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Warning: adult language, explicit violence and situations of sexual abuse
He tried to sleep by closing his eyes tightly but was in vain.
God, he had behaved like a bastard. Derek had not spoken to Penelope for two weeks,
and she was speaking to him gently, worrying about him.
He screams at her, and she just is there, supporting him. He not deserves her...He did not deserve her love, her sweetness, her tenderness... Nothing.
Derek sighed strong, with resignation, before to opening his eyes. Then he noticed the intense gaze of Rossi on him.
"Fuck, man, you scared me"
"My love... do I look so ugly?" Rossi joked with a winked
He narrowed his eyes and smiled "Hey, careful with that. Every joke has a grain of truth," Derek said before turning serious. "I can do you ask a question?"
"Yeah, of course... come on, shoot me"
"Why you divorced so many times?" Derek asked uncomfortable, crossing his arms on his chest, without being sure get an answer.
"Do not you think if I knew why I would not have divorced my second wife?" Rossi asked back "Since when are you interested in the misadventures of love?"
"Rather, adventures. I have always been very difficult maintain a relationship with a woman because of this work. Is risky, free time is minimal and, being honest, I never minded too much..."
"What has changed?"
Derek was not sure if he wanted to talk to Rossi about his personal life but anyway, it was something he could not hide too long.
"Three months ago, when we celebrate the birthday of Garcia, remember?"
Rossi nodded, suddenly imagining something that he already saw it coming for some time.
"When dinner was over and everyone went... Well, she and I went for a drink. We drank, we were having fun..."
"And then, you'll got yourself into bed with Garcia" Rossi said without any doubt
He nodded weakly, without looking at Rossi
"After that night, we have been seeing more times. It was not serious, it was something...no strings," Derek confessed, looking into his eyes directly "We did not know, but the first night we had relations, she...well, we..."
"What?" he rushed him to speak, eager to know
"She is pregnant, Rossi. With my child"
"Wow, that if it is a surprise" he whispered really surprised, raising his eyebrows "Congrats, I guess"
"Yeah, thanks"
Rossi looked at his partner, up and down, "You love her?"
Derek sighed, before to sinking in the seat, "Yes, why?" he asked "It is bad? You think I can not make her happy?"
Rossi raised his hands as a sign of peace "Hey, I did not say that ... you're saying it," he said, before getting up to pour himself some coffee.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, but he did not mark any number. Derek was ashamed to talk to her after his behaviour. He had to talk to her and tell how much he loved her. Also, how much he loved their baby...face to face
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Derek went to the office of Pen, desperate to see her and apologize for his words. He knocked on the door, no response. He called back but got the same result.
Derek assumed she had gone her place, and he went to his office to finalize the report of the case with some minutes after starting the reports, Derek received a call on the landline. Surprised, he answered the call.
"Morgan"
"Good night, SSA Derek Morgan" a male voice answered from the other side of the line, with sarcasm
"Who is it?"
"Do not know who I am?"
Derek was starting to get nervous "Is this a joke?"
"No, this is important. Wait a minute, please"
He sighed impatiently, tempted to hang up. He was determined to end the call...
"Derek? Derek, are you there?" her voice was weak, tired, in tears
"Pen?" fear gripped his whole body, he could feel his soul shake "Where are you, baby?"
"I do not know" she said unable to breathe
"I am very scared..."
"He has hurt you? You know him?"
"The conference ended, Agent Morgan"
"What do you want?" he shouted furious
"Hey, relax. Her wanted to tell you goodbye. I know how important you are for this little bitch" unknown voice said scornfully
"Do not know how, but I swear that I will find you. And when I find you, no one will recognize you at your funeral"
Across the telephone, the unknown voice was limited to laugh. He seemed to be enjoying the despair of Derek
"Don't worry for her; She's going to have some fun with me"
"Keep your hands away, you son of a bitch...Do not you dare touch her!" Derek warned loudly
"Leave your insults and your threats if you do not want to hear how your slut dies. A fucking shot in the temple and end of the show. Is that what you want, Agent? Then talk to me with respect"
Derek's heart was pounding so much that he could feel the beats pounding against his chest bones. He could feel the fear in his stomach. His voice was shaking as he begged the psychopath
"Do not hurt her, please. I do not know who you are, I do not know what you want. Whatever, I will get it for you. If I have to mix heaven with earth, you'll get it...but do not hurt her"
"Good boy. I will contact you"
"Do not hang up yet, let me talk to her...please"
Not today...sweet dreams, SSA Morgan"
"No! Wait, please!"
However, the signal had been lost. The maniac who had kidnapped Penelope, decided to end the call. He knew he had to find her, he had to do something but, where to start?
His legs were shaking so much that could not get up. He had difficulty even with the simple fact to keep breathing and his stomach was a knot of nerves. His head was spinning, causing nausea.
Derek was battling a mass of emotions. Fear, pain, impotence, rage...and regret.
He closed his eyes for a second, clinging to the chair..."Forgive me, baby girl"
Nausea became more intense. He got up clumsily trying to approach the bathroom. Once there, he fell to his knees in front of the toilet feeling the bile running down his throat
