It had been the fourth ring that woke him from his peaceful sleep. He instinctively shot his eyes to the alarm clock that sat atop his bedside table. It read 3am. He then focused on the cell phone sitting next to the alarm clock, which continued to ring and vibrate on the table. He growled as he yanked up the phone, readying to tear into whoever was on the other line, until he read the caller ID. He was now fully awake and quickly sat fully upright; as he flipped open the phone. "Hey baby girl, whatcha doing up this late. Something wrong?" Morgan asked his voice full of concern.

"Morgan?" Penelope Garcia spoke as her heart sang for joy. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"Don't worry about that, what's going on mama?"

"Uhm…I need you're help. I was in a little accident…." Morgan quickly hopped from his bed, already rushing to his dresser to grab something to put on.

"Are you ok, where are you?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm fine." She replied nervously.

"You don't sound fine, where are you?"

"I'm fine just a little shaken and spooked. You know 'Old 30' road?"

"Yeah, it's that abandoned road about 10 miles on the outskirts of town, what in the world are you doing way out there?" He asked as he snatched a jacket and grabbed his keys on the way out the door.

"I like to come out here sometimes to clear my head, it's peaceful. This time my tire blew out and I tried to fix it myself, but I didn't know it was so hard and before I knew it, it was dark."

"And you waited until 3am to call me?" Morgan chastised as he disarmed the alarm on his car and hopped in.

"Uh, sorry I couldn't find a signal. I walked and walked until I finally got one. Now my battery's almost dead. Morgan I'm really scared." She said and he could hear it in her voice.

"I'm already on my way baby girl, don't you worry. 'Old 30' is one long stretch of road, about how far down are you?"

"I'm not sure I've found this old abandoned barn."

"I know it, you stay put and I'll be there before you know it."

"OK, please hurry. Bye." With that Garcia closed her phone and then slowly turned to the man standing behind her aiming a gun at her head. "He's coming."

"Good, that was very good. Now we just wait. Once Derek arrives then the party can begin." The man said with a smile as he stroked his free hand against Garcia's hair.

He had driven down Old 30 road for nearly half an hour before he spotted Garcia vintage caddy, which was partially in a ditch. He was relieved to know he was getting close, but also anxious to get to Garcia, he figured she was probably scared nearly witless by now. He only had to drive another five minutes before spotting the old abandon barn, which had a slight eerie illumination streaming from its cracks. He drove through a cleared path, which had he not been so focused on getting to Garcia might had seemed suspicious to him. He parked near the barn doors, leaving the car running and the headlights on, he exited his car and made his way to the door.

"Penelope?" He called out as he entered the barn, his training instinctually making him scan his new surroundings.

"I'm here." A meek voice called out from a darken corner of the barn, and Morgan quickly moved towards it. He stopped as soon as his eyes focused enough and he could see that Garcia was restrained. He swiftly dropped to one knee as he reached for his gun holstered on his left ankle.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A voice spoke out and Morgan instantly looked up, but he couldn't get an exact location of where the voice was in the dark barn, just that it seemed to be above them. "I have a clear shot of her head, so unless you want me to splatter her brains all over you, you'll slowly remove that gun and toss it away."

"All right, just don't hurt her." Morgan said as he did as instructed upholstering his gun and tossing it back towards the door of the barn, which was brightly illuminated by his headlights. "Ok," Morgan then raised his hands up in a surrendering manner as he once again stood, still looking above. "You've obviously gone through a lot of trouble to get me out here, well I'm here now why don't you let her go."

"So she can go tell the others where we are, I don't think so. Besides, I know that as long as she's here you'll do whatever I tell you to do, because if you don't I'm going to shoot her." Those words invoked a pitiful groan from Garcia, who was openly crying. Morgan quickly focused back on Garcia, taking a couple of steps towards her.

"Shhh, that's not gonna happen," Morgan spoke in a hushed tone to Garcia. "Baby girl look at me," Garcia complied as she opened her eyes and locked onto his. "I'm not gonna let that happen. Ok?" She nodded her head but continued to cry.

"I'm so sorry, but he had a gun and he said if I didn't call you he'd shoot me. I didn't want to get shot again, I'm sorry." Garcia sobbed.

"Shhh, hey don't you worry about that. He took you because he knew that I'd come looking for you, isn't that right?" Morgan again looked up as he spoke to the darkness.

"Yes I knew that she would be my ticket to you. I've studied you for a couple of months now learning your habits and your routines. Researching your life, both professional and personal, she was a constant variable in both." Morgan bunched his brow a bit at these words.

"What do you want from me?" Morgan asked growing tired of the game.

"What do I want from you? Well for a very long time I wanted you to die, no that's not true, no I wanted to kill you. But I've had years to think about it, years of suffering because of what you did. So now it's time that you pay."

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage, you know me but I…"

"Oh you know me, Detective Morgan. You may not remember me but you know me, you ruined my life."

"Detective…"

"Yeah, I know it's Special Agent now, but once upon a time it was Detective Morgan of the Chicago PD."

"So what, you one of the guys I put away and now you want revenge."

"No my son was the one you put away, and yes I want revenge. He was 16 years old and tried as an adult for something that you said he did, but he was innocent."

"If he was convicted, then he evidence against him was sufficient enough for him to be found guilty by a jury of his peers." Morgan tried to reason.

"But he was later found innocent." The man's voice suddenly seemed closer and Morgan quickly turned to face his accuser, and he was stunned by who was standing before him.

"Mr. Daniels." Morgan sputtered in a soft and almost sympathetic tone.

"Oh, so now you remember, and do you remember Michael, my son?" Mr. Daniels asked but Morgan seemed at a loss for words. "It was your testimony that got him convicted."

"I just presented the evidence that we had, but when I realized he was innocent I fought hard to get his conviction overturned." Morgan defended. "I didn't stop until it was overturned."

"Three years later, it was too late by then. Michael was lost. Do you know what they did to him in there? He was just a child, he shouldn't have been subjected to such things."

"I'm sorry…"

"Sorry, you're sorry? What are you sorry for exactly, sending him into prison where he was raped and beaten every single day, or are you sorry because once he got out he was so damage that five months ago he took an axe and hacked up his mother and 11-year-old sister, before taking his own life? " Morgan could only clamp his eyes shut to the news, while he clinched his jaw muscles tightly.

"I'm so sorry," Morgan said genuinely as he opened his eyes and stared directly into the man's eyes. Garcia, who was nearly hysterical with fear, even felt sympathy for the man standing before them, welding a gun.

"Sorry won't bring my family back!" Mr. Daniels shouted as he angrily jerked his gun, which was still aimed directly at Garcia. Morgan quickly sidestepped and placed himself between the gun and Garcia.

"Neither will this." Morgan again tried to reason with the grieving man. "I know there's nothing that I can say that will bring your family back. Nothing that will ease your pain, but please know that there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of Michael." Morgan's voice cracked and he had to pause to swallow back the lump in his throat and push down impending tears that wanted to spill out. "What happened to him is the reason I became a profiler for the FBI. I want to make sure I never make a mistake like that again. I was wrong, I was so wrong about Michael. The evidence seemed to fit Michael, but Michael didn't fit the evidence. I know now that Michael wasn't our guy because he was too introverted and timid with a severe case of OCD. That was nothing like the guy who did those murders; he was very outgoing and sure of himself. He was charming which is why his victims succumbed to him so easily. That guy's entire life was in chaos and it showed in the way he butchered his victims, but Michael needed order in every aspect of his life. I regret everyday that I helped convict your son, because I know that he was innocent, and by focusing on Michael we let the real killer get away. But I'm going to find the real killer even if it takes the rest of my life I'm going to find him and make him pay." These words got the man's attention.

"But the case has been closed for years now. I call every week but they tell me it's been listed as a 'cold case'."

"Yeah well I have a little more pull then your local police office. And officially it is a 'cold case' but I still work it, constantly looking for new leads, and that beautiful young lady you're pointing your gun at right now, she helps me. She's one who got me access to those files." Mr. Daniels resolve seemed to give a little and he lowered his gun as his face crumbled under the weight of his tears.

"I'm…I'm sorry." He openly cried as he let the hand holding the gun fall to his side. "I just miss them so much." Morgan moved to him swiftly but not in a threatening manners. Morgan gently tugged the gun from Mr. Daniels complying hands.

"It's ok," Morgan reassured as Mr. Daniels leaned against him and fell apart with grief. Morgan placed a comforting arm around the man as he turned his head to stare at Garcia, who just stared back with relieved eyes. "It's ok Mr. Daniels, it's gonna be ok now."

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They both leaned against his car and watched as the distraught man was placed in the Sheriff's cruiser.

"So what's going to happen to him?" She asked with true concern.

"He'll get the help he needs and hopefully finally find some peace." Morgan replied. "Are you ok?" He said as he focused on her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She only nodded in reply.

"How bout you, are you ok?" Morgan sat quietly for a moment before he answered.

"Yeah all things considered I'm actually OK. What happened with Michael Daniels has effected me for a long time."

"This brought you some closure?"

"Yeah. The main reason this has haunted me is because of Mr. Daniels, and the hatred I saw in his eyes. Especially after we found evidence that pointed to another prep. Man, I felt so guilty. I ruined that poor kids life, ruined that family."

"No, you just presented the evidence that you had at the time. You were doing your job."

"I was a young, inexperienced hot-head."

"Yeah well now you're an older, more experienced hot-head." Garcia said with a smile as she nudged her shoulder against his chest a bit. He threw her a smile and a chuckle. They sat in comfortable silence watching as the last Sheriff and the ambulance that had been called left, leaving them alone. Morgan waited only until he could no longer see the rear lights on the vehicles before he finally spoke again.

"I believed he did it. I was sure of it and Mr. Daniels was right, it was my testimony that got him convicted."

"You can't change what happened. You can only learn from past mistakes and try not to repeat them, and that's what you have done. You're a good guy Derek, and you've saved a lot of people over the years. That counts for something."

"Thanks baby girl," He said as he leaned in and placed a kiss atop her head. "Come on lets get you to bed."

"Aw sugar I've been waiting to hear you say that for years." She joked hoping to lighten the mood. He threw her an endearing smile and then leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips. She was a bit taken by surprised by the sudden kiss, but not at all shocked. This wasn't the first time he had kissed her. The shock didn't come in until she felt his tongue coaxing her to open her mouth. After a second's hesitation she complied and opened her mouth. The kiss deepened and Garcia was suddenly lost; lost in the taste of him and the smell of him. Both surrounded her and consumed her. She had to wonder if she was dreaming because this was a scene she had often fantasized about doing with Morgan. It wasn't until she felt Morgan's hand glide from her shoulder, down her arm to cup her full breast did reality set in. she gasped at this new unexpected sensation, and Morgan pulled back and stared at her with eyes that were full of concern…and lust, which Garcia notice start to change to a look of panic and regret. Not wanting the feelings he was invoking in her to end, Garcia quickly leaned back in and recaptured his lips in a hungry kiss. Morgan responded and groaned into her mouth as he began to gently knead her breast. When he rubbed his thumb across her hardened nipple Garcia let a needy moan escape her lips, and the sound went from Morgan's ears straight to his cock, which instantly became erect. Morgan turned and repositioned himself, he pressed his body up against hers.

"Mmm…ow," She cried out breaking from the kiss. Morgan quickly pulled back. "Sorry but the grill of your car is hell on my back." She explained

"Oh I'm sorry baby girl." He said as he moved back to his position beside her, leaning against his car.

"It's ok, just not the most comfortable place to do…'that'." Garcia replied coyly as they both stood looking straight ahead.

"Right," Morgan agreed and then they grew silent until he spoke again. "How about my place?" He threw out casually.

"OK," Garcia answered quickly and they swiftly moved to the opposite sides of the car and hopped in.