She stood marveling at her reflection in the antique full-length mirror. The eggshell white lace gown hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair pinned in loose curls atop her head and around her face accented her features flawlessly. Finally she saw what he saw. He'd told her a million times that she was beautiful; she loved hearing it ooze from his lips like butter but secretly she hadn't believed it until now even though his eyes told her he was sincere. She didn't understand what he saw or why but she'd grown to accept it and appreciate him for making her feel special, loved and wanted.

"You look beautiful, Baby Girl!"

Startled she quickly turned to face him. She'd know that voice anywhere.

"Derek! What are you doing here? The groom is not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!"

He slowly approached her closing the small gap between the door and her. His eyes never left her as he smiled confidently taking both of her hands in his and squeezing them gently.

"I'm sorry but I had to see you! I was afraid you'd come to your senses and changed your mind."

"Never, Handsome! I'd never change my mind!"

"Good, okay, then…I guess we're getting married, right?"

She smirked at the sound of his nervousness. She'd never seen him like this before; he was always confident and sure of himself. She wanted to be mad at him but she just fell deeper in love with the man who'd owned her heart for the last ten years.

"Yes, my love we're getting married! Now, go before Reid sends out a search party."

He leaned in to kiss her but she stopped him with her index finger against his lips.

"No you don't Derek Morgan! You've already royally upset the universe by stealing a peek at me before I walked down the aisle."

"I love you Penelope Garcia."

"I love you too, Derek Morgan."

Then he turned and headed toward the door. She smiled and watched him shaking her head in astonishment. She loved him so much and she still after all these years of being best friends found it hard to believe that in a few minutes she would become his wife.

Just before he put his hand on the knob the door flew open with such a force that Derek was knocked to the ground. Three men dressed from head to toe in black and heavily armed burst into the room. She heard herself scream as she watched him struggle to his feet. Then one of the men swung connecting to the side of his head with the barrel of his gun. She tried to run toward him but she was held in place by one of the masked men.

"Derek! Please don't hurt him!"

He turned to see her struggling in the man's grip as he tried in vain to get to his feet. Again he was hit then kicked by the two other men. His white tux was now stained with his own blood as he continued to try to stand and defend himself.

"Don't touch…"

Again he was hit and kicked repeatedly until he lay still on the floor. She was hysterical now not able to make sense of the invasion into their perfect day. She felt the sharp prick to the side of her neck and then felt her body go numb as she slowly slipped into the darkness as she hit the floor with a thud.

Potomac General Hospital – Morning – 2 Days later –

"How is she?"

Hotch joined JJ as they looked through the window of the hospital room at their friend lying quietly in bed. She looked so far away as she stared into space. She'd barely spoken two words since being brought in unconscious two days ago. When she did speak she merely repeated the same phrase over and over, "He's gone."

JJ wiped a stray tear from her eyes and inhaled trying desperately to resume her professional demeanor as she turned to face her boss.

"Are there any leads?"

Without returning her look his face never betrayed him. He'd become quite good at showing no emotion, but if anyone had asked him, this was tough. They had all become like family over the years and even he found it hard to hide the fact that this was far beyond his capacity to stay objective. Garcia lay in a hospital bed nearly comatose and Morgan was missing and judging by the evidence at the scene he was injured and perhaps even dead. No, this was way beyond his ability to comprehend and deal with effectively. He continued to stare through the window silently watching and waiting for the right time to enter and tell the once bright light of their team that her fiancé was still missing.

"No. Nothing."

"I got a call from Emily. She's on her way."

"Good we could use all the help we can get."

"Who does this, Hotch? Who kidnaps a groom on his wedding day?"

"I don't know but I have a bad feeling about this, JJ."

"What are you saying?"

"If we don't find Morgan soon we may never find him."

Location Unknown –

The constant dripping of water was the only sound he'd heard for the last two days. He'd yelled for help demanding that his captors free him or at least tell him why he'd been taken on the most important day of his life. He thought about Penelope he could only imagine what she might be going through. He was terrified that she was somewhere nearby being hurt; he refused to let himself think of her already being dead.

His body was growing weaker and he hadn't eaten or drank anything since waking up in the cold damp room. It was dark, he hated the dark and he was utterly alone. He had no idea what time it was and there was nothing in the room that gave him a clue to where he was. He renewed his struggle against the heavy chains that kept him virtually immobile his hands dangling slightly above his head on either side of his body. The short length of the chain left him no room to move from the spot on the floor where he sat.

The side of his face itched from the dried blood and his upper body ached constantly, which made every breath painful. He feared that at least one rib was broken. He'd drifted in and out of consciousness since being brought here.

He was suddenly startled by the sound of movement from the opposite side of the room. The soft moan grabbed his attention as the blackness of the room suddenly came alive. He wasn't alone.

"Derek?" her voice trembled.

The voice was one that he hadn't heard in a couple of years. He didn't know what to say, he was still trying to process his predicament and with her added suddenly to the mix he was speechless.

"Derek, is that you?"

How did she get here and what did she have to do with all of this? Where was Penelope? He needed to see her not the owner of the voice across from him.

"Derek, please say something!"

"Tamara?"