AN: This is my first FanFic, so I apologize ahead of time if it is not what you expected. I am open to suggestions on how to improve this story though.

The only thing I own is the plot. I would like to thank Kimd33, jenny crum, and TheMysteriousGeek2345 for their support.

"Man, I never want to make her mad," Morgan mumbled under his breath, "I guess I really did need to give her those self-defense classes she begged me for. Good thing she asked." After Penelope had been shot by Battle, he swore he would protect her no matter what, and that included teaching her how to defend herself.

"At least those self-defense classes paid off that Morgan gave me," Garcia mumbled under her breath, "Oh, is all my fault, I never should have left him at the bar."

Meanwhile, on his moniter, Derek saw Pen blaming herself. "It's not her fault," Morgan screamed at the moniter, "I never should have let her go home with him." He slammed his fist against the moniter, causing it to crack.

Garcia heard shouting in the next room, and then a giant crash. That did it, her attacker was no longer unconsious. "Come here, baby. You know you want to, Babygirl," the predator coaxed.

Oh no he didn't. Derek was not mad, even to say he was angry was the biggest understatement of the century. Only he could call her Babygirl. She was his. She belonged to him. He jerked his ankle, yanking the shackle out of the wall. Morgan heard something fall against the concrete and he realized he was wearing his ankle holster. He had a gun, now only if he could get to the sick SOB. Then he saw it, a door, in the darkest corner of the room.

AN2: The next chapter will be posted March 29.