AN: Hi Everyone! I want to say thank you for all the love on this story. You guys make my heart swell. This chapter is dedicated to evgrrl09. She is not only an amazing beta, but she is also an amazing friend, who on more than one occasion talked me off the ledge with my writing. She has been so inspiring, and has pushed me to be a better writer. She truly has become one of my best friends. So thanks for always being there. :)

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Morgan watched as Garcia told them team about her findings. He knew he needed to pay attention to what she was saying, but for the life of him he couldn't. As she bounced around giving the information, he couldn't help himself but think about how perfect she was. Her bubbly personality, her willingness to always help no matter what was going on. She had the biggest most caring heart, but then he thought about how he hurt her and the mess he had caused for them.

"Kitten, were you able to track anything off the website you found?" Rossi asked, looking at the newly printed information Garcia had handed them. She had found a website that depicted the murders, kind of like an online journal of the killings but this had a fan base. It also had tons of anti Government comments.

"Oh my, Italian Stallion, you know darn tootin' I have back hacked a code onto the site. I am just waiting for the host to make a new entry." She looked at Hotch. "And before you ask, Boss Man, I am getting you a list of the names of people that have made comments on the site."

"Wow!" one of Morgan's agents said, as he looked Penelope up and down. "You are mighty impressive."

Penelope turned to the man and smiled brightly at him, before saying, "I'd say you are the one that's mighty impressive."

The man moved himself from his perch on top of the desk and stood closer to her. "Name is Agent Hunter, Cory Hunter," he said, "and who exactly are you? Other than the most extremely talented, beautiful creature to ever walk this earth? "

"Oh, be still my beating heart, Agent Hunter," she said with a smile and a slight blush. "I'm Penelope Garcia, the BAU's technical analyst, and your right hand man until the case is over," she said.

Oh hell no! What the fuck did Hunter think he was doing? Morgan thought as anger rose inside of him. Morgan knew all about the reputation Hunter had, it rivaled his own back in Quantico. There was no way he was going to let his Baby Girl near this guy, even if she didn't want to be his Baby Girl anymore.

"Agent Hunter," Morgan started, trying his best to hold back his anger, "I need you to go with Agents Reid and Prentiss, to the last crime scene."

Hunter looked back at his boss, a little confused, but shrugged it off. "Sure thing, boss."

Penelope watched as Hunter, Reid, and Prentiss left the room in search of any new information. She let her eyes travel the backside of Agent Hunter. He was a damn good-looking man; she could tell his muscles probably reviled that of her Chocolate Adonis. Damn it! No Garcie, you will not think of him that way! She chastised herself for so easily putting Morgan back into that spot in her life. No, no, no, that man broke your heart; he doesn't deserve any ounce of forgiveness. You need to stay strong!

She turned her head from watching Agent Hunter leave to come face to face with what looked like a furious Morgan. Why the hell was he upset? She looked him up and down. He had no reason to be upset with her. If anything he should be thrilled with the fact that she wasn't all dotting over him. She was the perfect one-night stand for him; he got in and got out, and she would never speak to him again about anything that wasn't involving the case. The way she saw it, she ended up being his perfect fling, even if it did break her heart.

Hotch cleared his throat, making her look away from Morgan to Hotch, who was now looking down at his tablet. "Garcia, can you get me list of the people commenting on the site, but cross reference them with-"

"Already on it," she said interrupted him. "I'll get you a list with the offenses they've committed and so on."

With that she walked back to her space, still feeling Morgan's eyes on her.

He was pissed. Right in front of him she openly flirted with one of his agents; right in front of him like it was something she had been dying to do it. He was going to make sure Hunter was too busy with the case to even go near her again. He would go out of his way to make Hunter's life hell if push comes to shove. He got that Garcia was still hurt by his cowardice actions, but there was no way in hell he was going to sit on the sidelines and watch someone like Don Juan Hunter swoop in to mend her broken heart.

He started to pace thinking about the situation he was in. God, he just needed to talk to her, tell her he was sorry, tell her he loved her, make it better between them, but she wouldn't even give him the time of day. And honestly this was clouding his judgment having her so close to him and not being able to touch her, feel her, or even talk to her. He needed to get his head in the game. Right now any one of his agents could be the next target for the unsub.

He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere on the case if he didn't at least try again. He had to do something, so he walked back to her office, but ended up pausing outside the door when he heard her talking on the phone.

"Oh it's my pleasure, Agent Hunter."

He paused to listen to her side of the conversation as he felt jealousy move inside of him.

"Well maybe when this case is over I'll take you up on that offer, Mr. Big Strong Agent Man." He heard her laugh. "Oh, now isn't that something I would love to see."

That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He burst through the door; ready to end whatever conversation she was having with his agent. "Garcia, I need you-"

She rolled her eyes as she saw Morgan rush into the room. "Cory, I got to go. I'll get you that information sent to your phone."

She turned to look at Morgan. "What do you need?"

His eyes narrowed at her. "I need you to leave Agent Hunter alone. He's a player, Pen. He doesn't really want you, all he wants to do is fuc-"

"Excuse me, Morgan?" she retorted, her eyes shooting daggers at him. How dare he bring up anything about Agent Hunter to her.

"It's just I know how he is and I don't -"

"Unless you have something regarding the case you need to leave right now, Morgan. I am in the middle of trying to get the list back to Hotch and right now, you are making that difficult. If there is anything you need from me, have Hotch call me." She turned back to her computer, ignoring him.

"Jesus Penelope, I just want to fix us, get us back to where we were before we made lov-"

"Ha! Made love? You keep telling yourself that, Morgan." She stood up moving past him. "If you need something from me, have one of the other agents request it." She left him standing speechless for the second time today. This time she didn't have any news for the team, so she instead found the closest bathroom.

Once she was inside she locked her self in the farthest stall and cried. How dare he say they made love? Yes, for her she was making love to him, but clearly on his part it was just release with a woman that would do anything for him before he left for good. Kind of like that old sailor trick about being shipped out the next night, but she didn't know about the leaving part…

She needed to get herself together. She had one goal during this case and that was to keep Morgan as far away from her as possible. There was no way in hell she was going to let him fall back into their old routine. He had betrayed her. He knew for months he was taking the New York job, and never said anything to her, and they were supposedly best friends. Then he did something she never thought he was capable of doing to her. He came over to her apartment and showed her what it was like to really love someone with their body, only for her to wake up feeling used and betrayed when she found out he left to New York. She couldn't help but wonder if that was his plan all along: never tell her he was leaving and get one night of amazing sex out of her, then leave her to be just another notch on his bedpost. She shook her head with disgust.

"You can get through this, Garcia," she told herself. "Just get through this case and you will never have to see him again."

It had been a long day. He couldn't get anywhere with Penelope. Every time he tried she would give him the brush off. God, he messed up so bad and he had no idea how to fix it.

He picked up his beer and took another long swig. His old team had invited him out to dinner but as soon as he heard Hunter talking about escorting Garcia, he declined. There was no way he would be able to handle seeing Hunter and Garcia all over each other.

He saw red when he looked at Hunter and Penelope together. Even as he was leaving the office, to get some much needed time away to clear his head, he saw Hunter's arm around Garcia's shoulders, him lazily drawing circles with his fingers, where his hand fell.

He would have normally gone straight home, but he was so worked up and upset over the course of the events he needed to do something. So instead he went to a local bar that Agents and cops would often frequent.

He tried to think about the next step he needed to take. Right now, he had agents at risk, and he was working along the love of his life but she wanted nothing to do with him. "Fuck," he said and he finished the last of his beer.

The bartender stopped in fort of him. "Here son, this one is on the house. Looks like you need it."

Morgan grunted his thanks as he grabbed the glass and took a big gulp.

A couple moments after finishing the beer the bartender gave him, he looked at his watch. He notched it was nearly closing time so he went to stand up only to feel like the room was spinning. He blinked a few times to try and clear his vision.

Next time Morgan opened his eyes, he realized he was bound and gaged.