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Tamara made her way back to the closet where she found Sam curled up in a corner. The little boy stared up at her with hate and she said, "Sam man –"

"Only my mommy can call me that!" he snapped.

Anger flashed through her veins and she glared right back at him. "Sam, honey, I am your mommy," she said harshly. She leaned down and grabbed his upper arm, pulling him out of the closet. "I have to go run an errand, so even though you haven't been a good boy and apologized for being so naughty, I am letting you out of here and expecting you to watch your baby brother." Dragging him down the hall, she unlocked another door and opened it. Dean was sleeping on one of the bunk beds when she did and Sam rushed in towards him.

"Dean!" he cried happily, sitting down next to his brother. The little boy's eyes fluttered open and he sat up, rubbing his face tiredly.

"Sammy?" he yawned.

"Watch your brother," Tamara said sweetly. "I'll be back soon and then we can have dinner together while we wait for your daddy to get home."

"Daddy and Mommy are coming to get us?" Dean said happily.

Tamara's look darkened before she slammed the door shut and locked it up tight again. Sam hugged his brother and said, "Daddy and Mommy are going to find us soon, Dean. Don't worry."

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Derek thought it was odd that Penelope would be getting a fax from anyone when she was supposedly not supposed to be getting any news on anything from anyone but the team. He scrunched his brow and rose from the conference room table to find what she might be up to. He looked through the window at his impossible wife. She looked exhausted, but determined and a tad bit under the weather. Definitely a sign that she was up to something. In all the years he'd known her, he'd seen the look on her face enough times to know what there was something going on with her. Leaving the conference room, he cornered her in the room with the fax machine and shut the door, making her jump when she looked up from reading the papers.

"Jesus, Derek," she said shortly. "What do you want?"

"Wanting to know what you're up to," he said simply, leaning against the door. "You were told not to go near a computer. And yet here you are, receiving a fax."

She rolled her eyes. "Back off, Derek," she muttered. "I'm just fetching something for JJ."

He shook his head. "Baby Girl, I know when you're lying," he scolded. "After thirteen years you should know that."

Knowing his words were true, she lied, "And what exactly would I be looking at?"

"Whatever information you could bully out of your ex-boyfriend," he returned in the same tone.

She coughed momentarily and her eyes squeezed closed for a moment, like she was wincing in pain but trying to hide it. Wiping her sweaty forehead, she started for the door, but stumbled over her own ankles. She teetered around on her feet for a moment before steadying herself.

Concerned, he shot to her side without a moment's hesitation. "Penelope, what's wrong?" he asked. He put the papers she was holding down on the table and allowed her to lean on his body. She grasped his torso and he felt her forehead. "Baby, you feel feverish."

"I feel chilly and shaky and –" A groan of pain escaped her mouth. "I really don't feel well, Derek."

He pulled a chair out for her to sit and said hurriedly, "I'm going to go fetch Hotch. Hang in there, Baby Girl." Planting a kiss on her forehead, he rushed back towards the conference room. "Hotch!" he called to his boss. "Hotch, it's Penelope. She's sick." JJ and Hotch dashed towards his direction and he showed them into room he'd left his wife in. Instead of her being slumped in the chair though, Penelope was on the ground, having fallen unconscious and slid out of the seat. "Penelope!" he cried out, two of his fingers going to check her pulse; it was faint.

"JJ, go call an ambulance," Hotch ordered calmly. He looked up at Derek's panic-stricken face. "Did you know she was sick?"

Derek swallowed past the lump in his throat. "She's not sick," he choked out. "She's about three months pregnant." Tears burned on the surface of his eyes as his mind shot to the worst possible scenario. "Hotch man, what if –"

Hotch cut him off swiftly. "Don't go there," he commanded. "You need to stay strong right now. She's going to be fine, just don't lose your cool."

Nervously, Derek nodded and stroked his wife's hair back, praying her breathing would remain normal and their unborn child was still hanging on.

XXXXX

Penelope woke up to see Derek's blurry form hunched over next to her. She was on a hospital bed and her husband was clutching her hand tightly, mumbling almost incoherent words. "Baby, I'm so sorry about everything lately," he wept, something so uncharacteristic for Derek. "I'm sorry for not telling you about Tamara, for not being able to protect our sons. I'm a damn fool. I didn't see the signs that something like this would happen, that Tamara would ever hurt Sammy or Dean." His lips pressed against her palm and he sniffled. "As soon as I get them back, I'm going to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. And I'll make sure no one ever, ever touches our children again."

Derek still hadn't sat up, so to alert him that she was awake, Penelope wiggled her fingers to grasp his hand back. He sat bolt right up and she whispered, "I know you will."

"Penelope! You're awake!" he exclaimed.

She nodded slightly. "What happened?" she asked, her voice dry and crackly. "How long was I out?" She perked up even more for a second. "Has anything been done about Sam and Dean? Has anyone found them?"

"Baby, you – you stressed yourself a little too hard," he murmured. "With everything that's been going on, the baby –" He didn't have to finish; she knew what he was getting at.

"So I lost the baby?" she asked, her voice almost inaudible.

He shook his head. "No, no," he said, rubbing some of her tears away with his thumb. "The baby's okay. We just had a scare, that's all. The doctor ordered bed rest for you."

"And Sam and Dean?"

"We're going off of what Lynch has found for us," he said. "We think that she might be using some of her family's establishments as means of hiding. But we'll find them, Baby. We're going to find them."

She bit her lips and nodded, scared and wishing she could see her sons. "Okay then," she murmured. Her eyes met Derek's and held them for the first time in two days. "Derek," she said, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry about how I've been acting, treating you like you don't care and like I blame you."

He got up from his chair and asked, "Can I sit here?" He patted the hospital bed and she nodded. Settling down next to her, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "We're going to get our babies back and everything will be okay," he whispered. He was going to say more, but Reid knocked on the door and entered with an urgent look on his face. Looking slightly irritated at first, Derek snapped, "Reid? What's going on?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt Morgans," he said, holding up both his hands in surrender. "But we've just got a witness who lives next door to one of the Barnes family residences. She's seen a woman of Tamara's description leaving the house. Hotch gave the all good. We can go as soon as I get you back to the station."

Derek shot to his feet and said, "I'm right behind you, kid."

Reid nodded and before he left the hospital room, he looked at Penelope and said, "We'll have the boys back in no time, Garcia."

Penelope nodded tearfully at him and grabbed Derek's hand before he shot out of the room with Reid. He looked down at his wife and she whispered, "You bring them home." She then pulled his face down and kissed him. It was a short kiss, but it was passionate. "I love you."

Kissing her back, he stroked her hair behind her ear and murmured, "And I love you. I'll have them back to you before the night is over."

XXXXX

"CLEAR!" Derek hollered as he kicked the door to the elegant house where Tamara was supposedly hiding his sons at open. He'd gone in the back way while Hotch had gone through the front door. They met up at the stairwell. "No one's down here," he grunted. "There was no sign of a car in the garage either."

"We've still got the upper level," Hotch said. "Rossi's down in the cellar right now, we would've heard if there was something down there on the walkie."

"I'll take the –" Reid started to say when the sound of banging on a door came from the above level. Before he could say anything else, Derek burst into action, taking the stairs two at a time. He followed the sound of the banging to a door at the end of the hallway.

"Help us!" Sam screamed. "We're in here! Someone help us!"

Derek put his gun back in its holster and put his palms to the door, tears filling his eyes. "S-Sam?" he choked. "Sam, it's Daddy."

"Daddy!" Dean cried happily. "You found us! Is Mommy there?"

"No," he said. "No, it's just Daddy and Uncle Hotch and Uncle Reid right now." Hotch had come up next to him and nodded to him. "Sam, I need you to get your brother and yourself far away from the door. Can you do that for me?"

"Are we gonna see you soon, Daddy?" Dean asked, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

Derek rubbed his tears away and said shakily, "Yes, yes you will buddy. Sammy, I need you to get your brother away from the door. Daddy's going to kick it down to get to you, but if you are in the way you could get very hurt. Can you move out of the way?"

"Yes," Sam said. His voice was more faint the next time he spoke, like he was farther away. "Okay Daddy. We're on the bed right now."

Hotch put his hand on Derek's shoulder before he brought his leg up to kick down the door with all his strength; the whole door flew backwards into the wall. His two sons sat huddled together on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed and as soon as they saw him, they jumped off the bed and ran towards him. He dropped to his knees and wrapped both his sons in a tight hug.

"Daddy!" Dean shrieked with joy. "Sammy said you would find us! And you did."

"Yes I did, buddy," Derek said, kissing both their cheeks. "Your mommy missed you so much."

"Can we see her?" Sam begged. "We missed her so much too." The look in his eyes as he begged to see his mother whom he was so attached to was heartbreaking.

A few tears fell from his cheeks and Derek stood up, picking Dean up in one arm and holding Sam's hand. "Of course we can, buddy," he said. He looked at Hotch. "Can they see their mother first? They can get interviewed afterwards."

Hotch nodded. "Of course," he said. "She'll be so happy they're back. And a happy technical analyst makes for happy everyone."

XXXXX

"Knock, knock," Derek said with a smile on his face, entering Penelope's hospital room with Dean and Sam each holding one of his hands. "Mrs. Morgan, you've got some visitors." He grinned widely at his wife who now had her hands covering her mouth and tears pouring down her cheeks when she laid eyes on her sons.

"Mommy!" the boys cried in unison and they sprinted to her bed side. Sam managed to climb on the high bed by himself, but he had to help pull Dean up so he could cuddle with Penelope as well.

She held them both tightly to her and kissed the tops of their heads. "I missed you so much!" she sobbed into the hair, releasing them and touching both their cheeks to look at them more closely. "Are you okay? Did that mean, cruel lady hurt you in anyway?"

"She shoved me into a closet for timeout, but other than that we were okay," Sam reported, snuggling into his mother's side and holding her tight. "We missed you so, so much Mommy."

"Right," Dean said, joining Sam's hugging of their mother.

Derek leaned against the doorway and looked at his wife who was still sniffling and clutching their sons to her tightly. He'd never felt more happy in his life. But while he was rejoicing at the safe return of his sons, he knew Tamara was still out there, somewhere, still a danger to his family. Her actions had already hospitalized Penelope once and taken their sons from them; he didn't know how much more she was capable of and that scared him. He remembered specifically how their breakup had gone: he'd called her Penelope while they were in bed together and he'd spilled how he was truly in love with his best friend. Tamara had been less than gracious at his confession. It was likely her main target would be Penelope and Derek had no intention of leaving his wife and children's sides until the crazy bitch was found. His mother and sister Desiree were on their way to help keep them safe.

Penelope's puffy eyes opened and met Derek's. She smiled at him and used her head to gesture for him to come join her and their sons. Without a moment's hesitation, he went to their sides and sat on the edge of the bed, resting his hand on Penelope's thigh.

"I love you," she mouthed silently to him. "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to forgive," he mouthed back.

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Tamara Barnes had watched as the FBI had raided her home where she'd been waiting for Derek to come and join their perfect family. She had followed Derek when he'd carted their sons away from their fine home and he'd ended up in the hospital. Making sure to stay in the shadows, she watched as he took the boys to his "wife's" hospital room. She clutched Tamara's sons to her and she felt anger flood her system.

She would have her revenge. No one kept Tamara Barnes from her true love. No one.