The next morning, Derek knocks on Penelope's door bright and early, she's in the shower when he gets there so he lets himself in.
In the shower, Penelope cries, feeling guilty and feeling like a burden for last night with Derek. She pushes her thumb into the cuts on her thigh from yesterday making them bleed. She hears Derek walk in and she gets out of the shower. She puts a bandage on her leg and gets dressed. Derek knocks on the bathroom door and she gasps while he says, "Ya decent Babygirl?" She says yes and comes in, when he does she hugs him tightly, he wraps his arms around her sensing something was wrong.
Derek says, "What's wrong Babygirl?"
Penelope responds, "I can't, I just cant"
"Can't what Babygirl?"
"Can't do this. This job is breaking me down. The Seattle case, I was wrong, my fault my fault my fault!"
Derek gently says, pulling away from Garcia and staring at her, holding her face, "Baby, Baby, hey love, that wasn't your fault, you are absolutely not responsible for the unsub's actions."
"I know that but I'm responsible for my own actions."
"You are but making mistakes is ok, this isn't your fault, love."
"Hold me, Derek."
"Of course, Babygirl"
They sit on the couch together and Penelope curls up in Derek's arms. She shifts slightly and her skirt rides up revealing her bandages.