[a/n: the whistle that gets mentioned in this chapter is the one from L.D.S.K that morgan gives reid when he fails his gun qualifications. reid hands it back to morgan at the end of the episode when he effectively eliminates the unsub with a shot to the head. now reid is having a laugh at morgan using the whistle. hope you enjoy. much love. peace.]

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"Oh wow..", Emily breathed as she took in the swelling and leaking cut above Derek's left eye, being the first to arrive on the scene. "You weren't kidding when you said she knocked you out, huh?"

Derek glared at his fellow agent in hostility. "What on earth do you think I meant?", he demanded to know.

Emily grinned slyly. "Well.." Her grin faded as she noted that Derek couldn't be joked out of his current mood. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nope."

"Now that's a war wound", Dave jibbed as he arrived moments later.

"I wouldn't push it, Rossi", Emily warned, shaking her head. "She knocked the warm fuzzies right out of him."

"Guys! It's not funny!", Derek barked, his pride hurting just as much as his head at the moment.

"Ah, come on!", J.J. Mock-soothed as she entered the apartment with Reid following close behind. "Big tough guy like you? Hit over the head and tied up like a prized calf? By a petite little vegetarian who wouldn't hurt a fly? I'm sorry, but that's hilarious."

"No, it certainly is not!", Derek argued.

"Actually, Morgan, it is kinda a tad bit funny..", Hotch commented as he breezed by him, the last to arrive.

"Oh, you'll probably be wanting this", Reid grinned smugly, pulling the infamous whistle from his pocket and flinging it at Derek. "Hope you don't mind. I picked it up from your desk before we all left."

"Pretty boy..", Derek growled the threat, clinching the whistle in his fist, then giving in at last to the much needed relief of a small smile. "I'm totally gonna murder you.."

"Well, let's all hope that was a remark made in jest, because we may need him", Hotch smirked, placing his brief case onto Penelope's coffee table, and taking a seat in one of her comfy chairs. "What exactly happened?"

The team all took seats around Penelope's living room as Derek began to explain his bizarre situation.

"I knew something was wrong as soon as I called her this morning. She sounded.. weird. Not even weird-sick.. like weird- I dunno.. not 'her', if that makes any sense, and so I told you I needed to step out-"

"And I guessed why, and we only had paperwork to do, so I let you go", Hotch nodded.

"Yeah.. Thanks for that, by the way", Derek thanked his boss sincerely.

Hotch waved his hand for Derek to continue and think no more of it.

"Okay. So I decided to take her some breakfast to cheer her up. And the second thing that set off alarm bells in my head was when I actually saw her. For one thing, she had a can of pam cooking spray in one hand and a lighter in the other and nearly barbecued me-"

The rest of the team exchanged looks with each other- That was odd..

"Secondly, she cursed like a.. well, like a guy. And I'm not talking the usual cute little substitute curses, I'm talking mouth like a sailor curses- And thirdly.." Derek hesitated in a moment of indecision. How much should he tell them about the way she had looked? The more Derek thought about it, the more undecided he became. She had looked fine. Damn fine. Beyond damn fine, and though he knew it was absurd to be thinking with his other head at a time like this, he couldn't stop his wicked brain from pulling up the image of her and plastering it over everything else.

"And thirdly.. What?", J.J. asked, urging him to continue on, completely innocent to his inner turmoil.

"She looked.. different", Derek managed after wrestling with his brain a few seconds longer.

"Like.. Sick? Gross? Sad?", Emily asked.

"Like bed-head, red lipstick, black top, leather jacket and... denim jeans", Derek tried hard not to sigh at the end as he finished his list. This wasn't helping him stay objective.

"Wait- Jeans?", J.J. Asked, her features crinkling in confusion. "Does Garcia even own jeans?"

"Apparently", Emily shrugged.

"What gets me is, how any one of you can still be surprised by anything she does after all these years", Rossi remarked, checking his pocket watch absentmindedly.

"She is unique", Hotch agreed, dwelling momentarily, then bringing the topic back to the business at hand. "but what lead her to knocking you unconscious and tying you up?"

"Yes, do tell", J.J. smirked, exchanging a conspiratory glance with Emily.

Derek wasn't smiling. This part is the part that had him worried the most. "I asked her to tell me what was wrong, and the answers she gave me- It was like she didn't know me at all. I've never had that with her. Not even from the very first time we met. And then she told me she was someone named Dean Winchester and that freaked me the fuck out-"

"That doesn't make any sense", Reid puzzled aloud. "Garcia has had no prior proclivities towards schizophrenia that I noticed.. What might have initiated her psychosis?"

"I'm not sure", Derek shrugged, trying to shake the incredible sadness that was slowly falling over him. "She got a phone call on her cell. It sounded to me like whoever it was was feeding her delusion. I tried to grab her so she wouldn't bolt, but I was too late. She ran into her washroom and locked the door."

"Someone one was feeding her delusion?", Reid asked, his natural curiosity showing itself.

"Sounded like it", Derek nodded. "I couldn't make out the words, but the voice on the other end was definitely male. She conned me like a pro", he sighed ruefully. "Fake tears and all. I let my guard down, and next thing I knew, I was wrapped up in a shower curtain with my arms and legs hog-tied and nursing one monstrous headache."

Derek's words worried the team immensely.

"How do you want to handle this?", Hotch asked inevitable question.

Derek shook his head, at a loss. "I dunno, Hotch. We have to find her. When I woke up, she was gone and her car keys were missing. I have no idea what her current mental state is. I never expected anything like this to happen.."

"None of us did", Hotch tried to reassure his subordinate. "We can assume she is a possible threat to the public, based on what she did to you, so perhaps it would be best if we alerted the media."

Derek looked fearful for Penelope's safety, so Hotch added, "We'll say that she's missing and in a fragile state of mind. We'll tell them it is alright to approach her as long as she doesn't feel threatened, and to contact a hot-line number we will provide the second she is spotted."

Derek nodded in agreement. That sounded alright to him.

"In the meantime, I want everyone going through their contacts", Hotch ordered. "Pull favors, sweet talk, threaten- I don't care what you do, just find out everything you can. Got it?"

They all nodded in grim determination.

"Alright. Let's get to work."

[a/n: oh dear. looks like there's a man/women hunt in the future for our poor body swapped victims..]