A/N: Fourth instalment! As with the others, it follows the same muse, a team member finds a baby at their door. This fic is 785 words long. Now, with out further ado, on with the story!

Shot four, Penelope Garcia

Penelope Garcia was happy. She and her team had the weekend to themselves and it was Saturday morning at ten thirty and she was still laying in bed. What could be better? Just as she was snuggling to go back to sleep, a knock from her door woke her up. This wasn't right. Penelope had even given Derek Morgan explicit instructions to not stop by until well into the afternoon today. Why was someone knocking at her door?

Grumbling all the way, the technical annalist shuffled from her bed to her front door. After swinging it open, she glared. There wasn't even anyone there!

"Ugh! Why must people knock and leave?" Penelope let her shoulders slump and she shook her head. A week of all nighters and coffee binges and only twelve hours of sleep did not make for a happy Garcia, she thought to herself. Shaking herself she turned to go back into her apartment. Maybe a nice cup of milk will help me get back to sleep, she continued to herself, then a noise sounded from the other side of the door, what was that?

Penelope opened her door again and glanced down the hall and then at the ground when she saw no one. No one that is, until she had looked down, for at her feet a tiny baby lay.

She immediately grabbed up the child and went back into her apartment. "Oh, Gumdrop, where did you come from? And who would leave such a precious little baby like that?" She cooed to the child. She settled herself onto her couch and pulled her laptop to rest on the arm of it. After booting the system, she set about the fairly simple, for her, task of hacking the security feed from the buildings cameras.

Penelope watched as a young woman carrying the baby came in the front door of the building, up the three flights of stairs to her apartment, settle the baby on the floor, kiss her forehead, knock on her own door, then scurry away back down the stairs and out of the building.

"Well, Dumpling, what to do with you? You wont be going back to your mother after that. Do you have a name?" The blonde woman carefully unwrapped the baby from the white swaddling blanket and found a folded lined piece of paper.

Unfolding the sheet of paper while keeping one eye fixed on the baby laying on the couch.

To whom it may concern;

I am leaving my baby, Amber here with you as I can not take care of her. She was born a month ago yesterday at one thirty four pm, and weighed only five pounds and four ounces. I know that you will be able to provide much better for my baby girl then I ever could, and I beg you to take care of her. She deserves better then foster care or the life I could have given her.

From a loving mother.

"Well Amber, looks like I have to figure out what to do with you now. Your mom wanted me to." Penelope sighed. "But what am I going to do with you?"

The woman yet again sighed and turned to face the baby better. She watched as the infant lifted its legs and arms, waving them about with her eyes closed.

Penelope reached onto the coffee table where she had left her house phone and dialled.

"Baby Girl? I thought you didn't want to be disturbed until the after noon?" Derek Morgan's voice seemed to be wide awake despite having only gotten as much sleep, if not less then Penelope.

"Hey, Hot Stuff, I know I said that I didn't want company, but could you do me a favour?" Penelope wanted to scrunch up her eyes and cross her fingers, yet didn't want to take her gaze from the little girl.

"Anything Mama, what do you need?" Derek sounded slightly more focused now, and more intent.

"Can you come over and stop by a store and get some formula? Oh and diapers that will fit a two month old, and wipes, and a bottle or two?" Now Penelope's eyes did shut slightly, wincing at the price that all of this will cost him and the knowledge that he wont let her pay him back.

"Of course Baby Girl, but is there something you have been keeping from me?" Derek's words were joking, but his tone of voice was serious.

"Well, Stud Muffin, I found a baby at my door and I'm sure she will be hungry soon." Penelope said frankly.

"Got it, I'll be right there, with the diapers, and wipes, and bottle and formula."

"Thanks Derek."

"Anytime Penny."