A.N: another piece of the pie, chocolate I think. Oh and I know Penelope never really makes those kind of calls but for this story she does. I hope you like thank you to everyone who reviewed, added to favorites and alerts and now on with the show.

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Chapter ten

Taking a deep claiming breath, Penelope tried to clam her racing heart. This was something she had never done in her life before, sure she'd counseled victims families, children mostly, but this it was so much different.

As she waited for Phil Miller to answer his phone, she tapped her pencil trying to keep the quite from invading her mind.

"Hello," came a gruff male voice.

"Mr. Miller."

"Yes," came his reply.

"I'm Penelope Garcia with the FBI," she began trying to keep the tremor from her voice.

"What can I do for you Ms. Garcia?"

"Your daughter sir," she answered quietly.

"What about her," he asked and Penelope could hear the hitch in his voice.

"Well sir they've found her in Atlanta."

"Oh thank God," he breathed tears forming in his eyes as he sat heavily on into his couch.

"Sir," she started again, "I'm sorry but…"

"But what? Is she all right?"

Penelope paused a fraction to gain her wits end, "I'm sorry sir, they found her body this afternoon."

"No please no," he begged, shaking his head though Penelope couldn't see it.

"I'm so sorry sir, I wish I had better new," Penelope offered her own tears threaten to fall.

"I… she… God what happened?"

She hesitated for a second, "All I know sir is that she was found this afternoon. It seems that she was on her way to visit her aunt and got picked up."

"Picked up?" he asked surprise in his voice.

"Yes sir, while making her way to her aunt's house, she was living on the streets begging for food and shelter."

"She knew better than that. Oh Rebecca why did you leave?" the question directed more to himself than anyone else.

"I know this is difficult sir but did your daughter have any enemies, someone would want to hurt her?"

"No ma'am," he answered, "but things have been a bit stranded between us lately. We haven't really talked all that much."

"Teenagers," Penelope offered carefully, "if you can think of anything sir, here's my number," she waited for him to get a piece of paper then, "264-555-3895. If you need anything at all even just to talk."

"Thank you Ms. Garcia."

"Please call me Penelope," she responded wiping the tears from her cheeks. "If you want to be able to follow the case more closely give the APD call."

"Why's the FBI involved in the first place?" he asked almost as an after thought.

Penelope bit her bottom lip, "They think her death may be connected to a series of kidnapping that have been happening."

"Dear Jesus," Phil exclaimed.

"Again I'm sorry," she reiterated softly unable to come up with something better.

"Penelope, thank you at least I know, and thank you for the information," he replied before hanging up.

Penelope clicked the end button after listening to the dial tone for a few tease minutes.

"You didn't have to do that Penny it's not your job," came Kevin's voice from behind her.

Twisting around a scowl marring her features, "I know that Kevin. I thought you were heading home, an early night."

"Had a few things to finish up," he offered stepping forward, "so did Hotchner ask you to do that."

"For your information I volunteered not that you would understand in the first place."

"Penny," he tried, "your doing too much as is. Sleeping here when your team is on a case, acting like they need you every few seconds when they really don't care about you," he stepped fully into the medium sized room kneeling in front of her. "I'm worried about you Pen."

She shook his hands off, "You have a funny way of showing it Kevin. We were attacked and you stood there."

He hastily stood, "And I apologized for that Penny. What more do you want. I'm not that muscle bound doofus Morgan who'd think with his fists instead of his head."

"Oh and you think just standing there doing nothing was better and here I thought you actually cared Kevin. Gee I guess I thought wrong," she sneered, turning back to her babies.

"That's not fair Pen," he stood up turning her chair around, "what did you want to me do fight my way through. I'd have been hurt…"

She turned her chair around so fast that his uncoordinated abilities made him fall flat on his ass. Penelope stood over him a tower of anger and hurt, "You jackass, caring more about yourself than me. I thought you loved me that you'd do anything to protect me. Your words not to long ago remember or do you have selective memory lose now," she argued, glairing at him, "get up Kevin and leave this office I don't want to see you for a few days."

Slowly he crawled away from her anger, steam all but rising from her head, "Fine I'm going, but this doesn't count as any kind of end."

"GET OUT KEVIN," she screamed eyes shooting daggers at his retreating form.

Retaking her seat heavily she just wanted to forget that today ever happened.

"Ms. Penelope," came another male voice.

"Yes, Ted," she answered quietly.

"You have a visitor," he replied, turning to leave.

Penelope got up to follow just a bit afraid of who her visitor was. Once the elevator came to a halt and she stepped into the lobby spotting the well defined back of Office Daniels standing at the front desk, arms behind his back accentuating his well developed muscles.

"Matt," she stated coming to a stop just behind him.

He turned a bright smile lighting his features, "Penelope," he stated thought somewhat sadly, his deep voice giving him away.

"Found nothing hu?" she guessed by the look in his deep sea green eyes.

"I'm sorry Penelope, but unfortunately the CSI's couldn't find any prints."

"I figured," she answered sadly, "most likely used gloves."

He nodded, "Do you have a place to stay for tonight?" he didn't want to be nosy, but something about this woman tugged at his heart.

"Yea I do. Thank you for coming down to tell me when you didn't have to."

"It's no problem," he answered, trying to keep his mind on the job.

"Still it was very kind," she reiterated softly taking a seat in one of the hard plastic chairs.

"Penelope," he began seeing something in her deep honey eyes, "is everything all right, besides the obvious?"

"I'm fine really, it's just been a hard day," she answered feeling his large warm hand come to rest on her shoulder as he sat beside her.

"Would you like to go for some coffee?"

"I," she paused the lonely feeling invading her mind and heart. Sure she had the team, but they were out on a case, none knowing that torture she was facing back home, but then again they didn't know about the extra case she was working either. "Can you give me about twenty minutes there something I need to do and I'd be glad to join you."

"Of course, I'll be waiting right here," he answered watching her get up and walk away.

It was stupid really she had a boyfriend, but did he really care. After all the way he'd just talked to her, the anger in his voice, the resentment towards her team, her family, made her begin to wonder about their future together. Then there was Derek Morgan, best friend, yet there was something deep between them, well she had always thought there had been. But lately, the last six months anyway, that thought had started to fade hell she wasn't even sure he cared anymore. Of course that one phone call, after JJ had told her that he'd heard their conversation, the caring and sincerity in his voice transcended the phone line tugging her heart and breaking the ice she'd covered the major muscle with all those months ago. Her mind was at a lose as to what she should do, but then again it was only coffee.

Entering her lair, she quickly donned her head set dialing the familiar number and waited.

"Hey PG."

"Just letting you know kitten that I called Mr. Miller and let him know what's happened that if he wanted to follow the case to contact you guys."

"Of course," JJ answered, "we're closing down for the night here to pick back up early tomorrow. Go home Pen get some rest."

"I will JJ good night," and she hung up knowing she fibbed to her best friend. Quickly she gathered her purse and went back down stairs.

End note: I know all about Penelope in this one, but its needed. Hope you liked.