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I'm going to try and be as historically accurate as possible so if I make any mistakes I apologize in advance. By the way, I've been trying to find out what Garcia's age is on the show and for some reason I can't find it, therefore in this story I'm going to make her…24, sorry but that's how is it unless I hear different.

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"Love is eternal; it lives on even when our souls leave our bodies. Love then lives on in the stars above."

Prologue- 1915, somewhere in the trenches on the northern western front in France:

Peter has been in the trenches for almost a year now. Peter was nearly 25 years old and was from England, a small town boy with a passion for books and strong spirit for his country. The trenches were a living hell, it smelled of rot and other things he wouldn't want to know. The muddy water went up to his ankles, soaking his socks. His uniform was damp but his pack and helmet was dry. His gun was in his hands and his figures were always next to the trigger. His black hair was a bit longer and more unkempt then when he first came to the trenches. His pale skin was littered with scars and dirt. His cold blue eyes were now devoid of all passion and hope. Working as mostly a laborer all his life, he was a strong man in fact he would make the new soldiers look like children. He longed to see the countryside of his dear homeland again. To smell the sweet scent of hay and flowers that flowed through the air in early spring, when he and his father would move the hay out to feed the cows. But what he missed the most was his dear mother, her loving smile and soft brown eyes. He prayed that he would live to see her again and that she was still alright.

For some reason they have been sitting around for about a month and a half. Neither side moving or waiting for someone to make a move. A stalemate perhaps? Either way it didn't really matter to him what was going on, he just wanted to go home. He moved away from the wall of mud and dirt, making sure that he was not peaking over the trench. If he did, he would find a bullet in his skull. He moved to the inside of one of the many tunnels that scanned for miles. Inside he saw one of his friends, Tim Grayson, another Englishman. He was sitting in the corner of the small room that looked to be barely held up by the wood panels and rock that was set in place. Some lanterns lit up the darkened room.

"Hey Tim…why are you in here" he asked. Tim looked up, his face streaked with tears, "I got a letter from my wife…our baby was born today…I didn't get so see my own daughter be born…I'm just…well…afraid that I'll never get too…"

Peter stared at him for a long time…he knew exactly how it felt. The extreme uncertainly and fear of dying alone in a dusty battlefield and then your family being sent a letter of your tragic end.

He wished he could tell him that he would see his daughter and wife…but he couldn't…he can't install false hope…he made that mistake with himself once…he won't do it to someone else.

Present day: BAU office in Quantico Virginia:

Penelope Garcia, the BAU's best technical analyst and self-proclaimed Goddess of all knowledge. She walked into her office of many computer monitors and many adorable nick-knacks on her desk and walls. She hummed to herself and sat down at her desk to start up her computers and monitors. The others were starting their paperwork below in the bullpen. She decided she would visit them later that morning, despite her cheery mood she was a bit sad today. She and Kevin broke up a few weeks ago and for good reason but she honestly thought he was the one for her. However, she always told herself there was no point in crying over the past. He and she were done, that was it.

She got up and went down to the break room to get some coffee and maybe a doughnut too. She crossed the bullpen and saw her G-man, Spencer Reid walk in with a big cup of coffee and his pack full of books and files. As she went into the break room, she was Kevin…he looked upset. He made a B line to her and grabbed her arm. "Penny, we need to talk" he said in a menacing voice. She yanked her arm away and glared at him, "There is NOTHING to talk about Kevin, were through end of story."

When he tried to grab her again a big muscled arm grabbed his arm instead and yanked it up and over his head. "You may want to not touch her again, Kevin…unless you like having two arms" Morgan snarled. Kevin backed away and fled the break room, down to his office a few floors below theirs.

Morgan turned to Garcia who was holding her arm that Kevin grabbed earlier. He touched her shoulder and gave her a sad look. "You ok baby-girl?"

She nodded, "I just want him to leave me alone…"

He nodded, "I'll tell Hotch to make sure that he can't come in here…now come on we'll make some coffee and then we'll see how everyone else is doing. Maybe try to persuade Reid into asking that girl on the other side of the office out on a date finally."

She laughed, "Yeah, I can see how he looks at her."

They both laughed and went back into the bullpen, coffee in hand.

Present day: In the museum of natural history in New York City:

"YOU LOST IT" shouted Mr. Rogers, the manager of artifacts from the museum.

The deliveryman and Mr. Roger's assistant, Greg didn't know what to say. "Just explain to me how a priceless artifact that dates over hundreds of years ago, suddenly disappear?"

The deliveryman sighed, "I called my boss already, and the package should have been sent to the address. Somewhere down the line, something got screwed up."

"You're darn right it did, this box is filled with video games and some new computer thing…whatever it is."

They both shrugged, Mr. Rogers; sighed, "Just go back to your office and find out where the package went…it's very, very valuable."

"Sir…may I ask what is in the box so I can know what to look for…it wasn't disclosed in the information sheet."

Mr. Roger's sighed again, "A very rare goblet, from the beginning of the dark ages. Said to have been made at the same time the Holy Grail was. When it is drunk from it is said to have strange affects on the person but no one knows for sure. This goblet is a key find, we must have it back."

The other men nodded and the deliveryman to try to locate the package.

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