Disclaimer: I do not own a thing! Nothing-at-all! Well just the idea =)

A/N: Right, Funhouse (for those that are reading) is a slow process, it's getting there and it's planned, but the muse isn't playing!

Down to business with this... MAJOR Garcia hurt alert! Just getting it across here...

No updates Thursday, at all, this is a heads up in case I forget... I'm seeing Jason Derulo live so I'll be out all day! =)

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I Made A Mistake! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The moment she felt herself fall to the floor she knew again, that she'd made the biggest mistake of her entire life. She'd gone with the path, and with it taken the wrong man. She curled up to protect herself and when more blows came and then she was left alone.

Kevin staggered off.

He slammed the door behind him.

Penelope lay recovering before she stood up warily, her sides screaming in pain but she made herself near enough run to their bedroom and grabbed the partially packed bag and finished packing.

She was scared he'd come back, so she finished quickly and fled the house. She didn't take her car; she knew he'd know then that she was gone.

Shakily, she walked for a bit, getting closer to town before getting into a cab. She kept her head down as she handed an address over and waited for the ride to be over with.

All the time she felt the new and old wounds collided, wreaking havoc on her more and more. Feeling the last of her strength collapse and disperse from her body. Feeling her need for someone to care for her, not hurt her, taking precedence once again.

When she climbed out of the cab, she looked at the house, scared he'd moved, but as she saw his bike, the nerves disbanded. She hadn't spoken to him in months and she was terrified, but she was more petrified to be at home than here.

She geared herself to the door. Ready for rejection. Ready for hatred. She'd prepared herself for this, readied for the onslaught of his anger.

There was football on, she could hear it; just see it through the window. She rang the bell and waited. The last beating taking full effect now; weakening her even more.

The door opened and the pair locked eye contact.

Derek looked at Penelope. She still looked as flawless as ever. Except now, her hair was cut short in a bob and dark brown, almost verging on black, her skin seemed so much paler, her weight plummeted but he knew full well it was definitely her.

"What can I do for you?" He asked her horridly cold and she faltered. Hearing his voice, the sense of safety ploughed through her.

"I made a mistake." Penelope sobbed at him immediately, his harsh tone cut right through her. His glare finished her; Derek broke her after months of keeping up the same facade. She realised, after seeing his look, after seeing him that he was who she should've stuck with. Now she had to face the consequences alone.

Derek didn't know what to do. He didn't want to hold her for her to leave him again. He didn't want to hold her because she'd been near enough nonexistent to him since the day she got married and he didn't want to forgive her so easily.

Just then a SUV drove up on the curb and Kevin launched out of the car angrily. He stalked towards the newly reunited pair.

Penelope turned to him, sheer shock and horror mounting. Her body began to shake. Her eyes widened, her fear began to get the better of her. She began to feel submissive again.

"Honey, why'd you leave?" He asked, kindly and concerned. The voice didn't match the man anymore in Penelope's eyes.

Derek then looked down to see Penelope had a large duffle bag. He took in Kevin's behaviour, he was most certainly drunk. Something was wrong here.

"Let's go Penny." He grabbed Penelope and yanked her off the front porch.

"Hey, Kev, she came round to watch the game. For old times' sakes." Derek tried as he followed them. "Give her one night."

"Unlikely." He said and pushed Penelope hard towards the front of the SUV. "Go on, get in." Penelope responded, she was so much more passive and acquiescent than she'd ever been.

"Come on Kevin, you've had her long enough. I'll return her in one piece." Derek tried as he walked towards the pair of them.

"Not tonight yeah?" He said and got into the SUV and drove off hastily.

Derek watched, his heart throbbing. He went back to his house, his head pounding with a feeling a dread, and he realised that Penelope had left her bag. He took it inside, and opened it in hope he'd find anything that would help.

He found a letter in there, he's name printed and grabbed it.

Dear Derek,

I am so sorry for how my life turned out. How I left, how I disappeared. I regret my life.

There are day's I wake up and wish that one day Kevin's hits will just do something severe and end it all. Today, as I write this, it's one of those days.

I'm going to give it one more try to leave. I need to get away from him. I need to be back with you. If you'll have me. If I fail at leaving him this time, I will never be free, unless I, or he, end it. I'm stuck in that house 24/7, he goes to work, he comes home and it starts again.

If you're reading this, it's because my last attempt failed.

Please believe that I never meant to hurt you. I just chose the safer, easier route. One that wouldn't lead me into heartbreak. I now know that I chose wrong. I was safer with you. You'd never do any of this to me. I hope that in time you can forgive me. I hope one day you will be able to answer my calls without using the tone of voice that shows me you're still angry and hate me.

I hope one day to be free and happy. I don't hold much hope anymore.

I pray you find a woman and treat her with respect and love her, every inch of her, properly.

I will always love you. I'm sorry I didn't try to show you.

Penelope Garcia.

Derek's hands shook as he read it; the page was scrunched slightly and tears stained it. It sounded more like Penelope's death warrant was signed, rather than her repenting for ever dropping out of their lives. His especially.

Derek didn't care about the time, he called Hotch.

"Hotchner?" The answer came sleepily.

"Hotch, man, we have a problem."

"What is it?" He asked bolting up; he could hear the urgency in Derek's voice. He listened to Derek read the letter out.

"She signed it Penelope Garcia. Not Penelope Lynch." Derek finished telling him, his voice becoming more and more desperate.

"How did you get that letter?"

"She was here, Hotch; she was right outside. I need to get round there, Hotch. I need back up. He's drunk and he was showing signs of being abusive." Derek said shakily. "I'm going there, I need to get there."

"I'll meet you there." Hotch said without another word.

Derek locked up, grabbed his keys and went and jumped into his SUV. He kick started the engine and drove manically. He didn't even park properly and he noticed that Hotch didn't either as he parked up moments later.

They climbed out just as Kevin stumbled out of the front door.

"Lynch, put your hands up." They said as they saw the blood on him.

Derek's veins ran cold that moment.

Kevin looked at them and smiled, and then ran around the back. Hotch began a pursuit, urging Derek to get in and find Penelope.

Derek ran in, he stalked the hallway out of habit and went into the living room. He turned towards the kitchen, looking at it through the dining room. He saw Penelope trying to get up, but she fell and hit the tiled flooring hard. He re-holstered his gun as he ran to her, and got next to her, kneeling on the floor.

"I'm sorry for picking." She breathed out painfully at him, her face soaked with the mix of tears and blood. He could see the beating she'd obviously just been given taking full effect. "I- I..." She ended up groaning, turning to get up again, to get away, but she collapsed.

"Baby, I need you to just stay still. I need you to wait for help." He said and realised that he hadn't called for any. Regret flared and he grabbed his phone. "We're going to get you out of here." He told her as she moaned and groaned in pain. The noises getting quieter told him she was slipping.

"I'm sorry." She cried and her back arched with cries and pains. "I gave up. I'm sorry." She pleaded with him painfully. "I just need you to forgive me. I'm sorry, Derek. I'm so sorry." She continued to beg, a hand on his arm, squeezing it with each new solicit.

Derek's heart broke at her pleads. The pain he was slowly getting over, now ran completely free in his body. He was losing her all over again, but this time it seemed it was permanently.

Even as he rang for an ambulance she continued to apologise for ever going with Kevin. She was pleading with each dying, painful breath. She was begging to be freed of her mistakes before it was too late.

Derek grabbed her hand as she coughed and blood made a trickle at the corner of her mouth. Her moans became deeper, more like her soul pouring out.

"I'm sorry." She said, as though Derek hadn't heard her at all, yet he had and she knew he had, but she kept saying it. "I don't know why I left. I'm sorry. I want to be happy again." He wiped her tears away as he sat with her. "Please, help me."

That finished Derek, his own tears spilt then.

Hotch ran in moments later, and Derek's composure was shock into place. Derek saw how was completely empty handed. No handcuffed, beaten Kevin Lynch with him. He took one look at Penelope and got on the other side of her. He went for her top and Penelope lashed out.

"No!" She screamed out weakly, she closed her eyes as the pains exploded through her.

"Penelope..." Derek said to distract her. "Let us do this."

"Please, don't. Anything but that..." She pleaded with him. "I'm sorry, isn't that enough?"

"Trust us on this, Baby Girl. Please." He soothed her, pushing a few strands of hair back out of her face, showing up a deep cut to her eyebrow, one that wasn't there before, as well as the new gash on her forehead.

At hearing that one nickname she calmed, and Hotch managed to get her top up. He gasped; Penelope's skin was nowhere close to how it should've looked. She had cuts and abrasions all over her stomach, it was definitely swollen in area's and he knew they were in for some serious problems once they made it to the hospital. Moving her slightly, he saw that the bruising went around to her back too and he dreaded to think what it looked like down her legs and across her well covered chest.

The realisation struck him then.

Penelope Garcia had gone from their happy go lucky Tech to a domestic abuse victim.

Except, now it seemed they were a little too late to save one of the most important people to them.

Moving her back down, Penelope's breathing became exceedingly tight and she began to cough and gasp, she was struggling to get the air in her lungs, her eyes widened as the battle for oxygen continued, and then it all went black for her, and her breathing completely stopped then and there.

Hotch and Derek began CPR. It was all they could do in that moment to make an attempt to save her.

This time they really fought. Even if they were losing.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I Made A Mistake! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

A/N: How'd you like that? Chapter Uno, complete!

If you like Lynch, ha, then I wouldn't read... He's a dark, dark, dark character... probably the darkest I've ever allowed myself to write him and I'm gonna try and not withhold from the pain... I'm going all out! =P

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