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Thank you guys for the reviews…I know I always say this, but it's always true: I love getting them :) They brighten my day. I also want to apologize for all the mean stuff I'm inflicting on the Morgans. I promise it will get better. My sister always yells at me for being mean to my characters in my original works…I guess my meanness is rubbing off into my fanfiction.

Hours had passed since Penelope had followed Drakoni to the Ring's headquarters. By now Marley had cut and burned her countless times. Blood had trickled and dried from the slashes on her arms, her chest, and her face. Moving at all released a fierce pain in her body that felt like someone was scorching her bones and insides with a blow torch. Each time she moved her head even the slightest centimeter, the pain was so intense that it was impossible not to let out a soft cry. At first she'd resisted Marley's wish to have her screaming, keeping her lips sealed shut and bracing herself for each blow, cut, or burn. But it became too much to keep in. What had started off as a mere smacking around had transformed into pure, unadulterated torture.

"Ready for death yet, dearie?" Marley snickered. His knife was poised over her collarbone as he waited for an answer.

"I would never leave my daughter willingly," she managed to say. "So you'll have to keep it up." The knife slashed across her skin, digging down deep. A small whimper escaped her throat and she earned another laugh from Marley.

Before he cut her again, a vibrating sounded from his pocket and he rolled his eyes. "'Scuse me, dearie," he said. "I'll right back." Checking the phone's text that had come, he grinned widely and turned to Penelope. "Well, it looks like Drakoni's ready to see you." He strode towards her and flipped his knife out again to cut her bonds that kept her tied to the pole. Her arms that had gone numb from hours of being tied up fell limply to the ground and she gritted her teeth, trying as hard as she possibly could not to cry out. Marley grabbed her by the hair and tugged her upward. "Let's go," he growled.

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Gigi had fallen asleep on Derek's lap and he was busy watching the drug lords who were walking through the warehouse warily. None of them were paying any mind to him or Gigi, but he was still watching them like every single one of them was going to try and take his daughter. He kept his arms firmly around her, protecting her every second that passed by. If anyone came near her, they'd die before laying a finger on her.

As he watched Gigi sleep, Marley started banging on the cage. Derek hadn't even noticed him come towards them. He'd been too focused on his daughter.

"Morgan!" he hollered. "Get up…Drakoni wants to see you."

Glaring viciously at him, Derek spat, "I'm not leaving my daughter here."

Shaking his head and snickering, Marley said, "No matter. Bring her with you. Drakoni wants to make a deal with you. Or rather, have you listen in on a deal."

Derek stayed where he was, studying Marley's face. He was unsure of whether or not to get up and follow him with Gigi still with him, but he really didn't have a choice. "Fine," he said gruffly. Tenderly, he started to stand up, Gigi still in his arms. She started to stir and her tired diminutive brown eyes opened, still glazed over with sleep. She looked up to meet his eyes. "Hey sweetie," he whispered. "We're going to move somewhere else okay? You can go back to sleep."

"Where're we going Daddy?" she yawned.

He kissed her forehead. "Shh," he said. "Go back to sleep."

Her answer was leaning against his chest and closing her eyes again.

"Pfft," Marley said as he led Derek out of the cell. It was clear he thought Derek's show of affection was pathetic. "Make one move and I use the nightstick on your precious little angel." Derek held Gigi close to him as Marley pushed Derek along the corridor towards Drakoni's office. He'd not wanted to kill the bastard more than when he threatened to hurt his child. "We've got a little surprise for you."

Derek didn't say anything. He just kept walking until they were outside Drakoni's door. Marley opened it and pushed him inside so that he stumbled when his toe hit the carpet. "Morgan!" Drakoni said. He was sitting behind his desk, smoking his usual huge cigar. A huge Cheshire-cat grin lit up his face like it was Christmas morning and someone was delivering him a new batch of potent product to make millions off of. "And I see you've bonded with your little Gigi. She's absolutely adorable."

Scowling, Derek said, "Marley said you had a surprise for me. What is it?" It was then he saw a blonde haired head in the huge leather armchair chair sitting in front of Drakoni. His gut dropped to the ground and he rushed to the chair, kneeling down next to it. What he saw made him feel sick all of the sudden, like he would vomit any second. Before him sat his wife, bloodied and bruised and breathing with difficulty. Her eyes were shut and it was as if she was trying to block out all sounds. He used one of his hands to touch her cheek and when she let out a whimper, he knew she was in an unworldly amount of pain. "Penelope?" he gasped.

Slowly her eyes opened and when they fell on Derek and Gigi, she let out a cry and tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks. "Is it really you?" she cried, sliding forward in her chair to get closer to him. Both her hands went to his face and she said, "It is you!" She ignored the burning, furious pain running through her limbs. "Oh, Derek!" Despite the cuts on her forehead and the pounding pain in her temple, she leaned her forehead against his. "And you have our little girl…" She began to sob hoarsely, touching Gigi's cheek in the process. The little girl slept on, but her mother began to stroke her hair all the same. "You kept her safe. I knew you would."

Tears were pouring down his own cheeks and he moved some of her hair from her face. "I'm so sorry, Penelope," he wept. "I lost a fight. It's all my fault that you're both in this mess." Staying close to Penelope's side and still holding Gigi, he looked up at Drakoni's unsympathetic face. "What have you done to her, you monster?" he demanded. "What has she done to you? Nothing!"

Drakoni shook his head. "She chose to come here to rescue your daughter," he said unforgivingly. "She made her choice."

"You tortured her!"

"She came with the intention of making a deal," Drakoni said. "I thought I'd bring you here to hear how the whole affair goes down." Directing his attention to Penelope, he smiled thinly. "You came here to make a deal, Mrs. Morgan. So here's my proposal: you can choose to stay here in exchange for your daughter being released. You'll be here for my own personal use to do whatever I require. You will only be allowed to see your husband once a month. But for all this your daughter will be set free."

Derek glared at him. "Let them both go! I'll do anything, Drakoni! Anything you want!" he cried, clutching his daughter to him tightly and remaining glued to Penelope's side. "They're innocent."

"You lost that fight," was his simple answer.

"The drugs were bad!" Derek pleaded. "You know they were."

Drakoni shook his head. "Not my problem," he said.

Suddenly Penelope's voice broke through. "I'll do it," she whispered. Her voice was full of defeat and she sounded as if the life had been drained from her. "Just let Gigi go."

Gently, Derek asked, "Can you hold her?" He nodded towards Gigi's sleeping head. She nodded and he placed her gently on Penelope's lap. Turning to Drakoni, he suddenly took on a dangerous stance. His glare was thunderous and his body language was one ready for a fight. "Let my family go, Drakoni," he growled. "This will end poorly for you if you don't."

"What do you possibly think you can do to me?" Drakoni asked with a smirk. He tilted his head to the side and stared at Derek menacingly.

"You're about to find out," Derek hissed.

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"Sir!" Detective Sanchez cried with excitement, rushing towards Hotch. "Agent Hotchner!"

"What is it, Detective?" Hotch asked tiredly. He'd not gotten much sleep in the last forty eight hours and he didn't have time to deal with the over active detective's actions.

"Penelope took a GPS tracking device," she said, breathing heavily like she'd just run a marathon to get to him. Now Hotch's interest was piqued. He began to listen intently. "Each tracker comes with a portable device to take on the road, but they're also on the computer. One of our techs just found the signal for one of them blinking." She grinned. "We have the location where Penelope must have gone!"

Hotch didn't spare a single moment. "Get your SWAT teams in place and get them ready while I get my team gathered!" he ordered. "We're going as soon as everyone's ready!"