So, I know a lot of you were not exactly happy that I left the last chapter like that so I immediately started writing the next one. It was the best and easiest one to write so far and it made me happy just writing it. I'd like to thank all of you for your reviews and Jenny Crum for all of her help.

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''Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.'' Tryon Edwards

I hold my breath as I can see JJ appear in the big doorway, carrying her young daughter who is wrapped up in several thick blankets, trying to keep her warm. Spencer is following behind her, his arm around her shoulder as he looks down at the little girl in concern. They are being rushed over to one of the ambulances that are parked around the house and I can hear somebody say something about that they have to warm the little girl up.

Behind them follow Emily and Hotch, they're holding each other's hand and walking really close to each other. I can see tears well up in Emily's eyes as she looks around at all the trees, taking a deep breath. Hotch looks around too, a little confused as well. He has his eyes narrowed, a little blinded by the bright sunlight. He takes his hand out of Emily's and puts it on the small of her back as he guides her to one of the paramedics who is already waiting for them. I can see that they're both thinner than they were and have a bunch of cuts on their hands.

I can see Hotch slow down a little as he sees me and I notice that an untreated wound on his forehead has left a strangely shaped scar. I can see tears pour down his face as he looks at me and continues walking to the ambulance. ''Thank you,'' I can see him say. He's too far away to hear him but I can read his lips.

I take a deep breath as I glance back at the door. It looks like it takes hours for the last two to appear in the doorway. When he does appear the first thing I notice is his hair: his little afro. I almost start laughing but I'm crying too hard.

I can see him look around for a few seconds before he sees me. I can see him open his mouth as if he is going to say something, but he closes it again and rushes over to me. I meet him halfway and within seconds I'm in his arms.

I can hear him bawl like a baby as he holds me so close it almost hurts. I take a deep breath and bury my face in his chest, taking in his scent. 'There must have been a bathroom in there', I think and almost chuckle at the thought, then I remember the situation and realize that it's better not to.

In the corner of my eyes I can see Rossi rush over to Erin. After all that has happened; hiding their relationship is the least important thing right now.

I can feel Derek keep a tight grip on me as he kisses the top of my head over and over again. I can feel his tears on the top of my head as I cry into his shirt. ''I'm so happy you're here,'' I can hear him mumble quietly.

''Me too,'' I say, my voice breaking. ''You know... I kind of love you Derek Morgan!''
I can hear him laugh through his tears, it sounds so beautiful, ''I kind of love you too, Penelope Garcia.''
I start to cry even harder at the sound of the words, it feels so good to hear his voice again.

I pull away from him a little bit and he immediately pulls me back, ''don't leave me!'' I can hear him say in a panicked voice.
''I'm never leaving you,'' I assure him and pull away just far enough to kiss his lips. I grab his hand and he immediately has a tight grip on it, just strong enough not to hurt me.

We walk over to the ambulance together where Emily and Hotch are getting their hands bandaged. ''They hurt their hands as they were trying to look for a way out of that place,'' Derek tells me, he has his back turned to the house; clearly he doesn't want to look at it ever again.

I glance over at one of the other ambulances where JJ is sitting, she is cradling her young daughter in her arms and I can hear her hum a lullaby. It breaks my heart as I realize what she must've been through. She had to give birth in some old house, no professional help, very bad hygiene... and all she had to look forward to was to raise her innocent, little girl in that place.

Derek notices me staring at the baby. ''JJ decided to name her Vivian,'' he tells me while looking at the little, blonde baby as well. I don't know much about babies, but even I know that for being five months old Vivian is way too small.

I bite down on my lip and look back up at Derek. For the first time I can get a good look on his face, he has a few scars on his face as well and looks a little paler than he used to. I turn around a little bit and look at Dave and Erin. They are standing about 20 yards away, still embraced.

I turn back to Derek and smile at him; he pulls me a little closer again and gives me another kiss. We lean our foreheads together afterwards, just staring into each other's eyes. It's a moment I wish will never end. I can feel tears roll down my face again, ''I missed you,'' I tell him softly.
''I missed you too,'' he says back and kisses me again.

''I'm so glad you're alive,'' I tell him. ''Please tell me you'll never leave me again.'' As soon as I say this I realize that it sounds like he left on purpose, but by the look on his face I can tell he knows I didn't mean it that way.
''I'll never go away again,'' he says. ''I promise...''

A few hours later we're all gathered in a big hospital room. The doctors had decided that it would be best to just let us be together since the team didn't respond well to the thought of being apart. And by 'not well' I mean that the reaction to the suggestion of separate rooms nearly send everybody into a rampage.

I heard one of the psychologists on staff say something about separation anxiety. As I look at everyone I realize that they are probably right about that.

All six of them have an IV in their arm, they all needed some fluids according to the doctors. I'm still next to Derek, he's still refusing to let go of my hand. He has his head on my shoulder and is sound asleep. I can see that Hotch is asleep with Emily resting her head on his chest. Spencer is reading a book, he just said that he needed to escape from everything that was going on for awhile and one of the nurses handed him a book. Rossi is asleep with his head on Erin's shoulder and JJ is still holding Vivian in some clean blankets the hospital gave her.

I can feel I'm starting to doze off as well when I'm suddenly startled by his loud voice, ''where is she!'' Short pause, ''Just tell me where she is! I have to see her!'' I notice JJ looking up as well and she starts to cry as she recognizes Will's voice.

A few seconds later he storms into the room but stops dead in his tracks when he sees his girlfriend and daughter sitting on the bed. ''Jayje?'' I can hear his voice breaking as she smiles at him in tears.

He rushes over to her and collapses next to her on the bed. ''Mommy,'' I look back at the doorway when I hear Henry's voice. He's standing next to one of Will's sisters, Kayleigh. He puts one of his hands in his mouth and I can see that he has tears in his eyes. Kay picks him up, walks over to the bed and puts him down next to JJ who immediately hugs him, trying not to smother Vivian who is in-between them.

I look over at them reuniting and swallow hard. JJ, Will, Henry and Kay are all crying. I can feel Derek move next to me and I look back at him. He opens his eyes slowly and he takes a deep breath. I notice him looking over at JJ and smiling peacefully.

The next morning, while JJ and Will are taking a stroll with their children, Derek and I sit down on one of the benches in front of the hospital. Spencer has finished his book and called his mother who's still in Vegas. Jessica has brought over Jack and Hotch has been talking with them since, Emily closely next to him the entire time. Rossi and Erin are still asleep in each other's arms.

And Derek and I are talking. He still hasn't let go of my hands and every second I can feel my heart breaking all over again as I feel how afraid he is to lose me. I have my head on his chest as we're sitting in a comfortable silence.

''So, what now?'' He asks me and I pick up my head from his chest and look into his eyes.
''What?'' I ask him. I was so lost in my thoughts that I'm a little confused now.
''What do we do now?'' He asks me.

I shrug. I honestly have no idea on how to get all of our lives back together. So much damage has been done I don't know where to begin to fix it. And that's just one of the things that is troubling my mind.
''What's wrong?'' Derek asks me with a frown as he notices the look on my face.
''Nothing,'' I say as I look away. I can feel tears form behind my eyes and try to stop them from falling.

''Baby girl,'' I hear him say, it's the first time since we found them yesterday and it's just enough to make me cry, ''just tell me what's wrong.''
''I'm just... mad at myself,'' I confess to him and he frowns.
''Why? You were the one who found us. You saved seven lives,'' he tells me with a smile. I squeeze his hand a little and he looks down at our hands with a smile. In a short second I can see the smile disappear, ''what is that?''

I look down as well and frown. He grabs my other hand with his other hand and it's then that I realize that he is not looking at my hands but at my wrists. He looks back up at my face with a shocked look on his face, his jaw a little dropped. ''Did you try to kill yourself?'' He sounds a little angry.

I take a deep breath, ''I spend six months sitting around in misery... I just couldn't take it anymore,'' I tell him.
''Honey, whatever happens... please don't ever hurt yourself,'' as he's saying this I thank God that he cannot see the rest of my arms which are full of scars from cuts that I made. I decide not to tell him about this, it's better to keep him calm while he is recovering.

''Derek,'' he looks back up at my face.
''Please tell me that you'll never cut yourself... again,'' he says sternly.
''I promise,'' I tell him and he relaxes a bit.
He takes a deep breath, ''so, why are you mad at yourself?'' He asks me, he still sounds a little angry.

''I sat around for six months; I didn't do anything to save you... I didn't question what I was told, I didn't question the bureau! My gut was telling me that something wasn't right and I dismissed it... when I finally started looking for you it took me three weeks to find you. Three weeks! Imagine what would've happened if I started looking for you earlier...'' I tell him as I look down at our hands.

''We'll never know,'' he tells me. ''I'm just glad that you did look for us eventualle, that you did question the bureau.''
''So, you're not mad at me?'' I ask him as I look back up into his eyes.

He sits still for a second before he gets something out of one of his pockets. All I can see is that it is a wrinkled photo. Derek looks at it for a few seconds before flipping it over and showing it to me. It's an old picture of the two of us. It was taken a few years ago when we were dancing at a Christmas party. He was holding me close and kissed the top of my head and somebody snapped a picture of it.

''I don't understand, what...'' I begin.
''This is what kept me alive these last couple of months,'' he tells me as he looks down at the picture. ''I looked at it every day. Knowing that you were somewhere out there waiting for me... it's what kept me going. It kept me sane and it is what got me through hell.''

''Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.'' Dalai Lama

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