"He was here, Hotch!"

"Morgan, that's impossible, Armando Villanuevo is in jail!"

"No, he's here, and he was in this room!"

Reid rushed in the room with Rossi and JJ following close behind.

"I just watched the security footage and a man matching Villanuevo's description left the hospital fifteen minutes ago and got into a black Mercedes and headed north towards downtown." Reid began.

"JJ call the state department and see what you can find out. If this man is out of jail, I want to know why we weren't informed."

"On it!"

Raphael and Amelia sped away from the hospital. He knew that it would be a matter of time before their paths crossed again with Armando and that scared the hell out of Raphael. Amelia sat silently as Raphael turned the car onto the highway, he saw the anger in her body language; she was so much like her father. It saddened him to think that all of her dreams of pleasing her father had come to this.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you back to your hotel where your father expects you to be!"

"But what about you?"

"I'm going to disappear for a few days. Promise me you won't tell your father that you saw me!"

"But you're my father's friend!"

"Yes, I am, that will never change but I don't want him to think I've betrayed him or worse."

"What could be worse?"

"That I failed him."

"Dave, we need to get Morgan discharged now."

"I'm on it."

"What are you thinking, Hotch?"

"Morgan, you and Garcia are going into protective custody. I'll have a few agents pick up your mother and your sisters and they'll join you as soon as possible."

"I can handle myself, I'm not about to hide from that maniac!"

"No Morgan, I won't take that risk. He's already done enough to you."

"Hotch please."

"No…"

"Wait Hotch, Morgan may be on to something. Maybe Morgan can draw him out into the open…"

"NO! No way, JJ! I almost lost him to that beast; not again! I won't have it!"

Morgan pulled Penelope tightly against him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as it trembled.

"Listen to me Baby Girl; if we don't bring this man down and fast, a lot of people could get hurt. I don't want you or my family having to hide and live in fear for the rest of your lives."

"Derek, please why does it always have to be you?"

"This is what I do and besides, I have the toughest team in the world who'll have my back." Then looking at his boss. "What do you say, Hotch?"

Hotch returned a stern look at his stubborn agent knowing that he had no choice but to agree with his request. Dave rushed back into the room followed by the doctor and plans were quickly made to get Penelope and the Morgan family to safety.

Unknown Location – Safe House – Evening

Penelope and JJ entered the Safe House along with a detail of agents assigned to insure their safe arrival. Jordan was already there, and she embraced the women warmly before showing them to their quarters. Penelope felt safe here it was the same place she'd been rushed to before.

"Thanks Jordan; I'm sure you had better assignments." JJ began.

"I can't think of a better assignment than this. You all have been so kind to me in the past, it's the least I can do. You'll be safe here."

Penelope placed her bag on the bed and walked toward the window. Her mind was on Derek and the crazy plan he'd hatched to draw Armando out into the open.

"I'll leave you two alone."

"Thanks again, Jordan."

Jordan smiled and nodded then closed the door behind her as she stepped into the hallway.

"It's going to be okay, Garcie."

"He should be in the hospital, not out chasing this maniac who has been planning for years to kill him!"

"No one was going to talk him out of this; no one. He's stubborn and determined and well, that's…"

"…a recipe for disaster…a beautiful, beautiful disaster. JJ, I can't keep going through this; wondering if he's going to come home after a case or if someone from the past will jump out of the dark and take him away! I can't do it!"

JJ joined her friend and wrapped her arms around her.

"Garcie, you and Morgan have loved each for too long to finally get it together and then you decide you can't handle what he does for a living? He needs you! He needs to know that in this insanity that we live in he has one person that will be there for him at the end of the day."

"I know, I know I'm just so afraid that this time he won't come back."

Armando had doubled back and parked across the street in the dark shadows from the hospital. He watched as the team split up and headed in different directions. No doubt they would try to protect Morgan's family and then they would come after him; but he'd be ready. He hadn't survived this long to fall for any traps they would try to set for him. Armando Villanuevo was a patient man and so he'd wait for his prey to come to him. In the meantime, he had unfinished business with his wayward child and a long-time friend who had no idea that he knew that he too was in town.

Quality Plaza Hotel-

Amelia paced the floor of her small room; it would only be a matter of time before her father arrived. She was nervous and afraid of what he would do when saw her. She'd spent her entire life trying to live up to his standards. He wanted a son; he'd been cursed with a daughter and she wanted to make up for fate's cruel twist. She watched how he doted over Savannah's child as if he'd finally received the most precious gift. He never looked at her that way and for that, her heart would forever be broken.

He let himself in; she had no idea how he had a key but he stepped through the door as if she were the intruder instead of him.

"Amelia!"

"Papa."

She stood still waiting for him to speak again.

"Well, aren't you going to greet me?"

Then quickly she approached him and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

"It's good to see you, mi hija; I've seen you've been busy too."

"What?"

"You're little visit to the hospital earlier."

"But…How…"

"I saw you and my old friend Raphael! There's very little that I don't see, little one. You should know that by now."

"I'm sorry Papa. I just wanted to take care of Agent Morgan! I wanted to show you that I could handle anything that threatened to take you down."

"Take me down? Don't be silly! If that were your concern, then you should have slit your own wrists!"

Amelia pulled away and looked deep into her father's eyes searching for any sign of compassion; all she saw was blackness.

"Now what?"

"Now I will show you how to clean up the messes of incompetence!"

Amelia struggled to hold back her tears. She had been taught not to cry, not to show weakness and not to fail; but she had. She wondered if he would ever forgive her.