Derek was the last to step off of the elevator. It had been a long week and if anyone had called him on it he would have had to admit that he'd been distracted. The four days in New York felt like a month and he managed to somehow dodge Hotch's discerning eye while numbly forcing his way through the case and in the end being the one who'd slapped the cuffs on the man who'd eluded them killing seven young women before Morgan realized that he was one of the investigators on the case.

The time away had only made his life an even bigger mess; Savannah barely took his calls and Garcia had resorted to calling in her findings to JJ and only talking to him when he insisted on it. He climbed the steps to her office and even before getting to the top he noticed her lights were off. She hadn't met them at the elevator as usual and he knew that this was another attempt to avoid talking to him. The problems the two of them had caused weren't going away and her running from him wasn't going to make him go away either.

Home of Derek Morgan – Two Hours Later – (Midnight)

Derek slowly turned the key in the door and stepped inside. He'd fallen in love with this house the first day he'd come to tour the remains of the ranch style house. It was in serious need of repair but he saw what it had been and what it could become again so he offered well over asking to insure that no one else would get their hands on this gem. Now it was the home that he and Savannah shared; he'd offered her a key on impulse after a rocky period in their relationship. He was caught off guard when she accepted not really expecting her to agree to live with him but she did. It was one of the rare times that he believed he'd done something right.

"You're still up."

Savannah was sitting in the den. The room was dimly lit and she was obviously waiting for him to come home. She never waited up for him.

"We need to talk, Derek."

"Savannah, I've been calling you for the last four days and you've barely said two words to me and that's if you took my call at all."

He didn't want to start off this way. He was the wrong one here not her. He exhaled and took the seat next to her.

"I'm sorry. This is not how I wanted to come through the door."

He noticed the tissue clinched in her hand. She'd been crying…he hadn't even begun to tell her what he needed to tell her and she was already crying.

"What's happened to us, Derek?"

"Savannah…"

"I know I've been impatient lately…with your job and you always being gone…"

"Savannah…"

"It's not your fault. We both have crazy schedules. You never give me a hard time about my schedule. I'm sorry for being selfish. Is that it? Is that the reason you've been so distant lately?"

"No, of course not. I understand you being upset with me being gone but it's my job. There's nothing I can do about that."

"I know, I know that; I want to make you a promise, okay Baby?"

"Savannah you don't have to make me any promises…"

"No, listen…I'm going to do better. I'm going to…"

"Savannah, please stop. You don't need to make me any promises, okay? You're fine…just fine."

How was he going to tell her that he was leaving; that he wasn't in love with her and perhaps never really was? Her heart was already breaking and he couldn't pretend that he didn't see the desperation in her eyes or hear it in her voice. Still he knew he had to come clean.

"Tell me what I have to do to fix us, Derek. I love you and I don't want to lose you."

He stood. He couldn't stand to be this close to her. The air had suddenly been sucked from the room with her declaration of love. He began pacing back and forth wondering how he could do what he was about to do to a woman that didn't deserve to have her heart broken.

"Savannah, I am so sorry."

She stood and joined him in the middle of the room. Gently she took his hands stopped his pacing and waited for him to begin talking again.

"Derek, talk to me."

"I…don't…Savannah this isn't working…we aren't working…and it's nobody's fault but mine."

"What? We've just hit a rough patch, that's all…"

"No, it's not just a rough patch, Savannah. I wanted us to work so bad; you're the woman that any man would want but…I can't do this to you anymore."

"What are you saying; that you don't love me?"

"I'm so sorry, Sava…"

"Just stop please…Derek. I don't want to hear any more."

She pulled her hands from his and walked back to the couch. She wasn't going to beg him or become hysterical; he didn't deserve that. He joined her on the couch silently watching the emotions changing on her face.

"Please believe me, I didn't mean to hurt you."

She turned slightly to look into his eyes. She saw the sorrow, the guilt…the tears. They were over and there was nothing left for her to say. She remembered his promise to do whatever it took to be with her. He was so sincere, so determined to fulfill that promise to her then. Now here he was taking it all back, ready to end their life together. She'd made the same promise to him only days ago. She wondered if he remembered.

She'd do anything to be with him…anything!

Home of Penelope Garcia –

There was only one person in the world that would dare come to her apartment at one in the morning. She waited until the third ring before getting out of bed and heading toward the door. He had a key and she knew that if necessary he would use it and let himself in.

She opened the door. He looked as if the world had caved in on him. Without a word she stepped aside to let him in.

"Derek, it's la…"

He pulled her against his body and placed his mouth over hers silencing her. She resisted him and stiffened in his arms but he persisted in his search for a way past her wall. She relaxed and allowed his tongue entrance and control over her senses. She loved how he smelled and how he held her tightly as if he could mold them into one body with his brut strength. Then as if the need for air brought them back to their senses, she pulled away from him and out of his arms.

"What was that?" She asked angrily.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I…"

"Derek! You can't just come here and…"

"And what?"

"Do that…kiss me like…Damn you, Derek!"

"Baby Girl, I'm sorry…I don't know what I was thinking…"

"You weren't thinking that's why we're in the mess we're in now!"

"So this is my fault? Really Penelope?"

Now he was angry and confused and she was standing in front of him out of breath looking as if she could kill him at any moment.

"No. No, that's not what I'm saying."

He ran his hand over his head and headed toward her kitchen. She heard him rummaging through her refrigerator. Then a few seconds later, he rejoined her beer in hand and plopped on her couch.

"Shouldn't you be at home with Savannah?"

"Where's Sam? Did I come at a bad time?"

Penelope crossed the room yanking the beer from his hand and slamming it on the table in front of him.

"Are we really going to do this? I'm not in the mood, Derek…not at one frickin' thirty in the morning!"

"I broke up with Savannah."

"You what? Why?"

"Why? Because I don't love her, that's why! Pen…"

"No, Derek…of course you love her…you gave her a key and you asked her to live with you and…what the hell did you do that for?" She rambled.

"Because I love you. I want to be with you and only you, Baby Girl."

"Listen, please…hear me."

She took his hands in hers and waited until she felt certain she had his full attention.

"You are and always have been my hero. I can't let you do something out of guilt. I'm going to have this baby and I will never stop you from being a part of our child's life but what I will do is stop you from being with me because you feel obligated."

"No, Pen, that's not what I'm doing. I love you and I want to be with you and I'll do anything…"

She placed her index finger over his lips preventing him from speaking.

"…and you'll do anything to be with me?"

He shook his head.

"That's what you told Savannah."

His heart stopped. The sadness in her eyes told him that she didn't believe him. Why should she? He'd proven that he wasn't a man of his word. He uttered those same words to Savannah and here he was willing to turn his back on her and run into the arms of another woman.

"Penelope, please. Just give me a chance to prove that I love you and…"

"It's late. I'll get you a blanket. You can sleep on the couch…besides, I don't think it would be a good idea for you to go home just yet."

Penelope stepped past the man whom she'd loved forever. He'd been the subject of dreams and fantasies. He was her knight-in-shining armor and her hero. How could her dreams suddenly morph into nightmares? She was pregnant with Derek Morgan's baby. It should be the happiest time of her life. Why then was she so miserable?