Breakfast was awkward, and I was late to it. I had slept like a baby, and ignored my alarm clock all together. Prentiss had to come and wake me up before I missed breakfast all together. It was only nine in the morning and the police department didn't open up until noon. The department gave the team a key to the building so they were getting a head start and I was tired as hell. I wanted to stay in bed and not wake up until after noon...around four maybe.

On the inside I was crying like a baby, wanting desperately to be rocked back to sleep...by Derek. Wait, what? No. I need coffee.

JJ gave me a good once over and shoved a cup of java into my hand. "You look like you need it."

I smiled, "You sure know the way to a girls heart."

The team were running all over the house, talking, dressing, and packing up stuff to take to the P.D. Which meant that Derek was too preoccupied to make me tell him anything. I counted that as a tiny wittle blessing. I needed to focus on the case.

The unsub was theorized to be male, in his teens. They figured he was muscular, and between 5"5 and 5"9 because of they were the heads of the girls he killed were bashed in. Also the unsub had to have some kind of anger towards these girls because of the way he mutilated and dumped their bodies afterwords. The murders were believed to be personal or he just didn't have a specific preference yet. They got that idea because the girls all ranged from different sizes and colors. The things he did to those young girls were cruel, and I hated having to look at the pictures.

The small town had three schools, once in the ghetto, the other two were gender segreted. One school for the boys, and the other for the girls. Everyone lived so close to one another that they knew one another, the whole 'I can't even think of someone who could do a thing like this' cliche came to mind.

I didn't get any calls, which meant the unsub hadn't killed another girl. Good.

"Is this...the F.B.I?"

"Uh...who is this?"

"Is this the F.B.I? Answer my question, or I'm hanging up."

"Um, yes, this is the F.B.I.. Who is this?"

"I'm the man that you're looking for."

"Oh, really. And who is that again, you gotta name?"

He chuckled, "Cute. That's cute, trying to get my name. Who are you? the rest of the team are at the department...or at least that's what I was told. What are you doing all alone at Detective Bryants?"

He knew I was at Bryant's house. He knows that I'm alone!"I'm the computer analyst, I don't have to be with the team at all time."

"Oh, computer analyst. I googled your little team, saw a few newspaper clippings. If you're the computer analyst...you must be Penelope Garcia. The best of of the cyber techs."

"That's me."

"You are really pretty, ya know. Got a nice face...a nice...head." He chuckled again. "There is a murderer on the loose, you would think they wouldn't leave their best tech all alone. Everyone in town knows you're there...all alone. Things can happen. Bad things."

"I can handle myself, and who say's I'm-"

"What are you doing over there?" His smooth young voice turned hard, and mean.

He must have heard me clicking away on my computer keyboard. I was going to tap in on the call and track the call to whereever he was calling.

"Aw, I have to go now. See ya later, Miss Garcia." And then he hung up.

I called the team immediately, I usually call Morgan but I called Rossi instead. "Hey, Garcia, why are you calling my phone. Don't you usua-"

"The unsub called me, Rossi. He called me, I just spoke with him."

"Repeat what you just said."

"I said the unsub just called me, I just spoke with him. He said I had a pretty head, and pretty face, and that you guys shouldn't leave me here alone...I'm freaking out. I'm sorry but I am, oh my god. What if-"

I was apparently on speaker phone.

"Morgan where are you going, come back." I heard Rossi yell. "This is what he wants, for us to get angry-"

"He isn't going to come back, Rossi." I heard Reid say and he was right. Morgan came marching through the front door not even ten minutes later. Demanding to know every last detail of that conversation.

"Sorry." Was all that I could ever say at the time, I got carried away, I freaked out. But who wouldn't freak out when an unsub who has been murderering girls all over town calls and knows who you are. And thinks that you have a beautiful head?

Ross sighed, taking a moment to consider how to proceed. "It isn't your fault Gacia. It's a good thing that he's going to see you, you shouldn't be alone."

"Okay, um, do you want me to relay the conversation?" I asked after a moment had be spent in silence.

Hotchner spoke up, "Yes, I want a thorough explanation of what happened, up to the point before you even answered the phone." I told them everything. No one interrupted, letting me finish the story. The team followed up with questions, and I answered them all. At the end of the conversation is when Derek came bursting through the door.

"Garcia what was that?" Ried asked me, hearing the racket Derek had created.

"Whodoyathink?" Um, the murderer probably. I straightened that out. "It's Derek."

"Garcia!" Derek called my name from the kitchen (the front door opened there). And his voice carried on until he found me in the living room. Sitting on the couch, in perfect condition physically. Emotionally I was a bit of a wreck, but seeing Derek, the worry on his face washed all that away. Every fiber in my body wanted to enfold him in my arms, kiss him, wipe that grim look off of his face with my fingers. Something to get the sorrow as if he had already lost me to disappear.

I was still on the line with the team. "Garcia, we'll talk tonight." Hotchner said, hanging up.

I placed my laptop beside me on the couch and patted the space on the other side of me. Derek's shoulders were still stiff, raised up tensely. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes soft as they looked into mine, and his lips were in a grim thinned line.

I let my fingers drift over his face. Cupping his cheek, and loving the fact that he leaned into my palm. Relaxing just a little bit, he looked me over once more. Making sure I was alright. "Tell me about the call." He said hoarsely, anger pulled back in the depth of his brown eyes.

I told him everything and he just looked at me as I did.

My hand was in my lap, the other playing with my hair nervously. Here I was again alone with Derek Morgan. The one man that made me shiver with his hugs, kisses, that smile, pecks on the cheek, his heartily laugh, that body. And damn if he had the body of a Greek God. Too bad he was wearing a shirt, but that didn't stop me from admiring his arms. Long, lined with muscle, and lethal in blows. But I was more focused on his hands than anything, yum. The things I knew he could do with them, the things I wanted him to do to me with those hands. My face flushed red.

"You're staring, Penelope." Derek told me softly, his lips quirked in a knowing smile.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking." I said, speaking as low as he was. The whole house was quite except for the hum of my equipment from my office. It is hard to break that kind of silence.

Derek kept on smiling, sliding his fingers along my forehead to push my hair out of my face. "About what?"

I shrugged, "Nothing important."

"I wanna hear it." He said, and I knew him well enough to know that he was demanding and not just stating a fact.

I rolled my eyes, "Nope." My phone buzzed and I checked the alert. It was Prentiss asking if I was alright. I texted back, and was looked up to see a pissed off Derek Morgan.

"What?"

"Who are you texting?" He asked. And I wondered why in the hell he would be concerned on who was texting my cell phone. It clearly wasn't the unsub.

"My lover." I said jokingly.

He growled somewhere deep in his throat and he tried to take the phone from my lap. I got to it first and stuffed it into my cleavage. His eyebrow rose and he looked at my chest, but it didn't seem like was weighing options to dive in for the phone. I looked him over again and it was my turn to frown. Derek looked jealous.

"Seriously, P, who was that?"

I answered him, "It was Prentiss wanting to know if I was alright."

He sighed (in relief?), "Oh, okay."

I settled back into the couch, it wasn't even in the evening yet and I was already pooped. "Thanks for rushing over."

"You didn't expect me too?" Derek asked me, sounding offended.

I shook my head, "No that it isn't it at all. I just appreciate you doing it, even if I expected it. I didn't doubt at all that my own personal super hero was going to come to swoop in and save the day."

"The day isn't saved yet..." Derek wasn't talking about me, he was talking about the muderers. That boy still being on the loose and killing innocent girls for sport. The day wasn't saved yet, but it needed to be, and soon.

I squeezed his shoulder, "It will be."

He sighed again, hard, like was trying to blow the anger right from his body. "Oh, babygirl, you scared me." Derek looked me in my eyes, and I felt the worry in his like a physical hurt. "If anything were to happen to you...I just...

"No. Don't even think like that, it isn't going to happen. I have you, and the team protecting me. And hey" I flashed my best smile "I can take care of myself."

He groaned dragging a hand across his face roughly. "That's it. I don't want you having to take care of yourself in that way." He shook his head, hating the idea. "If anything was to-"

"It won't." I interjected.

He nodded, agreeing. "Damn, right. I'm going to catch this bastard." I didn't need any reassurance that he would. It was Derek Morgan, my hero.