Derek was sitting at the bar, staring at the beer he had ordered about an hour prior. He had chugged the first bottle in a heart beat, needing the alcohol to remind him of his earthly bearings. However, the liquid did not mend his ripping heart and endless feelings of chaos and despair.

Penelope was going to be on the run from this man. He understood her mentality, which disturbed him more. He knew he told his cousin to run a long time ago, but he never saw or heard from her again. Would that happen to Penelope? Derek shuddered at the thought. He brought the mug to his lips, ready for the alcohol to ease his pain, yet he couldn't manage to intake the liquid.

He soon felt a presence beside him. He didn't need to turn his head to know who it was. His presence demanded focus and respect everywhere his boss went. However, the gaze Derek felt upon him was also filled with concern.

"This is her only option now," Hotch said, taking the beer from Derek's line of vision.

"No, it isn't," Derek said, keeping his head downward.

"Do you think she will be safer here? Constantly at risk of a mad man?" Hotch asked.

Derek shook his head, but no coherent words could leave his mouth. He didn't possess factual evidence like Reid or a strong argument like the man beside him. He only held fear, a broken heart and the experience of losing his cousin to guide him. "She'll never come back," Derek said brokenly, his head turning toward his friend.

"You don't know that," Hotch said. "We'll bring her home."

"The mad man that stalked my cousin forced her to leave us. We never heard from her again, Hotch. Hell, we thought she was a victim," Derek argued, shaking his head in despair.

"We won't let that happen to Garcia," Hotch said with conviction.

"How can you be sure, man?" Derek pleaded, despair cloaked with anger and doubt surrounding him.

"Because Penelope Garcia is in love with you," Hotch responded, his focus strong as he stared at one of the strongest agents he had ever known. "She loves you and would do anything for us. Including offer herself to him. At that idea, you almost locked her up in a cage. Now that she says you will run, you fled from her, leaving her broken and lost among us."

Morgan felt extreme guilt consume him at the thought of his Goddess being broken as she watched him walk from her. He needed her to know his love and passion for her, yet he couldn't find the words in that moment. Fear motivated the agent as he fought the urge to yell, weep or vomit.

"Where is she?" he asked, looking at his friend who also shared looks of doubt and uncertainty.

"Where do you think she is?" Hotch asked.

Derek felt the blood drain from his face as he thought of Penelope's defenses. Knowing her, she would pack quickly and leave to save the team heart ache and fear. She wouldn't tell anyone where she was and she would quickly terminate all forms of communication. "No," Derek said, placing money upon the bar and striding out of the bar.

"Morgan!" Hotch bellowed, following the agent out of the establishment.

Morgan looked around him as he spotted his truck across the way. He knew Hotch was following him, but he didn't have time to explain his action. He needed her more than life and he was going to get her.

"Morgan, stop!" Hotch ordered following the broken hearted man.

As Morgan opened the door and gathered his keys, Aaron pounded his fist against the window. Rolling it down, Morgan said, "I need her, man."

"I know," Hotch said. "Go to her calmly."

"I am not okay without her, Hotch," Derek said turning his fiery gaze toward the man he admired and respected most in his team. "I need Penelope."

Hotch nodded and stepped back to watch Derek drive away from him, hoping he wouldn't allow his anger and fear hurt the relationship between him and their analyst.

Penelope wiped away her tears as she packed the last of her bags. She was traveling lighter than usual, but knew that it would support the rouse to end their stalker. JJ, Seaver, Reid and Rossi had just left Derek's apartment about an hour ago, leaving her to her thoughts and preparations. She didn't know how she was going to be able to leave her family.

Penelope had made a family within her team for the past seven years. Through the darkest of evils, they were able to bond and create a unity she hadn't experienced since the loss of her parents. However as she looked at the suitcases by the front door, she couldn't help but feel the familiar sting of abandonment as she realized she was leaving those she loved.

Penelope did dare look at the photographs of her and Derek around the apartment. She hadn't realized how many times they were captured on film until she moved her belongings into his modern decor. Each photo possessed a different memory that shot bullets into her heart.

She could see the betrayal and devastation upon his face as she informed the team that she was going to run. This psycho was holding no punches back in his assault and desire for her. It was evident in the loss of Kevin's life. She wouldn't allow anyone else to be killed for her. She would rather give herself up than witness such evil.

Yet, Penelope knew that meant she needed from the only home she found sanctuary in since being an adult. She hoped that this pain would encourage the UNSUB to stop his hunt for her and flee. However, she knew she didn't have all the answers, only faith in their profile.

The sound of the door opening caused Penelope to jump and look toward the sound. Derek stood in the doorway, his form ragged and haunted. He looked relieved at the sight of her in their bedroom, but lost at the thought of her being gone. Penelope allowed a solitary tear to fall from her eyes as she studied the man before her.

Derek had entered the apartment quickly, praying to God that she wouldn't be gone. He threw open the door and saw the suitcases by the doorway. His heart dropped at the thought of her packing away their life together to save him. Her gasp alerted him of her presence. He looked up and saw her standing like a broken angel beside their bed. Her eyes were wet and fearful. He found relief in her presence, but wanted nothing more than to be buried within her warmth and light.

Striding toward her, he pulled her in his arms and captured her lips in a kiss that rivaled all prior to humanity's experience. She immediately weakened in his arms, her own arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer to her warmth. "Derek," she moaned into his mouth, his actions leaving her no room or ability to form words or argue. He demanded her tonight, and he would give her no option of debate.

He tore himself from her to pull down the comforter and sheets while shutting off the light. Derek needed no illuminating assistance to view the Goddess before him. He needed nature's darkness to shield him from the light of truth and reality in the morning hours. Tonight was about them and their love.

His hands guided over her body as if she was made of glass. He feared his touch would cause her to shatter before him into a million pieces that would be impossible to reconstruct. Her lips were bruised and roughened as she shook lightly from his heated inventory of her body.

"Derek?" she questioned with the faintest whisper, her eyes looking into his for strength and certainty.

"Don't leave me," he pleaded, looking into her eyes with a brokenness Penelope had never encountered previously. "I can't... I can't..." Derek couldn't voice the words he wanted or needed to say.

Instead, her compassionate eyes caused his bravado to deteriorate and his strong hands to fall upon her clothing with tragic earnest. His removed her clothing reverently, memorizing each detail of her body as her skin was revealed. He watched as the revelation of skin produced an initial goose bump reaction and then a faint blush upon her ivory skin. As his lips met each inch of her available skin, Penelope found herself falling into the bed, allowing Derek the opportunity to worship her form.

Derek was grateful that she had removed her electrifying jewelry that accessorized her appearance. He wanted her raw and wanting beneath him with no outrageous distractions on his path. His hands encountered the tie which wrapped her dress together, and he gently removed the bow which kept her covered. Unwrapping her of her garment, Derek's eyes feasted upon her blushing body beneath. His tongue and lips hungrily consumed her natural salt and sweetness, his mind memorizing her senses.

Penelope's own hands gently removed her lover of his clothes that kept him from her sights. She was lost in the sensations he was inspiring with her. Heartbreak, longing and desire were producing a tragic combination within her heart. Penelope memorized the taste of his lips, the image of his body, his sounds and his scent as he made love to her with precision and dedication. Her body grew wet with anticipation and desire with his slow and thorough discovery.

"Derek," she moaned as his mouth traveled to her core, his tongue lapping at her lubrication and desire.

He growled as he feasted upon her core, her dripping juices sparking an animalistic drive within him which demanded him to claim her as his. His prior protective and territorial instincts exponentially increased with her shaking desire. Her body arching against his mouth encouraged his loving and detailed caress. Sucking her clit firmly caused her to release herself, her moans and screams making him harder with achievement.

Penelope felt her heart rate control her hearing as Derek traveled up her spent form. Her tired hands made their journey down his sculpted arms and muscular form. She couldn't help but adore the man mounting above her.

Yet his eyes were staring at her with awe and reverence as he looked down upon her. She was mesmerized by his onyx eyes which always held her heart. "Penelope," he said softly, tracing her face softly with his hand.

Penelope leaned into his touch, her eyes closing from the comfort of his warmth and masculine charms. Opening her eyes again, she noticed he was looking away from her, his teeth clenched and his eyes brewing with defiant tears.

Raising her hands to cup his face gently, she turned his face slowly so he faced her. However, his eyes were stubbornly closed, not looking at her love filled eyes. Raising her head to press soft kisses upon his face, she gave herself the opportunity to memorize the strength of her Derek's face. Nuzzling his nose softly, she whispered his name like a silent prayer, causing him to open his eyes to meet hers.

"I love you, Derek Morgan," she whispered, a lone tear escaping her eyes. "I always have."

With her confession, he thrust into her deeply, no barriers separating them from their love. The intensity of her tightness and warmth lit a fire upon his body as he stole her lips in a passion filled kiss. Penelope gasped from his intensity as he began their slow and torturous dance. Their world seemed to disappear with every long thrust of his form, causing them to only look and worship one another.

Penelope knew each of Derek's desires and pleasures through their months of sex and hunger. Rolling them beneath the sheets so she mounted above him, Penelope allowed Derek to bury himself deeper within her, sparking a moan of pleasure and heat to escape from him. His sounds inspired her to ride him roughly, to tighten her inner muscle to spark his hunger and desire. Her hands were placed firmly upon his chest, her fingernails teasing him with light yet deep scratches.

Derek's hands traveled to her hips, controlling her thrusts with deepness and speed. He loved watching their joined union, his thumb teasing her swollen nub with torturous pleasure. His mouth leaned forward as he took one of her breasts into his mouth, her body arching from his suction. Resembling a cobra in her movements, Derek only moved her faster above him as his mouth traveled and bit lovingly upon her heaving breasts.

Derek's finger pushing against her clit roughly, sparking her release above him, his name being shouted through the apartment, her inner muscles clenching in release. In her state of temporary frozen movement, Derek rolled her beneath him and allowed himself to thrust himself roughly and quickly within her heat. His eyes captured her look of desire and trust beneath him, her lips glistening from his saliva, her eyes bold and spent. "I love you," he murmured as he thrust. "You are mine," he ordered.

"I'm yours," she repeated, looking into his eyes as he began spiraling out of control. "My heart, my body, my mind and spirit all belong to Derek Morgan."

With her vow he released with her, his explosion sparking explosions of power and controlled reverence within her. He groaned her name like a prayer as he fell upon her, her touch leading him to an abyss of comfort and peace. There was no one by them in this moment. No one to tear them apart and keep them from one another.

As he removed himself from her, he rolled to her side and pulled her back tightly against his chest. He pressed kisses upon his neck and shoulders, whispering "I love you," and "Don't leave me," with every kiss. Penelope fought back her tears as his love and devotion lulled them both to sleep, her heart breaking from what would greet her in the morning hours.

"I love you, Derek Morgan."

Derek awakened and was greeted with the cruel sun shining through his windows. Her scent trapped him in memories of the night before as her love and warmth dominated his sense. Encouraged to feel her beauty again, Derek shut his eyes and began to rolled to trap to essense. He rolled to pull her into his arms when he was greeted with the coolness of sheets. Startled, he opened his eyes and found nothing to hold onto.

"No," he growled, reaching for his boxers and slipping them upon him. He found their photograph faced down upon his night stand knowing she couldn't look upon further evidence of their love.

He moved toward the entry way, praying he would see what greeted him when he returned home. However, her luggage was gone as was she. Clenching his hand into a fist, he hit the nearest wall with tortured pain, as he realized his Goddess ran from him without a word or tear to save him.