A/N not mine I own nothing but the plot, and the bunny in my head.

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A Shattered Heart

Sometimes life happens, and where you find life you invariably find death. -unknown

She sat there sobbing quietly, knowing that no matter how she wanted this to have a different ending it wouldn't change much. Nothing was meant to come of that single night. She had noticed the regret in his eyes when they woke up the following day. She had eased his concerns and told him that she understood, but the truth was it had broken something fundamental inside of her.

He had left with a sigh of relief that day, and there was nothing for her to do but cry for her tender heart. Time marched on from that point, and it had changed her perspective on everything around her. She now looked at everyone and everything without her rose colored glasses. While she knew that bad had to happen to make way for the good, she never expected to have the bad continue to take over her life.

She knew she needed to call someone to pick her up from the emergency room, and her options were severely limited today. The only one who had stayed behind from the case had been him. She didn't want to explain why she was even there in the first place. He would ask and she couldn't lie worth a damn. She didn't have a choice any longer, she had to call him.

"Yeah, Garcia?" He nearly growled.

"I'm sorry to bother you, and if I had any choice I wouldn't have called. I'm at the emergency room of Sentara. Can you pick me up? They gave me pain pills and I can't drive home."

"I'll be there in thirty." He said, hanging up with out a goodbye.

She bundled up in her winter wear. It was cold and grey out. This year January had not been kind to the residents of the area. She sat outside shivering on the little concrete bench. It was her effort to numb herself to the physical and mental pain. He soon pulled up and she began to shake out of upset rather than the cold.

"Is there a reason you called me, instead of anyone else?"

"The rest of the team is on a case and Derek took Savannah and Hank to visit her family. I had no one else to call."

"Of course you didn't."

"You didn't have to come, just drop me off at home and I'll have my neighbor take me to the pharmacy later. You can go back to pretending that I wasn't the biggest mistake of your life. I'll never bother you again," she whispered.

"Pen..." he began softly.

"Don't, just don't."

He pulled up in front of the pharmacy closest to her old apartment. She realized that he didn't know she had moved. She started to get out to go have them filled when he put out his hand for them. Not thinking, she just handed over the entire discharge packet.

When he came out holding the little bag with pain pills and antibiotics he looked pissed. That was when she noticed what she had done.

"Who's baby was it, Penelope?" he demanded.

"I've only been with one damn man in two years. So, who do you think?" She snapped back.

"It's been damn near four months and I'm just now finding out that you were pregnant with my child. What did you do? Get rid of it?"

"No, I didn't. I lost my child. Just let me out here I can walk the last mile."

"We're only a block from your apartment."

"We're a mile from where I live. I thought I needed more room and a yard. I was planning on telling you next week, but I also wanted you to know that we didn't need a damn thing from you, Dave!"

"Why didn't you tell me, kitten?"

"Don't call me that. How the hell was I supposed to tell you that the woman you regretted sleeping with was now having your baby? Tell me, oh great one. You avoid me at all costs"

"I didn't regret that night. I only regretted how it came about."

"Bullshit, Agent Rossi. Absolutely, fucking bullshit."

"What's your new address?" he whispered.

She quickly rattled it off and soon they were pulling up in front of a small single story home. She bounded out of the car and made a beeline for her front door. He followed her quickly. He was able to see her shoulders shake with quiet sobbing. When she dropped her keys he bent down, picked them up, and opened the door for her.

She lost her barely held together composure, hitting her knees a cry tore from her body. The sound was that of someone filled with complete anguish, someone's who's soul had been shattered. He bent over and helped her up, gently guiding her to the couch. He got her a blanket and a glass of water.

Once he was sure she was comfortable and had taken his pills; he sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

"Kitten, I am so sorry. Please don't hate me. Please don't think that I regret that night."

"I don't hate you, but I can't help but think you regret that night. I may not be a profiler, but your behavior since that night tells me exactly how you felt."

"Not regret. I felt guilt for not treating you better, for not being the man I should have been. For behaving like some Randy young buck. For not courting you like you deserve."

When she didn't reply he looked down and noticed that she had fallen asleep. Chuckling sadly he placed a kiss to her temple and let the grief from the knowledge of another child of his passing. Both of them from women he had loved, then drove them away. This time he was going to hold on with both hands. Maybe they could rebuild their shattered pieces together.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. -Winnie The Pooh