MORGAN, PLEASE SAVE ME

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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys! Keep 'em coming. If there's something you think would go GREAT with this plot please feel free to tell me. Or if there's an obvious mistake I made tell me about that too. Because apparently Penelope grew up in California. I had no idea where she grew up so I totally just picked a random state, but thanks anonymous person who told me that Just incase you guys didn't know, which you didn't. I haven't been watching Criminal Minds much so I don't know a whole load about it, I just know what I've seen so far. So again, if you know something I don't , tell me. Thanks! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two:

He was getting angrier by the second. It had been a couple of hours, and not only was this man trying to kill his woman, but he apparently knew how well Garcia was with computers too. No matter how hard she back hacked, she couldn't get a thing on this man. All Derek wanted to do was find this man and personally stab him eight times and shoot him twelve, just so he would know that you don't ever, ever mess with him or his Baby Girl.

He couldn't keep from clenching his fists. He heard Penelope grunt, once again hitting a dead end.

"I give up!" She threw her arms in the air, pushed herself back and spun to see Morgan. "Hey, Hot Stuff," she teased, "you look a tad bit uptight." She laughed, smiling up at him.

His fists released a bit, and he looked up at her, being calmed by her soft laughter. "I can't stand not being able to kill this guy with my very own hands."

"My little Caterpillar," She smiled sweetly. Garcia grabbed his hands, wrapping her fingers around his. "You are my hero and I love you, but you must calm down. You wanting to kill this person isn't helping any."

"I know, but…"

"No buts. Calm down. I'm here and I'm safe, so you can calm down. I'm not going to get hurt because I have my Chocolate God watching over me." She smiled.

Usually Morgan was the one calming her. She loved it when the tables turned. It was one of the few times she saw Derek's imperfect stage. Sometimes she thought she was the only one to see it.

"I can't even figure out what race this guy is," She turned back to the case.

She swerved back to her computers, pulling Derek with her.

"You know what you could do?" Morgan suggested, "Look up statistics about aggression in crimes. You know, men are usually more violent then women."

She typed away with one hand as the other unconsciously held Morgan's. A minutes later she began, "I think if we want to go off this we're looking at a Male African American or male Mexican. But, this, Hot Stuff won't help me unless I have a name or address or something to go off of.

At that moment Morgan's cell phone rang, keeping him from replying.

"Hello?"

Hotch was on the other end telling him something about the case. As Garcia strained to listen, her fingers began tapping on Morgan's knee. She hoped that he would have new for her, something for her to go off of…anything. She needed something.

"Okay I'll tell her." Morgan ended the call.

"What? What?"

"He took a photo of the girl and you can see him in the photo."

"For a person with such great tech skills, that was a stupid, stupid mistake."

"I know," Morgan laughed, "He's definitely an African American, Hotch says that in the mean time we…well you need to try and figure out if you can match his handwriting in the letters to some sort of journal or something."

Garcia mentally slapped herself in the face, "How could I have not thought of that earlier?"

"You were busy," Morgan suggested.

Penelope got to work scanning all five of the letters. She kept thinking of telling Morgan to leave and help Seavers and Prentiss, but she knew that he wouldn't leave due to stubbornness and over protection.

She hit a couple of dead ends before she turned to the silent Derek Morgan, next to her, "You're a profiler."

"That's correct," he chuckled, "took you a while to figure that out."

"Do you think this UnSub would be a writer or something?"

"To be honest, we don't have much on this guy, but sadly serious professions such as writing and counseling give way to creeps like him. So, yes, it's possible."

"I don't think this guy is stupid enough to put his own handwriting in the let-"She stopped in her tracks typing quickly again.

As Penelope typed, Morgan looked at her, a small smile gracing his face. She was so brilliant; he wondered how she did it. Even under all the pressure she still managed to stay calm and collected and most of all beautiful.

"I was right," She interrupted Derek's thoughts; "It's not his writing. How in the world could Hotch miss the fact that all these letters are in different hand writing?"

Derek Looked at the letters, surprised, "We all missed it, cupcake."

"Hot Stuff, our team needs to get our act together, we have women to save."

Derek laughed and let her know that she'd tell them the 'Goddess' wish.'

"All the letters are written by the victims," Derek informed Hotch.

"So another dead end?"

"Yes, but I think my Baby Girl is cross referencing all five girls to the African Americans who work in professional fields."

"Call me with the answers."

"Got it," Derek hung up his phone.

Garcia lightly tapped on Derek's leg as she maneuvered different things around her computer.

"What time is it, Hot Stuff?" She questioned not looking up from her computer.

"11:30."

"This search is kind of broad, you figure we can go grab lunch together," she turned smiling and looking into his eyes.

"Anything for you, my sexy Goddess."

Derek phoned the team to let them know where they were headed, just in case.

"So where to?" Penelope asked.

Derek thought as they shuffled out of the BAU. They got into his SUV and he began driving.

"So, where to?" She asked again.

"Patience, my young Penelope."

She rolled her eyes, "You know you're ridiculous sometimes," She giggled lightly at Derek.

"Oh, please, don't act like you don't love it, Baby Girl."

They drove in silence for a few minutes. Silence was never a bad thing with Morgan and Garcia.

She wondered where they were going. But she soon realized that it didn't matter. As long as she was with Derek she knew she was safe and happy.

"You know," She said, "You'll have to take me home to get my go bags before I can go to your house."

"You wanna just get them after lunch?" Derek asked looking away from the road for a couple of seconds to look at her.

"Whatever works best for you."

The car went quiet again.

Penelope began going over details of their case. She thought about the picture of the man that Hotch had sent them a while back. The photo wasn't very helpful other than the fact that the man was African American. She thought more deeply about the photo. She remembered the man being extremely toned, like Morgan toned. She thought he must go to a gym. His kind of muscle wasn't made by jogging twice a day. However, that didn't help much. The women were untrained, definitely not going to a gym any time soon.

She remembered that this was a photo though, not the digital copy she'd gotten. She smiled realizing that perhaps this guy had left a finger print on the photo.

"What are you thinking about Baby Girl?" Derek interrupted her thoughts.

P had been so deep in thought that she hadn't even realized that she was being stared at.

"Oh uh just a guy." She stumbled over her words, still partially consumed by her thoughts. Maybe the more she thought about the case, the more she'd figure out.

"Does Penelope have a crush?" Derek teased, his voice however became tense.

Penelope shook her head, "Someone's a little overprotective."

"Always." Derek lightly laughed squeezing her knee affectionately.

"But, no. I was just thinking of the UnSub."

Derek's face changed once again. This time he went from teasing and overprotective to angry and confused.

"Why," He gritted his teeth, "He doesn't deserve your any more thought out of your pretty little head than necessary to catch him." He tapped the tip of her nose softly.

"Why are you so worried about me?" She asked curiously.

He pulled the car into a parking spot and she realized she was at their favorite restaurant, Texas Road house. She smiled knowing he'd come here purely because he knew she loved it.

As she got out of the car, he walked next to her, grabbing her hand.

"How could I not be?" He asked genuinely worried, "My Baby Girl is in danger and I have no idea who's trying to ruin our lives."

"Our?" She asked as the waiter sat them down and asked them what drinks they wanted.

"Water for me, a raspberry ice tea for her," Derek said instinctively, "Well," He said returning to the earlier subject, "Do you really believe that if you were hurt that I'd be okay?"

She thought a moment, "Well I mean I know you'd be upset, but there are plenty of people just like me that could take my place."

"Okay one no one will ever, ever take my Baby Girl's place, and tow you tell me how you'd feel if something happened to me."

"Well I'd want to die."

"The feelings mutual."