direction of the bull pen to see who from the team was still left. On the way, Penelope thought about the other reason Derek had left. His son. She couldn't lie, she thought the world of little Hank Morgan. She was the godmother, after all. Although she had a sneaking feeling that Savannah had only let her hold that title for Derek's sake. Which was weird since Penelope didn't think they had any qualms. Savannah had looked out for her when she had a little too much to drink the night she was finally released from witness protection. Of course, Penelope did go on a little bit of an affectionate spree that night, telling everyone she loved them, including Derek. Probably not one of my finer moments Penelope thought as she entered the glass doors of the bull pen, to see Reid and JJ packing up their things to go home.

"Hello my lovelies!" said Penelope as she went to perch on the end of Reid's desk.

"Hey, Garcia." Reid said quietly. It seemed like ever since Derek left, Reid had become a lot quieter.

"Hi, Pen." JJ smiled as she put her bag on her shoulder. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean, Jayje?" Penelope asked, confused.

"I mean, you look like you were thinking about something extra hard before you came in here."

"She's right, Garcia." Reid chimed in.

"How do you figure that, my inquisitive ones?"

"For starters, your eyes, PG." JJ started. "They're a dead giveaway."

Penelope frowned. "A give away for what?"

"We can tell you've been crying," Reid said simply. "Science show that when tears are—"

"Damn profilers," Penelope muttered.

"Thank you, Spence. I think she gets it," JJ said as she pat Reid's shoulder, who shrugged. "So, what's got you down?"

"Don't make me say it, JJ," Penelope pleaded, as she adjusted her glasses. After receiving a pointed look from the two before her, she continued. "Okay, I miss Morgan. Happy now?" she said as she threw her hands up.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Reid asked, eyeing her.

"What?"

"Have you tried talking to him? Texting him? I'm sure he misses you, too," Reid said simply.

"Yeah, I mean it's been what, 6 months?" JJ started. "I mean surely you've tried to talk to him since he left?"

"Humph!" Penelope scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "Talking is a two way street, JJ. My phone hasn't exactly been blowing up with texts from Sir Hot Stuff."

"Maybe," JJ started and looked at Reid who nodded. "Have you thought that he is just trying to give everyone time to adjust?"

"I don't think I'll ever adjust to him not being here," Penelope said quietly. "I know the reasons why he did it was because of that little baby boy, but still…" she trailed off. "I'm still having a hard time with him not being here. And you guys can't tell me you aren't either."

"No, it hasn't been easy," Reid spoke up. "But that doesn't mean Derek isn't still our friend. Sometimes friends need a call in order to get them back on track," he said he motioned to the cell phone Penelope was holding. She looked at her phone and then back at the two before her.

"This wouldn't be some kind of Garcia intervention technique, would it?"

Both Reid and JJ looked at each other, then back at Penelope and shrugged.

"Fine!" Penelope exclaimed, feeling the pressure. "I'll extend the first olive branch, satisfied?" Reid and JJ shared another look and nodded. "Thanks. You two have been so helpful," Penelope said as she got up and turned to leave the pair in the bull pen.

"Do you think this will work?" asked Reid.

"Spence, it has to work. I don't like seeing Garcia like this and I know Morgan misses her."

"Wait how do you know that?"

"I, may, talk to him," JJ said, trying to avert eye contact. "From time to time." Reid smiled slightly.

"Me, too," he answered. "At least once, if not twice a week."

The pair smiled at each other, then moved to go home for the evening.

Penelope put off calling Derek right away. Giving her the drive home to her apartment to think.

Okay she thought. What should I even say when I get a hold of him? Penelope thought and shook her head as she turned into her drive way. Hi ya, Morgan! Sorry I haven't kept in touch with you, even though you are my bestie. My partner in crime. My chocolate Adonis whom I adore. Penelope rolled her eyes as she got out of her car and walked inside her apartment.

Oh, and sorry I have been an uber crappy godmother to my godson, whom I have only seen 3 times since the day he was born because you left! Penelope thought as she was broke out her thoughts when she slammed the door of her apartment behind her.

"Get a grip, girl," she told herself quietly. "I shouldn't call Derek when I must be repressing this much resentment," Penelope said as she went into her room to change, setting her phone down on the bedside table. When she was finished, she sat down on her bed and stared at the offending piece of technology.

"Okay," she said as she took a deep breathe. "Just call him. It's Derek. He loves you and you love him. We can fix our friendship to where it used to be, before he left." With determination, Penelope grabbed her phone and dialed the familiar number and waited for an answer.

Derek was walking around the nursery, bouncing little Hank in his arms.

"How's my buddy doing today?" he cooed to the baby. Hank just looked up at him and swatted his hands and made those adorable sounds babies make when they are content. "You've been a good boy, yes you have!" Derek had just gotten home from his new desk job, meeting Savannah on her way out for her night shift at the hospital. He admitted only to himself how now he wasn't too fond of her being gone most nights, mainly because Hank could be a handful at times. But Derek wouldn't trade being a daddy for the world. So he made his way up the stairs to scoop up Hank just as he was waking up from a nap, fussing a little. But after a diaper change, the baby was good to go. So Derek with Hank in tow, walked back downstairs to get Hank ready for a snack. Just as he had the baby in the high chair, Derek's phone went off with a familiar, but almost forgotten ringtone. After checking to make sure Hank was secure in his chair, Derek ventured to the key table by the front door of the house to retrieve his phone and answer it.

"Baby Girl!" Derek exclaimed happily as he adjusted the phone to one ear, picking up the mail off of the key table as he walked back towards the kitchen.

"Hey yourself, Baby Boy!" he heard Penelope say with equal enthusiasm to his own.

"Penelope, it's so good to hear your voice," Derek smiled as he made it back into the kitchen, stopping for a second to check over Hank, then grab his bag of cheerios to give to him off of the counter. Derek hadn't realized how much he missed Penelope until her heard her voice again. As he waited for her reply, he was still sifting through the mail that had come in.

"I know, Derek. It's good to hear you, too. How is my godson?"

"Growing like a weed. Here, say hello!" Derek said as he put the phone on speaker. "Go ahead, Baby."

"Haaank." Penelope cooed. "It's Auntie Penelope." Both laughed when Hank squealed at hearing her voice. "I miss you, Baby Boy. Yes I do!"

"I hope you miss this Baby Boy, too?" Derek asked. He sounded hopeful, but also afraid at her response.

"Of course, I miss you, Silly Boy. Without you, there's absolutely no eye candy here to satisfy me."

"Oh that is too bad Garcia," Derek started and smirked. "You know I always satisfy." He said as he came across a piece of mail addressed to Savannah in a manila envelope.

"Hot Stuff, don't say things like that in front of my godson!" he heard Penelope say, jokingly. But he became wrapped up in envelope in his hands. "Handsome? You still there?"

"Hmm?" Derek said, distracted. "Uh, yeah, Baby Girl. I'm still here. I'm just looking at the mail that came in today."

"Anything of particular interest?"

"I'm not sure. There's one here addressed to Savannah from Bethesda Hospital," Derek said, but was still puzzled.

"Maybe it's a bill statement? If you give me a minute, I can, um, look into their system and—"

"Thanks, Baby. But I don't think this requires your creative googling skills. Not yet anyway," he half chuckled. "I mean it's addressed to Savannah. The only thing I can think of is it's the results to the blood work she had done about 2 weeks ago, I think?" Derek said, although a mass of dread was starting to creep over him.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious. Why don't you open it to give yourself some piece of mind?" Penelope said, hopeful.

"Yeah," Derek started. "You're probably right." He then started to open the envelope. "I'm sure it's just telling us her levels are back to n-n-nuh—" Derek sputtered then stopped talking and dropped the phone, which fell with a loud clatter.

"Derek? Is everything okay?" Penelope asked, then she heard the baby start to cry. "Derek?! You're scaring me! Hello?! DEREK?!"

But Derek was gone. He couldn't hear Penelope yelling with concern for him. He couldn't hear Hank crying. He couldn't hear or pay attention to anything that was going on around him, except for the papers he was holding that he pulled out of the envelope.

The papers that stated that there was no way he could be the father of little Hank Morgan…

Oh no! What will happen next? Tune in to find out. Thanks for reading!