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Next chapter. Happy family time for now with a little scare at the end! I'm also starting an outline for another multi-chapter story, so that'll be up when I finish the first chapter. Thanks for the reviews so far and enjoy! :)

Penelope shot wide awake in bed, sweat covering her forehead and heart thumping wildly against her ribcage. "Baby?" Derek yawned, sitting up next to her. Her eyes were shooting all around the room and her breathing was coming in short gasps. Derek pulled her close and kissed the side of her neck. "Another bad dream?" he asked quietly.

She nodded. "They're so vivid," she murmured, leaning into him. "I'm scared for no reason."

He moved his lips down her shoulder. "You're not scared for no reason," he murmured. "You've got a crazy bitch stalking around you."

Wiping some of her tears away, she sniffled. "I'm sorry," she whispered. His lips continued to trail down her shoulder and back up to her neck. She sighed and leaned back against his bare chest. Brushing his fingers across her belly, he held her close. As his hands drifted down beneath her panties, she murmured, "Oh God, you know just how to cheer me up, don't you?" Flipping her underneath him, she let him kiss her deeply. "It feels like it's been too long since this has happened last."

"It's only been a week, Baby Girl," he laughed. He sat up to pull her nightie up over her head and started to kiss her between her breasts. Tingles of electricity ran through her skin and she let out a sigh of pleasure as his teeth grazed her hardened nipples. His hand went between her thighs and he felt the sweet moisture dripping there. "But damn, a week seems to have been way too long for you. You're soaked."

"A week without you is far too long," she whimpered as he used his teeth to tug on one of her nipples. "I feel so bad about how I blamed you for the boys being taken. The only one to blame is Tamara."

"Let's not talk about her," he said as she pushed his pants down and he slid into her with one swift movement. "You are the one and only woman I want to be thinking about right now." He kissed her deeply and she moaned against his lips. His hands travelled along her hips and arched against him, shaking with pleasure. As his lips moved from her mouth, a scream of delight escaped her lips. He returned to her mouth to cover the sound. "I don't think we want the boys walking in on us again," he grunted, still thrusting into her. His speed increased rapidly and she began to come apart in her release.

"Oh God!" she cried as continued to thrust and stroke her center with his thumb.

He looked down at her eyes that were dark with passion. A hiss escaped his lips and he thrust one last time into his wife, finding his own release in the depths of her love-filled eyes.

"Best way to cure a nightmare ever," she panted when he collapsed next to her again, both of them sweaty and satisfied.

"Just call me Doctor Hubby," he laughed, kissing her again. He pulled her close to him and she hugged him tightly. Touching her abdomen that was growing steadily every day with their third child, he added in a soft murmur, "I love you."

She smiled. "I love you, too," she whispered back. Turning over on her other side, she let him pull her into his arms and they fell asleep to the sound of each other's heartbeats.

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The next morning two FBI agents showed up on the Morgans' doorstep to be a protection detail for Sam and Dean while Penelope and Derek went to work. Penelope had wanted to keep them with her all day, but Derek had thought it would be overdoing it and that a pair of FBI agents who knew what Tamara looked like and would not let her near them no matter what was perfect for the job. And the two little boys wouldn't slow them down in their search to put the crazy bitch behind bars.

"I want you two to be really good for Agent Anderson and his partner, okay?" Penelope said, kneeling down and pulling both her sons in for a hug at the same time. She kissed them on the cheeks. "Can you do that for me?"

"We can do anything for you, Mommy," Sam said, cuddling into her still.

She ruffled his curly hair. "I bet you can," she said with a smile. "You two be good. I love you." Before she set off, she watched her little boys bound off to the living room. She stood up again and started for the mudroom to put on her shoes.

Anderson knocked on the door to the mudroom momentarily and said, "We'll keep them safe, Garcia. You can count on us."

"I know we can," she said, slipping her arms into her jacket. "I'll be back at four. Hotch told me it would be okay."

He nodded. "Okay then," he said.

Derek came in after her and nodded at the other agent. "Anderson," he said in acknowledgement. "We trust you can take care of our sons. No more than two hours of TV. I hate saying it, but keep them inside. Who knows what Tamara is up to. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out things to do with them." He grinned at the slightly flustered agent.

"You think they'll like me okay?" he asked nervously.

Penelope smirked. "Dean will certainly like you if you read to him," she assured him. "He loves it when someone reads to him. Sammy might take a little while to warm up to you, but don't take it personal. He's just shy."

Anderson nodded. "Okay, I think I can do this," he said decisively. He gave them a grin. "Enjoy your day." Frowning for a second, he shook his head and corrected himself. "Well, as well as you can with that crazy lady running around out there. I hope you catch her soon."

Derek nodded. "See you later, Anderson," he said, putting his hand on Penelope's back and leading her out the door. Before getting in the car, he noticed Penelope looking forlornly in the window at their sons who were playing with Legos on the couch. Anderson had just joined them and was trying to bond with them both. Dean seemed to respond quicker than his older, more shy brother. She sighed and he went around to massage her shoulders. "Everything okay, Baby?" he asked, kissing her cheek.

She nodded. "Anderson is fine and all, but I really wish your mom and Des could've stayed longer to be with them," she said. "I just feel like it's all too much that our sons have a freakin' security detail on them and they're not even in their double digits!"

He laughed. "It'll be okay, Penelope," he murmured, opening her door for him. "We'd better get going. Tamara won't get caught herself."

Snickering, she started to get in the car and buckle her seat belt. "Too true, Baby Boy."

XXXXX

Penelope got in her husband's SUV to head on home around three thirty, Derek having confirmed a ride home for himself with Hotch. When she reached her house, she almost ran into the house. Her entire day had been spent worrying about her sons, wondering what they were up to and if they were okay. She called every hour and when Anderson didn't answer one of them, she'd started panicking and was almost ready to call the police when he called back, explaining he'd been making lunch and hadn't heard his phone go off.

Hurrying into the house, she kicked her shoes off swiftly and ran into the atrium. "Sammy, Dean? I'm home!"

To Penelope's joy and relief, her sons came thundering down the stairs and threw their arms around her legs. "You're home, Mommy!" Dean shouted happily.

She got down on her knees and hugged the boys tightly. No amount of hugging them could erase the memory of them being in the clutches of that terrible woman, away from her. "I certainly am, buddy," she said. "Were you two good for Agent Anderson?"

"They were perfectly behaved," Anderson interjected, coming from the upstairs with his fellow agent following behind. "No problems at all." He caught her questioning look of whether he meant just the boys or if he also meant trouble from Tamara. "And when I say no problems, I mean that."

She nodded her thanks to him for his subtlety.

"Well, we have to get going," Anderson said. "I've got dinner with my girlfriend and Thomas has to pick up his kids from their daycare."

"Thanks again you guys," Penelope said gratefully to the two agents. "You shouldn't have to babysit again. We're getting them into the FBI's daycare. I wanted them to not have to spend all day with just other FBI kids, but after Lisa let them go with –" She didn't say Tamara's name. She sighed and unclenched her fists. "I don't want to run the risk of her finding them again." She picked up Dean, who was still hugging her legs, and kissed his cheek.

Thomas nodded. "I hear you," he said. "That's why my kids aren't in FBI daycare. You know, when this all blows over I can show you my kids' daycare. If you want."

Penelope smiled. "Maybe," she said.

"Goodbye then," Anderson said with a wave as he and Thomas exited through the mudroom.

"What do you boys want for dinner?" She set Dean back on his feet again and ruffled his hair. "I can make Spaghetti-O's." She made her way to the kitchen with the boys following along behind her like a train of ducklings.

"No veggies?" Dean asked with hope in his large amber eyes.

Penelope sputtered laughter. "Oh ho!" she said, getting a glass out of the cabinet and pouring herself some water. "No, there most certainly will be veggies."

Dean made a face, but Sam perked right up and said, "Mommy, I will eat every last vegetable on my plate. Even if I don't like the kind you make." He looked at her, hoping she would approve of his statement.

She smiled and rubbed his back. "Alright you two," she said. "Daddy will be home really soon. Can you go pick up whatever mess you might've left in the playroom while I start making dinner." She started to usher them towards the stairs again.

"Okay Mommy," Sam said, taking Dean's hand. "C'mon Dean."

Dean pouted. "I don't wanna clean up," he whined, following his brother.

Penelope just shook her head and smiled before going to the kitchen to start making dinner. She began to wrack her brain for what she was going to make for her and Derek when he got home. As she was removing a can of Spaghetti-O's from the pantry and a bag of frozen peas from the freezer for her sons, her cell phone rang and she picked it up to answer it. It was an unknown number. Her heart stopped and she stared at the phone another minute before answering it. "How did you get this number?" she hissed.

"There are a lot of things I know how to get, Penelope Garcia," Tamara said smoothly. "Including the man you stole from me!"

"I stole nothing from you," she snapped. "And it's Penelope Morgan, Ms. Barnes."

A screech of rage flooded in through Penelope's cellphone and she had to move it away from her ear for a moment. "You will pay for stealing him from me! And those little boys! They're mine and you took them from me!"

"If you ever touch my sons again," Penelope said dangerously, "I'll end you. I swear to God I will. I'll kick you so hard you'll make it to the tenth circle of Hell."

"THEY'RE MINE!" she screamed as Penelope clicked the phone off. Breathing deeply, she turned it off and for extra measure she disconnected the house phone as well. She set about the kitchen working on dinner again, practically counting down the seconds until Derek got home.