AN: CO-WIRITTEN WITH EVGRRL09. This story I have had in my to do stories for months. I had a couple of chapters written and I stopped feeling as it was getting to angst filled. After talking it over with evgrrl09 she convinced me to keep going with it. So I asked her to help this story along. So we will now be writing it together (awesome right?). Warning this will be extremely angst filled.

I will do my best to answer your questions not giving anything away.

Enjoy!

Derek walked into the BAU head held high. His life was perfect; he and his Baby Girl had finally gotten together. After years of teasing, they finally made good on all their promises. Friday night he convinced her to go over to his house. He was tired of beating around the bush with her, so he planned it all out. He cooked a romantic dinner with her favorite wine. After the diner he massaged her shoulders kissing along the side of her neck, letting her know of his attentions.

He smiled at the memory; soon after he started kissing her neck they laid everything on the table. It ended in an explosive weekend that only ended early this morning when she needed to head to her apartment before work. He'd never forget the first I love you she said to him.

Nothing could ruin his mood.

That was until he rounded the corner in search of her. There she was hanging over the new tech that just started. She had her hand on his arm as he threw he head back in a laugh.

What the fuck!

Didn't the past weekend mean anything to her? He told her he loved her, and now here she was, all over some other guy. He felt the anger raise inside if him as he watched her grab his hand and drag him off out of view.

He pulled out his phone, texting Hotch to let him know he wouldn't be in. He quickly left the building, his heart beating hard within his chest and his ears filling with a ringing. He stormed off toward his car, rage boiling within his chest cavity.

Everyone always worried about him and his player ways. No one thought Garcia would be the one to break his heart first.

"So you really wanted to take your boyfriend on a hot air balloon ride to propose?" Penelope's eyes danced. She loved helping with romantic gestures. "But he is afraid of heights?"

"Yeah. Not a really good idea, huh?" Matt answered.

"Come with me! You and I are going to look up fun ways to propose," Penelope said, grabbing his hand to lead him to her lair. She couldn't help but want to assist her new friend with his proposal. She was so in love at this moment that she wanted to share in her happiness.

After a couple hours, her and Matt had everything planned. She was wondering where her Hot Stuff had gotten too. Normally by now he would have stopped by or called her. She wasn't worried, though. She believed everything he had told her over the weekend and assumed he was busy.

Some more time had passed, so she had gone to see Hotch after Derek ignored her calls. Hotch informed her Derek needed the day off and that he'd be in tomorrow. It wasn't like him not to tell her so she was worried and she decided she'd head right over to his place once work got out.

"You've been here for a while, now," the sultry woman said as she sat down next to Derek as he downed another beer. His heart was still torn over Penelope. How could she do this to him? How could she forget everything he had revealed to her?

"Yeah," he grunted.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She placed her hand on his thigh moving it in slow circles.

He looked down at her hand. Why stop her? he thought. Clearly the weekend meant nothing to Penelope, so why stop this attractive woman from taking away his pain? Inside he felt numb, like there was nothing tying him together. Penelope had always been that string inside him that kept him from unraveling, but now she had given up on him in favor of another.

He grabbed onto the woman's hand bringing it to his lips, "Sweetness, how about you and me leave this place?"

"I don't know, Em. I feel like something is wrong. I just pulled up to his apartment. I'll call you soon okay?" Penelope said right before she hung up the phone. She didn't even wait for Emily's goodbye. She was too concerned about seeing Derek.

She used her key he'd given her and made her way into the dimly lit apartment. When she didn't see him in the kitchen or living room, she headed towards his bedroom. She saw his briefcase lying on the table, and knew he was home.

Maybe he got sick? she thought, heading down the hallway where the door to the bedroom was cracked. She heard the bed creak, and she knew Derek must have been in there.

When she opened the door, though, her heart shattered. Tears flooded her eyes, and she dropped her bag on the ground. Her mouth fell open in shock. There in his bed was a naked girl with an equally naked Morgan, readying himself to enter her.

"What the fuck!" she cried, her voice coming out shrill and full of rage.

Morgan's head shot to her form in the doorway.

"How could you?" she went on, not sure whether she was filled more with rage or sorrow.

Morgan looked at her with fury in his bloodshot, drunk eyes. He rose from the bed and stalked towards her, ignoring the protesting woman in his bed. "How could I? I saw you talking to that new tech, rubbing his arm, and taking him with you!" he hollered drunkenly.

"The gay man who asking for my help to propose to his boyfriend?" she screamed at him as she turned to leave. Watching Derek's bleary eyes go wide in realization, her heart broke to a thousand pieces. Their beautiful weekend – their love – meant nothing to him.

"Penelope, wait!" Morgan groaned, grabbing his boxers as he processed what she said to him. He had been a jealous fool, and now the love of his life was headed towards his front door.

She made it outside and into her car just as Derek appeared. She threw her car into drive, and sped off, leaving him in her wake. As she felt the tears fall from her eyes, she reached for her phone. She dialed Emily hurriedly, not thinking as she fumbled with the phone.

"Prentiss."

"Em-Emily? Oh god, Em! How could he?" she cried, her glasses fogging up as she wept.

"Penelope what's wrong? Speak in the complete sentences," Emily said.

"I…I...went to go check on him to make sure he was - he was okay!" She sobbed harder as her vision became blurry. "He was fucking another woman!"

"What?" Emily asked in disbelief. Penelope had just gotten done telling her all about her weekend with Morgan less than an hour ago. "Penelope, where are you? I'm coming to get you. You shouldn't be driving."

"I'm on- I'm on my way to your house," she cried harder.

"I just don't understand," Emily said, still in shock.

"Emily, he was on top of-"

Penelope never saw the truck that swerved into her lane.

AN: Let us know what you think! Enjoy the bumpy ride.