Garcia's POV
I had work today but I'm not going to lie, I just sat there sitting on Emily's guest bed for what seemed like hours thinking about Derek's voice mail. I mean, sure he was drunk but they always say that drunk people tend to tell the truth. Besides, there was something about what he said to me that resonated within me. I mean, sure he'd been a complete jackass these past few months with everything that's been going on, but I can't blame him for that. I can't be mad at him for something that was out of his control.
Once I was able to stop thinking about this situation, I got off my ass and headed to work. Before I had left, Emily said that 'if I needed her to kick Derek's ass for me, she'd do it without batting an eyelash.' The fact that she's so willing to hurt one of her own in defense of me warms my heart.
I made my way towards my office with an actual smile plastered on my face. There was something about the events of last night that made me happy. Before I managed to make it to my office, I saw the team running around the bullpen as they grabbed various folders and stacks of papers.
When Reid bumped into me on the way out of the bullpen, I found myself cracking a smirk. "Woah, where's the fire boy genius?"
Spencer's eyes widened before he responded. "Sorry Garcia, it's just that Baltimore PD thinks they've got the rapist we've been looking for in custody so we're packing everything up and heading out there."
"Oh wow, they caught the guy huh? When are you guys heading out?"
"Hotch says we're hitting the road in twenty minutes. Morgan's already down at the cars ready to go." Reid clears his throat before continuing on. "Whatever happened between you guys, it's really messing with Derek. He hasn't been able to think straight since." He offered me a small smile before walking towards the elevator.
I stood there for a few moments, just letting what Reid said sink into my head. Morgan's not the major asshole that I thought he was being about this whole thing. Then again, if Derek was as heartbroken as Spencer says he is, then why hasn't he tried talking to me about this?
Whatever the case may be, I couldn't focus on that now. I had to let whatever happened slip through my mind and push forward. With the team heading out towards the rapist, they were going to need my help and I can't do that if all I'm thinking about is the divorce.
Derek's POV
My life is so fucking screwed up right now it's unbelievable. With Penelope sending me divorce papers, it's all I've been thinking about. How could I not though? The thing that's been the biggest and best part of my life for 10 years wants to leave me and I'm just supposed to throw my hands up in defeat and just walk away?
And with the voice mail last night, I have no idea why I thought that was a good idea. Last night was the first night in a long time that I've gotten so drunk, I don't remember what fucking happened. Not that I'm trying to make excuses for myself but can anyone really blame me? So I decided to get drunk after my wife told me she wanted a divorce, sue me!
It's safe to assume my mind is more than occupied as I climb the steps to the Baltimore PD, Hotch and Reid trailing up behind me.
We hadn't even entered the police station when Sheriff Jones had burst out the front doors of the building, nearly knocking us over in the process. What's this guy's problem?
"Sheriff Jones, it's to our understanding you have the rapist in custody, correct?" Hotch asked him, rasing an eyebrow in the process.
"Of course have him in custody! Why don't we just take a breather so I can catch you up on what's happened-"
"No offense Sheriff, but this rapist is our number one priority. We would like to see him now." A panicked look crossed the Sheriff's face for a brief moment before a smile replaced it.
"What's the rush fellas? I mean he's locked in a jail cell!"
"You wouldn't happen to be stalling us for any reason, would you Sheriff ?" Hotch questioned him. He began to stare the Sheriff down with a vacant look in his eyes, waiting for the man to crack.
"Come on, I just want to know if I'm going to be calling my wife and telling her not to wait up for me." I told the Sheriff with a hard edge in my voice. Sure, Penelope may be divorcing me but he doesn't need to know that.
With the both of us staring him down, the Sheriff cracked. "Well unfortunately it seems that the rapist has -Gotten out of our custody." He closed his eyes, as if he were prepared for us to strike him. If we weren't in a public place right now! God, how fucking stupid to you have to be to let a suspect get out of your custody? In a small department no less! How is that even possible?!
"Our UNSUB is on the loose and you waited til we got here to tell us? Sheriff what the hell were you thinking?! He could be off getting another victim!" Hotch exclaimed to the man, who had now developed a terrified look on his face.
"Now hold on here, imagine how embarrassing this is would be for our department if word got out that a suspect had escaped custody. Not only did he get out of our custody, he managed to grab his cell phone which was in our storage room-"
"Did you just say he's got his cellphone?" I asked the Sheriff, already pulling out my phone.
"Yes Agent Morgan I just said that he's got his cell phone-"
"Then there's no need to worry, we'll find him."
Garcia's POV
I was sitting in my office doing absolutely nothing when my desk phone started ringing. I stared at it for a few moments before answering it, the team only calls me on this phone when they're in the field. If the rapist's been arrested, why are they calling me from the field?
"You've called the oracle of knowing, how may she help you?" I asked, my cheery personality taking over.
"Baby girl, I need you to work a little bit of magic here." Derek answered, his voice filled with urgency. "The rapist escaped custody before we got here but supposedly took his phone. Think you can track where he is?"
"If you give me his cell phone number, I can do all that and more." He chuckled before rattling the number off. While waiting for the search to finish, Derek cleared his throat.
"I miss this Penelope, the banter between us-"
"I do too-" I answered truthfully. Before I could say anything else my computer dinged, letting me know that the search had been completed.
"Lookie here, we have Mr. Creepy rapist guy's location. He's currently on the corner of Main and Oak."
"Shit, that's only a few blocks away. Thanks Penelope, I'll call when we've got the guy. I love you." Derek rambled out before hanging up the phone. Wow, he called me Baby Girl AND told me he loved me, in the same conversation. Looks like miracles do still happen.
Derek's POV
I immediately took off in the direction of Main and Oak. Sure, getting in a car and driving there would be faster, but what can I say? I'm on the hunt for blood.
The wind whipped past me as I bolted down the street, determined to bring this guy into custody. It wasn't long after I took off that I found myself on the corner of Main and Oak. Just like Penelope said, at the end of one of the side alley's was the UNSUB, frantically searching for an exit.
I didn't waste time as I whipped my gun out of its holster and pointed it towards him.
"It's over man, you've got no where to go!" I shouted over the wind. The man turned around towards me, a sad expression on his face as he held a gun in his hand.
"Shoot me, come on just do it already! I've got nothing to live for anyways; my wife left me, my kids want nothing to do with me, my friends have all deserted me! JUST KILL ME ALREADY!"
"I'm not going to do that, I don't want to do that. I know how it feels man, I'm in your position but that's no reason to end your life."
"Like you know what I'm going through!" The man spat out as he whipped the gun around in his hand violently. "You're married. With the way you look, you've probably got a nice little family to go home to."
"Think again dude. My wife, who also happens to be my best friend, is divorcing me. We haven't started a family yet because of me. " I spoke, not taking my eyes off the guy. "I know what it's like, just let me bring you into custody. I don't want to kill you." Within a matter of seconds, he had his gun raised and pointed at me.
Both of our guns went off simultaneously as we stood there in the alleyway. The bullet from my gun hit him square in the chest, but not before the bullet from his gun flew past me, hitting my arm in the process.
"Shit!" I yelled, slamming into the ground. A pool of blood began to collect underneath my left bicep as I continued laying on the floor of the alleyway, waiting for the rest of my team to find me.
