She was pissed. He always had to put himself in danger. Of course, when he told her she was his God given solace, she had completely melted, but anger rose to say in the least. On one side, if she never gave him a time limit and directions and information he would probably be…she didn't want to think about that. But on the other hand, he's the one that became an idiot for a few minutes and put his life at risk. And the other voice came back, "But if he didn't risk his life, then many others could have died." Crap. She didn't know what to think anymore. Her head hurt so badly. She needed aspirin, a shower, and a bed. Composing herself together and wiping the tears from her face, Penelope got up and walked out of the NY computer room for hopefully the last time; too many horrifying memories. When she walked outside she saw the man of her thoughts leaning against the SUV with his arms crossed over his chest. He was dirty; probably from the ash. She shuddered and walked up to him, a solemn look on her face.
"Hotch told me to pick you up and take you back to the hotel." He stated before he turned his back and opened up the door for her.
'Liar.' She thought. Hotch would never make him do that after what they have all been through tonight.
Glaring at him, she hopped into the vehicle and stared straight ahead. He closed the door and walked around to the other side. Penelope buckled her seat belt and tried her best to not break down and cry. She was not going to cry in front of him.
He climbed into the SUV next to her and started it up.
"Actually, Hotch didn't want me to drive at all." He looked at her and continued as she looked out the window. "I hurt my shoulder when I-" He stopped himself when she snapped her head around with a pained expression on her face.
"Anyway, he finally came around…I'm driving with him tomorrow. He can't fly because of the explosion. I don't know how he's going to deal with Kate's death. They seemed close."
Now he was just rambling and she was getting annoyed. He was not helping her headache at all.
He looked back at her and noticed she continued to stare out the window. Finally giving up, he kept quiet. He stayed silent for a few moments and then got an idea. Reaching over, he placed his hand on her upper thigh and said, "I love you, Penelope."
After about two minutes he felt her grab his hand and lace their fingers together, squeezing a little.
Derek smiled to himself and knew that as soon as she grabbed his hand, she was saying in her head, 'I love you, too.'
