This is my first Morgan and Garcia fanfiction, so I apologize for any error and or plot holes. I'm going to aim for at least 1,000 words per chapter so hopefully, I can stick to that and get better. I will be trying to update one every week if it's possibl. Well anyway I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day!

The summer had been drifting into the air, a few years ago when this all began. Some would say this is the greatest tragedy and other would argue claiming it to be a love story. To her, it was the story of how she lost the love of her life, but we'll just save that for later.

Derek Morgan had finished a long day at the station, he had been on the Chicago bomb squad for about two years now and all was well. He was following in his father's footsteps to honor the man he had looked up to so much. His mother had made him promise that nothing would ever happen to him and he had willingly promised her. His phone began to ring and he pulled it out of his pocket.

"Derek Morgan?" A professional sounding woman asked from the other end of the line.

"That's me." He replied.

"I'm so very sorry to inform you, but your sister Desiree has been killed." Derek felt his world start to crumble, she was his baby sister and he was supposed to always protect. Now though she was dead and he couldn't even imagine what state his mother would be in. He had closed the phone and without another word, he had rushed to the hospital.

That was a year ago, he had quit his job and had searched fruitlessly for months to find his sister's killer. He had kissed his mother's forehead and promised to her he wouldn't return until he found the man who did this. His latest lead had led him nowhere and he now sat on an empty street corner, head in his hands. The dark cold night surrounding him as a feeling of hopelessness washed over him. This time the string of clues had led him on a wild goose chase all the way to California.

He had been sitting there his head still in his hands when he heard a scuffle followed by a whimper. He immediately got up surveying his surroundings before quickly pushing himself up off the ground and rushing towards the alleyway. It all happened in a blur before he knew it he was barreling towards a man with a gun. Tackling him to the ground as he heard the gun go off, for a minute afraid he had killed the man he looked down only to feel a pain in his shoulder. Before he could do another thing, the man scurried away like a wounded animal. He took a look around and that's when he saw her. She was lying on the ground clearly unconscious presumably passing out at the sight of the gun pointed at her. He sighed to himself and knelt to the ground by her side. Finding her purse close by and pulling out her wallet. He sighed and put the wallet back into her purse throwing it over his shoulder. Before kneeling down once more and taking her into his arms, there was no way he was just going to leave her alone in the dark alleyway. The address on her driver's license was three miles from where they were now. He set out to walk on the street holding her close to his chest just in case the man from before came back. While he certainly may not have known this woman, her mother had taught him to always respect women and to always help them out. He had saved her life if only he could have saved Desi too. He looked at the woman in his arms, her hair was dyed black and her face was pale thanks to makeup. Her lips were black as well as her clothes. He would have been unnerved if he had met this woman under any other circumstances, but he could see the softness and some of the pain etched into her face. He knew that look because his face looked the same way. The pain in his shoulder was starting to really bother him, but there were still about two miles to go. Finally, he got to the address and sighed in defeat when he found that it was an old public library. He smiled and chuckled softly at the woman's cleverness. When he chuckled, the woman in his arms stirred.

"Who are you." She demanded, looking around startled that she was in someone's arms.

"Sorry if I scared you, what do you remember?" He asked gently moving to place her feet on the ground making sure she was stable on her feet before letting go.

"I-I oh my god you're bleeding, he was going to kill me." The words fall from her lips before she can even compose herself.

"It's okay angel. You're safe now, and I'm alright I tackled the guy before he could shoot you." Derek said putting his hand on her shoulder to calm her.

It had been a few years since she had decided to leave Shane and her hair was starting to grow out at the roots. She was starting to become the person she had always wanted to be, that was until when she was tying up one of the loose ends on an old hack when she saw something she wasn't supposed to see. That's how she had ended up in an alley with a gun pointed towards her.

This man didn't frighten her, he was gentle and wasn't controlling and it made her feel safe in a way she hadn't for years.

"Why?" was the only thing she could think to say, why save me.

"What do you mean why?" Derek asked his head snapping up to look at her face.

"Why save me, who say's I was worth it," Penelope asked shaking her head slightly before looking away feeling tears start to sting her eyes.

"Hey baby girl, I don't know who you are I don't even know your name. But I do know that everyone's worth saving even if they don't see it themselves. Now let's get you home, where do you live?" He asked gently walking over to where she was standing so that she could walk with him.

"Just down the road, I can take it from here." She said shaking it off starting to walk away.

"Nonsense I don't think it's safe for you out there," Morgan said with a small chuckle as he caught up to where she was walking.

"You don't think I can take care of myself. You think I need saving?" She shouted raising her voice.

"You might not need saving, but maybe what you need is a friend." Morgan offered with a smile.

"Penelope Garcia, and you?" Garcia asked with a soft smile holding out her hand.

"Derek, Derek Morgan." He said returning the smile as well as the handshake.