Hello there :)
So here's my first Criminal Minds story, I'm entirely new to the fandom, but who cannot watch the show without loving and shipping Penelope and Derek? Thank you to my best friend Tina who talked me into posting this story :)
I'm a bit nervous about this story, but it ran through my mind and wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to write it. Read the story with caution, it's very angsty.
I own nothing.

It was a perfect day, the sun was shining, it was a warm summer day. Penelope was playing outside with a little girl. She was laughing and having fun with her, twirling her little girl around. The two-old was giggling, just like her mother did.
It was a perfect picture if you looked at it, Derek thought while watching it for it seemed like hours.
The photo was placed in the kitchen so everyone would be able to see it if they came in for a visit. Derek loved this picture, he'd taken two years ago, so much. The two most important people in his life. His wife and their daughter.
Derek smiled sadly at this just so ideal image, after he poured himself a glass full of whiskey.
Those happy times were now just a long-gone memory for him.
Annie, two years old in that picture, was now four years old and spent her first night out of his sight in Chicago with her grannie and aunties.
He was nervous as hell, wanting to call his mother every hour if everything was alright. But Derek knew that his daughter would be okay at his mother's place.
Annie loved her grandma, she enjoyed spending time with her, as much as Fran did enjoy spending time with her only grandchild.
But Annie was the only thing left in his life that made sense to him, that mattered to him. She kept him going.
He took a sip from his glass, it was the only thing he did when he was alone, or his little girl was sleeping. He needed it to be able to sleep, even if it meant just for an hour or two.
He walked through the kitchen into the living room, where he sat down in front of the tv. He'd already put a DVD into the player. He placed the bottle on the table and started the movie.
It was a wedding movie.
His and Penelope's wedding, five years ago.
He leaned into the couch, taking another sip from his glass while watching the movie of the happiest moment in his life before Annie was born.
Marrying Penelope those years ago had brought more than happiness in his life. When they'd both realized that they were just perfect for each other. It had taken them a while, both of them knew it. But finally, they'd realized how much more was between them than being best friends who cared deeply for one another.
The moment he'd told Penelope how much he loved her, was the time when he felt everything falling into place. He'd felt complete, and he knew, Penelope had felt the same.
They didn't waste time, married almost five months later because Penelope had wanted to have a fabulous big wedding, including all their favorite things, which hadn't been only a hand full. And, of course, with all their family and friends.
Derek couldn't deny it, his one and only goal back at this time, had been seeing Penelope happy. And that was what he'd reached at this time. His wife had seemed so very fortunate. And when she got pregnant and had born their beautiful little girl, Derek had felt that they couldn't be happier as a family.
He thought so.
Because she was gone.
All she'd left had been a letter those two years ago:

"Derek,
I abandon you. I thought you would make me happy, but I can't stand it anymore. Don't ever try and follow me. Take care of our daughter, more than you did take care of me.
Penelope"

Not one second he had believed what Penelope had written in that letter. It couldn't be real. Penelope would never leave him or their daughter. Never.
He'd given the letter to analyst's to let it checked, wanting to know if it really had been her, writing this message.
It had been her handwriting.
His team was looking for her month after month, but it seemed like she'd deleted herself from earth from the day she left him.

"You need to go on," Hotch had told him, almost a year after Penelope had left him, left them.
"Annie needs you. We need you too. You have to stay strong and leave her behind."
"I can't, Hotch. You know she would never leave me a message. She would talk to me. Hell, Penelope couldn't stop her mouth from talking, why would she write a damn letter? I would have known it. We both knew when something was going on with the other one. I would have realized if she'd been unhappy. Even if she hadn't talked about it. You know something is going on, and I won't stop until I know what it is!"
Hotch, in response, had only sighed.
"Morgan, whatever it is, you'll probably never find out. Don't hang in there."
Derek hadn't given Hotch an answer. He'd stormed past him, out of his office.

And so, he was hanging in there. He tried to do his work as best as possible. When they had a case, which took longer, his mother or sisters came to take care of Annie.
When he had some time off, he just spent it with his lovely daughter. They did everything she wanted because he didn't want her to miss anything. And, to be exact, the words from Penelope's letter clung in his ears: "Take care of our daughter, more than you did take care of me."
Annie missed her mother, he knew it, so they talked as much about her as possible.

"What was her favorite color daddy?" She'd asked him one evening when he tucked her into bed.
"Oh that's pretty hard to say, sweetheart, your mummy liked every color and, in the best way, all mixed up together," he'd told her with a smile.
"I want to be like my mommy too, daddy, can I?" His daughter had asked him, which caused him to smile sadly.
"Of course you can. You'll be my personal rainbow Baby Doll," he'd said, smiling at his little girl who acted so much like her mother.
Annie reminded him every day of the loss from his wife. But he loved his daughter deeply, he would bear every pain for her.

"I do."
These two words brought his attention back to the TV where his marriage still was on screen.
"You may now kiss your bride, Mr. Morgan."
Tears were burning in his eyes while he kept watching the marriage video and the video of the after party, refilling his glass many times.
He didn't realize when he drifted off, caused by drinking and being exhausted.

In a dark place, a once chubby woman with at one time beautiful honey blonde now dull hair was laying in the corner of her little personal cell. She was breathing heavily, trembling all over her body.
She heard steps coming towards her and tried to sit up, but her arms were too weak to hold her.
"Penelope, Penelope, what's wrong my dear?"
She heard the familiar voice from her kidnapper.
The woman opened the door from Penelope's cell and kneeled down in front of her, grinning with amusement.
"You look like the piece of shit that you are, you know that?"
The woman asked her, and Penelope tried to answer but it didn't work, she didn't know what they'd given her earlier, but she felt like she'd lost her tongue.
"Today is your lucky day, we have some new pictures of your lovely daughter and your oh-so-sad husband. Let's get you motivated, come on!"
The woman stood up, and two men, who Penelope hadn't realized before grabbed her by her upper arms and brought her to her feet. Penelope couldn't help a lot, her whole body felt limp, and she was still trembling.
Penelope hadn't any control of her own body, but her emotions. Tears burnt in her eyes as she listened to her kidnapper.
They carried her into another room, Penelope couldn't walk, at first, she stumbled a few steps, but it didn't take her long to give up and let them guys carry her.
Some bruises on her upper arm more didn't matter to her anymore.
They sat her down on a chair, chained her to it and walked away. Penelope didn't look up just one time and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't bare one picture more, she just couldn't. It would break her all over, so she thought.
But, the last two years had shown her it didn't bother anyone what she could take or not and so, one second later, a picture landed on her lap. She knew it would break her, but she longed for her family so badly that she opened her eyes, even if she didn't want to, and looked at the photo.
It was a picture of her lovely daughter Annie.
Her hair had grown since the last picture she'd seen from her a couple of month's ago. Her curly, brown hair was held by a significant pink flower on one side, which Penelope realized was her own flower she'd worn from time to time in her hair. Annie was smiling at her grandmother.
She looked so beautiful, and so much like her, even if her skin had a lovely brown color, caused by her father's gene's which Penelope always had loved. It broke Penelope's heart all over.
But it wasn't compared to what she saw next.
A picture of Derek landed on her lap.
He was outside, walking towards their house, in his hand a bottle, covered in a paper bag. Derek looked broken all over.
His face just a mask as he greeted a neighbor on the other side of the street. A once always presented smile was missed too, his lips pressed together to a small line.
His once super confident walk wasn't to be seen at all anymore.
Penelope couldn't bear it anymore.
She broke out into sobs, tears fell onto the picture on her lap, covered Derek's face with one of them.
"Oh it's heartbreaking all over isn't it, Penelope?"
Her kidnapper asked her, Penelope could hear the amusement in her voice. That woman enjoyed torturing her too much.
"Your little girl grows up, copying your style. It's too cute looking at her don't you think so? But she'll never see you again, at least alive. And you won't be there seeing her grow up, becoming a woman, having her first boyfriend! Oh, you'll miss so much, Penelope," the woman said to her.
She knew how to hit her without fist's all too well.
"Oh, and don't you forget about your miserable looking husband. Do you know he's still looking for you? Isn't it heartbreaking? He doesn't believe the words I forced you to write. But he won't find you. Not until you hide everything we're doing. And you will do that Penelope. You know what happens if you don't get your ass up and work!"
The woman hissed, standing in front of Penelope now. Again, she kneeled down in front of her, putting a hand under Penelope's chin, forcing her to look her kidnapper right in the eye.
"You will be more productive than you've been the last days, do you understand that? Or do you want me to send a few men to your mother-in-law and your beautiful little girl?"
"N...no! ...," Penelope managed to say through her tears and her dizzy, limp feeling, caused by drugs they gave her earlier so she would stop calling for help - even if it wasn't possible someone would hear her.
"That's my woman! I'll have some work for you to do, some of my clients contact me, and you'll have to make our contact invisible, like the tech-genius that you are!"
Penelope only nodded, trying to hide another sob from breaking free. She would do anything to keep her family safe.
The woman released her and Penelope's chin fell to her chest. She didn't have any more strength. Two years of being here had made her lost all the hope that at some point, her team would find her. Yes, she worked on the computers almost every day, but it was impossible to send a message to them without being caught by one of the men who always stood behind her, while she'd been working for her kidnapper.
"Give Penelope what she needs and then let that woman work," her kidnapper told someone and stood up again. Penelope didn't feel the needle which was put into the flesh of the crook of her arm.
The skin there was full of bruises, for she got her drugs almost every day, so her body was contingent on these stuff for a long while now.
When Penelope didn't get her dose every day, it was like hell to her. Having those withdrawals was worse than everything she'd ever experienced.
Someone released her from her chains, and again, she'd been grabbed by her upper arms and was carried into the next room, where her computers were put into.
They sat her down in the next chair, and this time, her legs got chained, and one of the men placed himself right behind her, a gun was aimed at her head.
Feeling the drugs running through her body, Penelope started typing into the keyboard of her computers, beginning to hide the work from her kidnapper in the systems.

Let me know what you think, please. I would appreciate it :)
Constructive criticism is desired.