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Penelope sat in her makeshift office, her search program going in the background. The room was dark, and she was thankful for that. The darkness made her feel like she was in her own world, and no one could bother her. It had been one rough morning for her.

Her heart was in tatters lying on the floor. The look in his eyes when he came face to face with her said it all.

"Penelope…"

She looked at his face for a brief moment, hoping the walls she built around her heart would hold. She nodded her head once at him, acknowledging his presence in front of her, "Agent Morgan, nice to see you again. If you could show me where I can set up, it would be greatly appreciated." She instinctively took a small step back from him.

"Pen-"

"You can point me in the right direction, or I can ask another agent," she interrupted. She caught the apologetic look from Emily around Morgan's shoulder. She needed to stay strong if she was going to stand her ground.

Morgan sighed. "Right this way, Bab - I mean, Garcia."

Penelope felt the tears well in her eyes. God, why did it have to hurt so badly? She would have given anything not to have to see him ever again. It was like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her, forcing her to work along side the man that shattered her heart, leaving her to stitch together the broken pieces.

She needed to keep her distance from him, keep this case as professional as possible. She was going to continue to work on building the walls around her heart.

She took a deep breath, as she let her mind drift back to the first night.

She made it into her apartment on autopilot. After Hotch explained everything to her, about Morgan taking the job over a month ago, him starting that morning, she completely zoned out. She didn't understand how the one person that matted the most to her could hurt her so bad.

She saw her answering machine blinking so she hit play. Her heart clenching when she heard his voice:

"Baby Girl, um Pen… I guess you're still at work… I was… uh….I want to say I'm so-"

"Message has been deleted. To play next message press the star key. To delete all press the pound key." She made her selection. "All messages have been deleted."

She felt the tears fall down her cheeks. She couldn't hear him say he was sorry for their night. It had meant everything in the world to her. It was the first time she had ever truly opened herself up to a lover, really gave her full self to another human being, and all for nothing.

She glanced at the couch. Her breath became shallow as she thought about how they had fallen on top of one another, kissing so fiercely that she knew her lips would be bruised.

Something under the couch caught her eye, so she went over to investigate. Morgan's undershirt must have been kicked under the couch in their haste at undressing one another.

She picked it up, held it to her face for a moment and then placed it on the couch. She walked a around her apartment gathering every picture, of her and Morgan, every trinket he had ever given her and placed it on the pile that was forming on top of the discarded shirt.

She needed to eliminate everything that reminded her of him. Tonight she was going to mourn their friendship, their love lost. She was going to sit and cry until she had no more tears to cry, and in the morning after she boxed up the last reminder of him, she'd start to put her heart back together - piece by piece.

But for tonight she was going to wallow in her emotions, try to remember the good times and how he made her feel, because come tomorrow, she'd never forgive him. Tomorrow will start a new chapter of her life. A life without Derek Morgan.

She was brought out of her thoughts of that painful night by a knock at the door.

Derek couldn't take it anymore knowing she was so close to him and not being about to see her. He was pacing in his office, trying to come up with a legitimate reason to go to her.

He missed her so much, missed his best friend, missed everything about her. There was no hiding how she felt about the situation, her actions made it clear she didn't want to be here. After he had shown her where to set up, he had offered to help but she politely declined informing him that she had done this countless times and if she needed any assistance she would be able to get it from her team.

She was so professional; her words were cold, void of emotions. She had put walls up between them and he had to find a way to break them down. He needed to fix this somehow. He had to get back his God-giving solace.

He looked at his watch; it had been an hour and a half since he left her to her searches. That was enough time, right? He could go to her office and see if she found anything pertaining to the case. He knew in the back of his head it was too soon but he had to try something, anything to get her to talk to him, even if it was just about the case. He missed hearing her voice.

He took a deep breath before leaving his office. He ended up walking past his old team not even bothering to glance at them, as he made his way to where she was.

He knocked briefly before opening the door and entering.

"Garcia," he said, walking in closing the door behind him, "I was wondering if you have anything yet?"

She turned her chair as soon as she heard the knock. The moment she saw Morgan she stiffened and sat up a little straighter in her chair. "Sorry Morgan, but as of right now I haven't found anything."

"Baby Gi-" He stopped as soon as he saw her glare at him, "Garcia, I was wondering if we could talk about-"

He was interrupted when he heard her computer ding indicating the search had produced something. She turned her chair to face her monitors typing away at lighting speed.

He watched as she switched through computer screens, pulling up information after information. And for a brief moment, it felt like they were back at the BAU and she was doing a search for him. He wished he could go back, go back and tell her how he felt, prove to her he loved her and didn't use her.

She jumped up forcing her chair back as she ran to the printer grabbing some pages she had printed out.

"Penelope?"

"I think I found something, I need to get this to Hotch." She went to move past him, but he blocked her way.

"Penelope, at some point can we please talk about that ni-"

She stepped around him, moving out of the door, but decided to look back at him, "I do believe everything that needed to be said has been said. Actions will always speak louder than words."

With that, she left him standing in the office the door closing behind her.

He stood there, staring at the closed door. How was he ever going to be able to fix this? How was he ever going to get his God-given solace back? He had hurt her worse than anyone ever had. He had known about her insecurities when it came to men, he had always worked so hard to help banish them. But here he was, the cause of her pain.

He closed his eyes, and was instantly brought back to that night, it started as frantic love making on the couch, but soon morphed into a slow, soul healing, experience when they made it to her bedroom.

They had made love three times that night, the third time being the most intimate. He had kept their bodies close, never breaking their skin upon skin contact. They had made love on their sides, his face buried in her neck as he nibbled on her skin.

When they were finished, he pulled the blanket up never breaking their contact, he didn't know what would come from this but he knew for the first time in his life he had made love to a woman.

He opened his eyes, taking a deep breath. With shaky knees, he made his way out of the office and to the staging area where Penelope was informing the BAU about her findings.