Disclaimer: I own nothing.

I'm so obsessed with this story! Here's the next chapter, but there's no Penelope/BAU team…it's all Derek/Gigi interaction. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy :)

"Well hello there little lady," Drakoni said, putting out his cigar and rising to his feet and going to stand in front of little Gigi Morgan. She stood with her lips quivering and her arms crossed over her chest. Her curly mahogany hair was pulled up in two pigtails and her almond shaped eyes were filled with fat tears. Drakoni had to stifle a smirk; the little girl had her father's eyes. They were an identical match. "Those are very pretty pajamas you have on." He motioned at her baby blue butterfly pajamas she had on.

"Please can I see my mommy?" she whimpered, a few more tears spilling down her cheeks. "I just want my mommy."

Drakoni pouted mockingly at her. "You'll have to stick with someone else for right now." Looking back up at Marley, he ordered, "Marley, take our guest to Morgan's cell and lock her in with him. Let the two of them bond."

Marley looked shocked and stammered, "But sir –" He wanted Morgan to suffer, not get to meet the little brat.

"Do it," Drakoni ordered harshly. "Now." He watched as his right hand man grumbled and led the little girl out of the room. He was very interested in how the father-daughter meeting would go.

It would be very, very interesting.

XXXXX

Derek was still sitting with his head between his knees, still agonizing that his loss in the fight had caused his daughter to be brought to the hellhole; he knew Penelope would be worried sick.

"Knock, knock!" Marley was unlocking the cell. His face was filled with rage and he thrust the small girl into the caged off area. Knowing she would crash to the floor roughly if he let her fall, Derek shot forwards and held out his arms to catch her. She started crying and he held her gently. All Marley did was snicker. "The little brat won't last long here. I'll make sure of it." He grinned maliciously. "And neither will her mommy when I get my hands on her. Every second of her screaming will be like music to my ears. I'll be sure to film it for you."

Glaring at him, Derek spat, "You'll get what you deserve one of these days. And I swear to God, if I get out of here, you're not going to last very long because of what you've done to my daughter. And if you harm Penelope too, you'll get it ten times worse."

Marley just put his hands in his pockets and snickered before disappearing from view.

"Thank you." He looked down at where the small voice had come from in his arms. Hesitantly the two of them studied each other. Derek didn't quite know how to react. He was coming fact to face with his daughter for the very first time. He'd missed her first steps, her first words, her first everythings.

He didn't even know what her name was.

He didn't know what to say. But even though he was silent on the surface, inside he was reeling with emotions that he wasn't used to. He hadn't felt anything like it, at least in three years. Lifting the little girl up and setting her on her feet, he noticed she was looking at him like he looked familiar to her. He coughed a few times before croaking, "What's your name?"

Tilting her head to the side, she said, "My name's Gigi Morgan. My real name is Georgiana, but my mommy and my grammie and everyone else calls me Gigi. Or Gee sometimes. My Uncle Dave calls me bel –" She stumbled on the word. "I don't remember how to say it." The moment her name exited her lips he felt his chest constrict. Penelope had chosen the name he'd liked. For some reason words were escaping him and he couldn't open his mouth. So instead of him speaking, she started again. "I've seen you before," she stated, sitting cross-legged in front of him.

Finally he found his voice. "Where did you see me?" he asked in a ragged voice.

"You're all over my house," she said, blinking several times with her large doe-like eyes. "And sometimes, when Mommy thinks I'm not looking, I see her crying over one of the pic –" Again she struggled with the word. "I don't remember how to say that word either. But she looks at the thingy and she says 'Come back to me.'" She sighed heavily. "I don't like seeing my mommy sad. I think she's sad a lot."

His heart clenched at the thought of Penelope still grieving for him. But he understood her pain. It was the same pain he'd felt for the three years of his imprisonment. He missed her with every fiber of his being and he wished he could have been with her the last three years to raise their daughter. Imagining her alone was like cutting himself down to the bone; it grieved him that much. Tears filled his eyes and few even trickled down his face.

In that moment he'd never hated Ivan Drakoni more.

"Do you know who your daddy is?" he asked, testing the waters. It was possible Penelope was waiting until later to tell Gigi about him.

Sure enough, Gigi shook her head. "No," she said. "All my friends have daddies and I ask Mommy why I don't have a daddy and she tells me one day she'll tell me about him…when I'm old enough." She cocked her head to the side. Derek almost choked; it was just like he used to do when he was a kid and asking his father a question. "Do you know who my daddy is?" she asked with wide eyes.

He didn't know if Penelope would want him to spring this on their daughter, but he was going to get Gigi out of Drakoni's grasp, even if it meant he ended up dead. He wanted her to know from his mouth that he was her father. Nodding, he said, "I know who he is."

Gigi's face became excited, like she'd forgotten she'd been taken from her mother and locked away. Apparently his daughter was fearless. "Who?" she asked eagerly. "Who is he?"

Putting his hand over his heart, he said in a haggard voice, "I am. And I love you and your mommy so, so much."

Gigi's dark brown eyes widened and her mouth formed a small "o" shape. "You are?" she asked quietly. "Really?" He nodded again, this time unable to speak. By now tears were rolling down his face. He hadn't felt so much emotion in three years. Never did he anticipate this moment, the moment where he first met his daughter, to be this powerful. It was so strong his whole body was rocked with the force of it. He'd imagined the moment so many times over and over in his head. Three years had left him with eons worth of time to think about it. Each time had been different. He never thought he would be this affected by it. In fact, most of his captivity he thought he would die before meeting his child. And before he knew what was happening, the little girl had thrown her arms around him and was clutching him like a life raft. "Daddy!" she cried happily. "I've always wanted to find you…now I have a daddy, just like my friends!"

At first he was so startled by her reaction that he didn't know what to do or say. But it only lasted a moment. The next second he was hugging her back, tears pouring down his face in swift currents. "I'm going to get you out of here, Gigi," he promised. "I'm going to get you back to your mommy."

"Okay, Daddy," she murmured against his chest, still clinging to him.

Aside from when Penelope said "I do" to him at their wedding, two words had never sounded better to Derek's ears.