Potomac General- Late Evening -

Armando felt comfortable hiding amid the hospital busy-ness. He watched the medical staff rush up and down the hallways, totally unaware of him or his agenda. He also watched as the Federal agents and the others entered the last room on the right. He'd already found out that it was Morgan's room and sooner rather than later he would find himself there too. But for now, he'd be patient and wait for just the right moment. No one would see him, no one would realize that he'd taken care of Agent Derek Morgan and taken back what was rightfully his. He'd take great pleasure in killing the man who'd ruined his chances of living a happy life with Savannah and his heir.

Amelia remembered the countless lectures from her father on the importance of being patient and she'd taken copious mental notes. But this was different; she was desperate to prove her worth to him again. By now he was in the country but like so many times before he'd made her last on his list of priorities. She'd use the time to make things right, without another thought Amelia walked through the hospital doors.

Raphael was shocked to see the small familiar frame enter the emergency room doors. He knew she shouldn't be there knowing that every branch of law enforcement was looking for her. He'd thought of her as his own daughter at times; remembering the days when she was just a small child starving for her father's attention. His heart broke for her then and even now he felt for the woman who still had not found a way into her father's heart.

Whatever she had in mind, he had to prevent her from accomplishing her plans that clearly had not been thought out. Just has she was about to round the corner he quickly grabbed her pulling her into a nearby supply closet.

"Baby Girl, you should get some rest."

"I'm fine, Handsome."

"You haven't eaten, you haven't slept and…"

"I am fine."

"I know you're fine, Baby but..."

"No but's. Besides, we have a lot of time to make up for."

"Yes, we do."

Derek pulled her down and kissed her. Penelope smiled and returned the kiss. She heard his stomach growl and giggled.

"Looks like Fran's dinner has worn off."

"I know it's way too late to eat again but I'm a little hungry."

She kissed him again before reaching for her purse.

"Baby?"

"I can't have my sexy boyfriend starving, so I'm going downstairs to the cafeteria and see if they have anything decent to eat."

"You don't have to do that."

"But I want to; besides I could use a hot cup of tea myself."

"Okay; thanks, Baby Girl."

"I'll be back in a flash."

He smiled as she left the room. Immediately she was shadowed by a suited federal agent who walked alongside her down the hall toward the elevator. Still drowsy from the pain meds that the nurse had given him earlier, Derek closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Armando watched the blonde and her escort pass him and disappear into the elevator. The last guard walked toward the nurses' station and began chatting with the cute petite woman who'd being giving him the eye most of the evening. Armando smiled and stood, placing the old magazine on the table and left the waiting area.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Amelia jerked free from his grasp and turned to face Raphael. She was shocked and speechless for a moment.

"What are you doing here?"

"I asked first! Don't you know every cop in the city is looking for you!"

"Of course, I know! I needed to…"

"To what, make things worse?"

"NO, to prove to my father that I can take care of things!"

"Your father is in jail and he'll probably spend the rest of his life there!"

"No. He's. Not!"

"What are you talking about?"

"My father's here!"

"But, how?"

"You know my father, he's very resourceful and no one is going to keep Armando Villanuevo behind bars!"

Armando looked through the small window at the sleeping man. Then slowly pushing the door open, he stepped inside. It would be so easy to take his life before the woman and the guards returned but for a moment, he needed to relish and bask in the fact that he once again held the man's life in the palm of his hands.

Slowly Derek opened his eyes. The blurry vision before him looked familiar and he struggled to clear his vision. It couldn't be, he was in jail in Cuba…there was no way on earth…

"It would be so easy to take your life…so easy."

"What? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to finish our business together but don't worry I won't kill you here, that would be too easy."

Derek threw the blanket back and sat up and placed his feet on the floor.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you for what you did to me; to my son!"

Derek felt weak at first, but the cold floor gave him the power and fueled with anger he began approaching the older man. Slowly Armando took a step backwards toward the door.

"Your son? He's my son now and I will be the one to raise him; not you!"

Derek lunged; he felt his fingers graze the man's shirt just as he quickly stepped backwards out of his reach. The force sent Morgan crashing to the floor. The next second, Armando was gone leaving his arch enemy struggling to get to his feet.

Raphael slowly opened the closet door determined to get Amelia out of the hospital unseen. Just as the two were about to step into the hall, Armando rushed past heading toward the exit.

"Oh my god, he really is here!" Raphael whispered.

"I told you! What are we going to do now?"

"We pray."

Just as Penelope neared Derek's room, she saw his guard running. Picking up her pace she rushed towards the room with her escort close behind.

"I'm fine! Just leave me alone!"

"But Sir…let me help you!"

"No, I said I'm fine!"

"Oh my god, Derek, what happened?"

Derek managed to make it back to his bed moments before Penelope launched herself into his arms.

"I-I found him on the floor…and yelling and…"

"Where the hell were you?" The other agent asked.

"I was...I…took a…"

"Derek are you okay? Please tell me you're okay!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, Baby Girl, really."

"What were you thinking? The doctor told you not to get up without someone with you! You stubborn, stubborn man!"

"No, you don't understand; he was here!"

"Who, who was here?"

"You were supposed to be outside the door! You better have a good reason for leaving your post!"

"I'm sorry, I was just two steps away, I could still see the room and…"

"Agent Morgan, Miss Garcia I am so sorry! Believe me this will never happen again! I'll call right away and get another agent assigned."

The senior agent stood next to Garcia, remorseful and devastated at what could have happened on his watch.

"It's not your fault." Then looking at the other agent who had now retreated to the far side of the room. "Leave!"

"Please, Sir, I'm so…"

"Get out of my room, now!"

Derek pulled Garcia tighter wrapping her in his arms. He could feel her trembling beneath his embrace and inwardly he shuddered at the thought of what could have happened. After a few moments, Garcia pulled away slightly and looked into his eyes. She saw distance, and anger but most of all she saw fear.

"Baby, are you okay? Can I do anything?"

"Yeah…Call Hotch."