CHAPTER FOUR

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Thanks for the wait my lovely readers (: Been busy with work and family stuff. I appreciate your patients and sadly I didn't have time to re-read it so sorry if there are a few mess-ups. With love 3

Penelope sat in the right corner of the back of the library on the second floor a bit after Professor Hotchner's class. She looked at the clock on the wall seeing it was forty-five minutes after class was over with and he still had yet to show up.

"What a dick," Penelope said under her breath letting out a sigh.

She up by the chair she once sat in. Pulling the zipper on her backpack she pulled the sides apart, sliding her notebook in. She had her head down as she threw the pencil into the bag, not really caring where it will go at the time being.

"Where are you going chicka?" a voice said behind her making her jump.

Penelope grabbed her chest where her heart was and turned to look at the person. Derek stood in front of her.

"Don't ever come up behind me like that again or I will kick your ass," Penelope said taking a deep breath to calm her heart from being startled and in the presence of Derek again.
"Hey, hey Missy," Derek smirks holding his hands up as if he didn't do anything. "You're the one leaving when we have a meeting." Derek sat his book bag on the small round table in front of him.

"That was forty-five minutes ago," Penelope slung her bag over her shoulder. "And I told you not to call me chicka." Penelope was a bit nervous with him so close.

"Sorry Dollface," he smiled at her, "now to studying?"

Penelope looked at him with an 'are you kidding me' facial expression. "You were supposed to be here forty-five minutes ago."

"My watch says five now," Derek asked looking at his watch.

"It's five fifty right now," Garcia said looking and pointing at the clock to her left on the pale blue wall.

Derek turned his head and started at the clock. "But it can't be, my watch is always right."

"Well it's wrong," Penelope said grabbing her jacket off the small table she once sat at.

"Seriously though, look," Derek held his arm out for Penelope to see his wrist.

Her eyes looked down at his wrist to see that his watch did indeed say five. Her hands were shaking a bit as she leaned in to look at it more. She looked at it for a few more seconds noticing that the second hand wasn't moving.

"Your watch is broken," Penelope said standing up straight.

"How can that be, I just got it fixed two days ago?" Derek crossed his arms.

"Well the second hand isn't moving so I'd go a refund." Penelope put her jacket over her left forearm.

"I'll have to do that. So," Derek slapped his hands together rubbing them, "let get started on this psychology stuff."

"Sorry Derek but I must be going now," Penelope said taking a few steps towards the other side of the library where the steps were located.

"Why?" he turned and watched her.

"I have plans tonight," Penelope said after she turned to look at him.

"Oooooh plans? What are you going to do?" Derek asked intrigued.

"Going to go out," Penelope answered raising her eyebrow.

"Going out where?"

"Someone is getting a bit nosey I see."

"Hey now I'm just being curious," Derek said innocent like with his hands up.

"Well…" Penelope gave him a small smile that she couldn't keep back.

"Well?" Derek smiled back.

"Well it's none of your business where I am going," Penelope turned and began to walk to the steps.

Derek grabbed his book bag and ran after her.

"Can I at least ask who you are going with, if anyone?" Derek asked walking down the stairs next to her.

"Why do you care?" Penelope asked stopping and looking at him.

"Because… I wanna get a good grade and I need my tutor," Derek smirked.

"We'll meet here again tomorrow after classes at five again. I will see you then," Penelope said as she walked down the steps leaving Derek behind.

Penelope walked through the door of her apartment. Shutting the door behind her, she threw her stuff on the chair letting out a sigh. She shook her head thinking about Derek being so noisy. She sat down and rested her head on her couch. Her eyes closed as she rests her arms on her chest. Letting out a long breath she smiled at what happened today.

Penelope opened her eyes to see the road she used live on as a child. She remembered all the houses, the silly garden gnome that her neighbor owned. She turned and next thing she knows is she is in her house. Walking down the hall, her breath began to slow down. Her mind processed her surroundings. There was as table to her right where she watched her parents put their keys, mail, change anything they had in their pockets really. Her hands ran along the wall remembering how she used to draw on them and get yelled at as a child. She laughed a little as she walked down the hall a little more to the first room on her right. She put her hand on the knob and slowly opened it seeing nothing but black. She moved her hand up against the wall to flick the light on. Nothing happened so once again she flicked it up and down, only darkness.

She slowly shut the door and took a few more steps to the next door on her right. Once again she grabbed the handle and turned the knob, pushing it open. Her feet softly touching the ground as she walked into the room a bit. She held her hands out as she was looking for the lamp. This was her room as a child. She remembered how a new bulb was never put in so she always had to use her lamp. She left something hit her legs, the bed. Moving down the bed towards the wall she knew that the end table would be there next to the head of it. She slowly moved her arms to find the lamp, moving them back and forth. Then finally her hand hit the shade. Hands moving to under the shade looking for the switch, she pushed it. Nothing happened. Darkness still.

Penelope heard a crash. She tripped over something on the floor on her way out to the hall, cussing under her breath. She quickly ran down the hall to see a little girl with long blonde pigtails yelling for the men to stop. She cried loud as the tears ran down little her face. She wiped them away trying not to get them on her little blue dress. Clutching to the little pink blanket in her hand she screamed. A hand came out and grabbed her on her upper arm pulling her off the ground.

"What are you crying about?" the man asked laughing.

"Please leave me alone," she cried out, looking up at him.

He pulled her up by the arm again as she began to kick and scream at him. His hand came out and slapped her across her face. "SHUT UP!"

Penelope jumped from her sleep when her phone rang. She quickly scattered around and grabbed it off the table.

"Hello?" Penelope asked sheepishly.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Em?"

"Of course, now what are you doing?" Emily asked again.

"I was lying on the couch, guess I fell asleep," Penelope ran her fingers through her hair.

"You can sleep later, but right now there is this party going on down on Stinger street."

"Whose party is it?" Penelope asked.

"Alex Blake."

"Oh I am not going," Penelope said stretching her feet out.

"But Pen!" Emily whined.

"Nope, plus I have to do my homework," Penelope said getting up and getting her backpack.

"Please?" Emily begged.

"Sorry Em, but I need to get caught up before I get back to school tomorrow."

"Okay, this time you win, next time I will."
"If you think so," Penelope laughed.

"Love you bitch."

"Love you too you jerk."

xxx

Penelope rolled in her sleep. Her eyes opened to find herself on a couch she had never seen before. She sat up looking around to see an unfamiliar home. There was flowered wall paper all around her, a large grandfather clock to her left. She slowly stood up trying to think what happened last night. Placing her hand on her forehead, she rubbed her temple. She thought about her homework, phone call from Emily was all she could remember. Moving her feet, she walked towards a door that was in the corner almost. Her hand gripped it and turned but it wouldn't budge. Locked. She tried harder to make sure it wasn't just stuck. Nope definitely locked. Walking to the other side of the room she saw a piano. Her fingers hit a few keys, not knowing how to play but always wanting to learn. Mind racing to figure out exactly where she was or what this is.

"Help me," a voice called from behind her.

That's when she knew what this was. Penelope turned around to find a small child standing in his pajamas looking up at her. He couldn't be any older than 9.

"Hello dear," Penelope greeted a little jumpy.

"Help me," the boy repeated.

She watched as the boy began to cry. She didn't know what to do, this is the first time this had happened.

"Awww sweetie, it's okay," Penelope tried to sooth him.

"Please help me ma'am its dark in here," he cried.

The lights went out around them making Penelope panic as she felt her arms constrained. She wiggled trying to get them free but couldn't. She tried to run but her feet wouldn't move either. Her body was frozen. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead as eyes went wide in fear.

The light came back on dimmer than before and in front of her sat the child in a chair, blindfolded, mouth covered in tape and tied up. The room was different it was almost like a shed or closet, it's just a small space. There were only four walls made of some kind of alumni. Penelope went to speak but only a mumble came out when she tried. She would taste cloth on her tongue. She looked down only to see herself tied to a chair also. She felt her hands tied behind her back. The chair moving back and forth as she continued to try and get her hands free. Her mumbles got louder as she yelled thru the cloth. She watched as the young child in front of her tried to get out of the rope and duct tape around his body.

She opened her eyes quickly and grabbed her chest, feeling her heart beat faster than usual. She wiped her forehead from left to right with the back of her hand. Reaching over she grabbed her phone, with hazy eyes she looked at the time. Four twenty three am.

"That's peachy," Penelope said as she saw she had a text message on her home screen. "Who in the hell is this from?"

She slide her finger across the unlock bar and the messages popped up. It didn't have a name above the message, just a number. She had no idea who this was from. All it said was 'So how was your night out?'

Penelope texted back. 'Who is this?' then laid her phone back down on the table. She got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Opening the fridge she grabbed the carton of orange juice and took a drink of it quickly before heading back to bed.

She checked her phone once again out of habit and there was another message on the home screen. Sliding it once again she read it.

'You know who this is'

Confused she replied. 'Remind me please'

She only had to wait a few seconds for a reply. 'You will find out later, promise'

She cocked an eyebrow and ran her hand through her messy hair. 'Well I'll deal with this tomorrow. I need sleep'

Penelope went to her contacts and pulled up the U's. Scrolling down she tapped Uncle Rossi and began to message him about what she just saw. She knew there was no way he was up right now, and she knew there was no way she could do anything right now with how exhausted she was from everything. She plopped back down in bed after she put her phone back on her nightstand.

xxx

The next day Penelope walked up the steps of the library after school and headed towards the table. She had only a bit of time until she had to meet her uncle at six o'clock. To her surprise there was Derek Morgan already sitting there with his books out on the table.

"Hello sweetness," he smiled at her as she put her backpack in the chair opposite of Derek.

"Really with the names again?" she rolled her eyes.

"What can I say, it's the glasses that draw my attention," he smirked.

Penelope heart beat sped up a bit as she tried not to let him see his effects on her. She just ignored him and pulled out her psychology book and notebook out.

"Okay, where would you like to start?" she asked finally being able to look at him, her heart at normal speed.

"Would like to start with, why you lied to me about going out last night," Derek said.

"What are you talking about?" Penelope looked at him confused.

"You said you were going out with someone yesterday, yet you never left your house."

"Woah, what the hell are you stalking me now?" Penelope asked giving him an expression that read creeper.

"No, not stalking but I caught up with your best friend, Emily if I remember right," Derek leaned forward on the table.

"That is creepy. I would prefer it if you didn't stalk my friends either."

Derek lets out a laugh. "I told you not stalking, we ran into each other at Blake's party."

"Ahhh why am I not surprised you were there," Penelope bit her lower lip out of habit.

"Well I kind of have to be there."

"Why is that?"

"Now who is being nosy?" Derek joked.

Penelope cleared her throat. "We should begin with studying for the test next week."

"That sounds boring to me," Derek sat back up straight in his chair.

"Well, you better start liking it, because it will only be more boring if you keep pushing it away," Penelope said pulling her flowered pen out of her backpack.

"I will do my best, Sweetness."

"We'll start with chapter four notes. Do you have those with you?" Penelope asked as she opened her notebook to the chapter notes.

Derek leaned back in his chair. "I never take notes, I usually just copy someone else's later but never got around to it."

"Then what do you do all class period?" Penelope tapped the end of her pen on the table.

"I just listen and text," he smiled. "Speaking of texting, did you get my message?"

"Message what are you talking about?"

Derek laughed and shook his head. "The one I sent you this morning."

She thought for a minute, then her lips went into an 'o' shape. "You were the one that texts me at four this morning?"

"Guilty as charged," he put his hands up as if he was showing her his hands where clean.

"How did you even get my number?"

"Best friend remember? We had a long chat."

"Oh my God, I'm going to kill her," Penelope ran a hand through her hair. "You on the other hand, don't text me unless it's about studying. Got it?" She gave him a stern look.

"Why is that?" he asked leaning back, crossing his arms against his chest making his muscles show clearer. "Don't wanna fall in love with me, huh?" he winked.

"In your dreams," her heart skipped a beat at his words.

"Believe me I don't dream."
"I wish I didn't," she mumbled.

"Why do you say that?" one of his eyebrows arched up once again.

"What? Oh, no it's nothing. Okay back to chapter four."

Penelope tried to keep her distance with talking about her dreams with most people. Only two people knew what they really were her uncle and Doctor Reid. If anyone else found out, she wouldn't be sure how they would react. The only logical reason was to keep it to from everyone else she meets.