Derek Morgan walked back to the apartment, anxious to reassure himself that Penelope was alright. He looked through the apartment cautiously, and his heart plummeted when he saw she wasn't in the corner. He swung his gun up, covering the room, with his heart beating out of his chest. He walked slowly through the door, swinging his gun to cover every nook and cranny.
He thought back to when he had left. Had the first person been only a ruse to lure him away from her? He shouldn't have fallen for it. He remembered the scene before bed. Telling her he loved her, meaning so much more then the way she had taken it as. He hadn't been able to really sleep with her in the next room, everything around him smelled like her.
He looked cautiously through the apartment, hoping to see her. He didn't see the gun he had given her, and he hadn't heard a shot, so where was she, and why hadn't she shot whoever came in? He crept towards the bedroom, knowing whoever could be in there. He swung to cover the room, seeing the glint of a gun. Something, he didn't know what, told him to not shoot. He stepped to the side, and saw her face, hidden in the dark.
"Don't shoot, its me! Don't shoot Penelope, its Derek!" He shouted.
He quickly lowered his gun, and slowly reached out and took the gun from her, engulfing her in a hug, trying to reassure the both of them.
"Its OK, its going to be OK." He soothed. "I'll always be here for you,"
He held her tighter, relieved to have her back in his arms. The chance to tell her he loved her had couldn't have come at any better time, but his fear held him back. As long as he could be near her, hold her in his arms, he wouldn't ruin their relationship like that.
I love you Penelope Garcia. Someday I will tell you just how much.