A.N.: Sorry for the long wait real life seems to think I don't need to write anymore. I hope the chapter can make up for that. So here's the next part and don't kill me but Morgan is still very much an ass in this one but I promise it will get better. The idea of Derek working on one of his prosperities came from a conversation he'd had with Prentiss. I don't remember which episode it was though. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, alerted, and added as a favorite it means a lot to me. Now on with the show.

Disclaimer: I own nothing damn lol

Part four

Picking up her cell, she punched a few well worn buttons and waited for an answer. She didn't want to arrive at Morgan's unannounced and interrupt something she didn't want to see. However, after the fifth ring, voice mail picked up and she closed her phone without leaving a message. Glancing at the clock she wondered where he could be at one in the morning. Slowly she started to pace her light purple carpet soft under her sore feet, yet it did nothing to quell the worry invading her mind.

After a few minutes of arguing with herself, she shoved her feet into a pair of black ballet flats, grabbed her keys, and cell and made for the door. Seeing the lights off in his apartment, when she drove up, she began to doubt that he'd want any kind of company. So she scanned the small parking lot hoping to find his truck parked in its usual spot only to come up empty, her concern started to creep up again stronger this time. Making a mental list of all the places he could have gone, she pulled away from the curb and started towards the diner they use to frequent after cases that brought back well hidden demons.

Checking the last place off her list, Penelope's fear that something had happened to Morgan had grown to full blown panic. She knew he wouldn't just drop off the face of the earth like that not without telling someone where he'd gone.

"Calm down Penelope your just jumping to conclusions here. Think how can I find that stubborn hunk of a man?" she asked herself pulling up beside her apartment building.

Reaching over her hand brushed the cool plastic surface of her cell and an idea popped into her mind. Faster than she thought possible, Penelope raced up her steps and burst through her door making for the computer in the corner. As fast as her able hands could fly across the key broad, she brought up the GPS for Morgan's phone hoping that the damn thing wasn't turned off.

A triumphed smile graced her features as the little blip that was Derek blinked red showing his current location. Just as quick a frown replaced the smile as she read the address to a place she's never been before. Pulling up Google maps© she plugged in the address and her frown deepen.

'What the hell are you doing all the way out there hot stuff?' she asked herself, before printing out the directions and racing back out her door.

Twenty minutes later Penelope pulled Ester into the driveway glanced to make sure the address was right, because she didn't understand why Morgan would be here. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw his pick truck parked not three feet away. Taking a deep breath she readied herself for what was to come she just hoped that her courage wouldn't fail her now.

Pulling the dark red jacket closer around her body to ward off the slight chill, Penelope started for the front door. She glanced around taking in the appearance of the aged Bungalow Styles house, the well kept lawn and flower beds. She wondered when Morgan had time to do all this work. When he wasn't taking down criminals and doors, he was at the clubs getting his groove on.

That thought made her pause just outside the door. Did she really want to change the dynamics of their relationship? Of course thinking about the last five months she knew that they had been close to nothing between them, no friendly, no flirty banter, no time spent outside of work together, in short the once close relationship that they had shared dwindled to all most nothing.

Pushing her fears aside she knocked, hearing the sound echo back to her, and waited. A few minutes later another knock this one a bit louder and still nothing. On luck she tired the door knob and finding it unlocked pushed slightly only to be greeted by a growling Clooney, who turned the moment he caught sight of his mistress.

"Hey boy it's so good to see you," Penelope cooed scratching his head, "where's that stubborn master of yours?"

Clooney looked at her a minute head cocked to one side before he turned around and started for the back towards the rear of the house. When she didn't move Clooney turned around as if to say that she needed to follow him.

"All right, I'm right behind you," she said following behind the shagged light brown dog.

Penelope took her time looking around the place as Clooney lead her on. The light noise she heard when first entering the house grew louder with every step she took. Soon she stood in the doorway of a bedroom, plastic lining the floor, sheetrock littered here and there, paint cans and a rolling leaded against the far wall. However, when her eyes came to rest on one Derek Morgan dressed in low slung faded jeans hugging all the right spots, and nothing else she thought for sure she'd died and gone to heaven.

She watched mesmerized by the taunt muscles of his back as he swung the hammer knocking out the small wall in front of him. To her, he never looked better, yet just by his stance she could tell that there were troubles on his mind. She hadn't known him for almost six years for nothing to not know when he was distressed.

"So this is where you come when you're not taking down scum bags hu," Penelope said, trying to gain his attention.

When he didn't respond she grew frustrated, "Derek Franklin Morgan are you even listening to me?"

That got his attention and slowly he turned to face her, shock marring his handsome face.

Penelope could have sworn that her tongue hit the floor and drool poured out of her open mouth, when he turned around. The low light catching the sweat drops on his sculpted chest making her wish she could just walk over to him and lick said drop off and never stop. He was and always had been a never ending temptation to her even while dating Lynch she could never get Derek out of her mind some nights. He was her fantasy come to life.

"What are you doing here Garcia?" he asked a bit too harsh.

Her eyes snapped up to his eyes. She could see the dull light of pain and anger flash in those normally warm chocolate eyes.

She took a breath before answering, "It seems you're a hard one to pin down my Adonis. It took me awhile, but I finally managed the small feet."

"Why?" he asked cursing himself for letting her presence affect him so.

Why did she have to walk in here dressed in nothing but gray sweatpants, a light pink tank top and his red jacket covering her, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail. By God how she tempted him like no other had in his past and he doubted ever would again. Shaking his head he tried to clear the cobwebs out it did no good to have a clouded mind when Penelope Garcia was around.

"I came sweetness, to see how your doing. Is that a crime now?"

"You've seen me now you can see yourself out now," Morgan responded turning away from her, cause if he kept staring, if he kept taking in every inch of her wonderfully soft and curvy body he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold back from taking her.

"What the hell is your problem Morgan? You've been in a temper for days now."

"None of your business Garcia, just leave," he returned his hand clenching the hammer tighter.

His response hit her like a slap to the face, she thought for sure that at the very least they were still friends. "How can you say that you jackass? I thought at least we were friends, what the hell happened to that?"

"You want to know the problem baby girl," he started turning to face her, eyes full of fire. He watched her nod, "my problem is that no matter how long he lives he's always going to remember that a man he trusted took his mother from him. That he's going to be fucked up for the rest of his life and no amount of help is going to change that."

"You can't blame yourself for what happened to Stanley that was and will always be out of your hands," Penelope stated, yet she knew that the little boy was only part of his problem.

"Why can't I? It's my problem to bare not yours, so just drop it."

"Damn you Derek Morgan and your hero complex, and your damn sense of honor. You just don't get it do you, you can't wrap your mind around the fact that you can't blame yourself for what happens to everyone that you can't blame yourself for what happened all those years ago. You really want to stay here and wallow in self pity, fine you do that."

"What else is there for me to do?" her words hit him after that, she knew he wasn't speaking about just Stanley, but about himself to.

"Let someone in, let those wall's you have around you fall for once in your life, trust someone," Penelope answered compassion softening her voice.

"Can't do that Garcia, it's not who I am you know that," he replied turned back to his wall.

"That's bullshit and you know it Derek. But you keep beating yourself up over things that are out of your control. Maybe when you realize that there are people that care about you out there you'll come to you senses."

"There is no one that cares," Derek returned then hated himself for saying those words. Quickly he turned to face her.

She stood still her features the picture of shock and horror; however that wasn't what tore at his heart the most it was the pain and sadness that consumed her eyes that nearly killed his heart.

"Baby girl, I'm sorry," he started, but she held up a hand to stop him.

Once the shock slipped away anger replaced the unwanted emotion, "You know there had been something I wanted to tell you when I came here tonight. I thought for once that their could be an us, you and me together, but I see that it's just a damn fantasy. You go ahead and believe that one Morgan, cause I know nothing I'd say would change your mind. You don't see me like that. Stupid really hu? You and your damn pride are just too blind and stupid to see what's right in front of you. You can stay here and beat the shit out of the walls all you want alone. This," she waved between the two of them, "is over."

Derek stood there a minute letting her words sink in and when they finally hit home he chased after her, catching her in the hall way before she entered the living room.

"Now wait one damn minute Penelope," Derek gritted out, grabbing her arm and pulling her back towards him. "Nothing is over."

"The hell it isn't" Penelope spat trying to pull her arm free.

"Not until you tell me why you came here? Why the hell did you waste your time tracking me down only to give up?"

"Because you don't think it's worth it," she answered anger and hurt flashing in her eyes. His touch did nothing but remind her of what she's lost. The heat coming from his hand burn her emotionally making her twists away.

"Stop moving woman," Derek growled pulling her body flush against his feeling the soft curves meld to his hard body.

"Not until you let me go," she answered still wiggling around.

His arms came around her waist clamping her in like a vise grip as he backed her against the wall holding her in place.

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me why you came here?"

She glared at him, not waiting to give him anything more to hurt her with, she turned her face from his only to have him take hold of her chin and with tender force brought her eyes back to his. Her unshed tears, made his heart clench in his chest. He'd done this to her, hurt her like he's never done before.

"You want to know why I came looking for you," Penelope asked giving in. she knew he wouldn't leaving her alone if she didn't. He nodded, "I came to tell you something, to see if…"

He waited for her to continue, only to have to remain silent, "To see if what?"

She stared into his eyes, a war going on in her mind, "If we, if there was still an us."

"An us how?" he questioned knowing that her answer could make or break him.

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter now, you gave me my answer."

"Really I don't remember being asked anything," Derek responded trying to lighten the mood. He hated seeing her this way, but then again it was his own fault for the pained look in her eyes.

She tried to twist away from him again, but he brought her chance for escape to a halt as he tightened his arms around her waist. "Give it a rest Morgan. Just let me go."

"No not until you answer me Penelope," he returned his eyes softening when he stared at her.

She let out a long sigh, and finally answered him, "For us to be together, because I…"

Hope filled him as he watched her closely, "Because you what?"

"I… I love you, you stubborn, blind jackass. I'm in love with you," she replied, slumping against him the only thing keeping her up right.