"DIG!"

Potomac General Hospital – 2 hours later…

Penelope had secluded herself in the far corner of the room crying quietly. She'd refused the comfort of her friends shooing them away until they finally realized she was serious and wanted and needed to be alone. The fact that no one had given them an update on Derek's condition brought her no comfort and no solace. It didn't matter if she closed her eyes or kept them open it didn't erase the sight of him lying still in the makeshift coffin.

They'd managed to reach him three minutes after Sam's deadline and he wasn't breathing. The bruises and cuts on his face and body told her that being buried alive was only half of what he'd endured. She kept asking herself, why? Why was she a magnet for broken deranged men? Men willing to kill her and those she loved without even a second thought. It was foolish to think that this was somehow her fault; that she was responsible for what Savannah, Kevin and Sam had done. Still, she knew she played a role and what she had done to drive the three beyond madness had a price. How could she think she wouldn't be punished too?

"One-one thousand, two-one thousand…breathe! One-one thousand, two-one thousand…breathe, dammit!"

"How's she holding up?"

Rossi handed Hotch a cup breaking him from his thoughts. Taking the seat next to the senior officer, Rossi waited for an answer.

"Not good. She just wants to be alone."

"Give her time."

"Time, humpf…how much time do any of us really have, Dave?"

"You saved his life, Aaron…"

"We got lucky…anyone of us could have performed CPR…"

"But it was you! He's alive! You were a part of a miracle today."

Aaron nodded taking a sip from his coffee. Somehow he didn't feel as if he could take credit for anything. The fact that the paramedics had worked on Morgan the entire trip to the hospital convinced Hotch that it was too early to celebrate.

JJ couldn't take her eyes off the dirt underneath her nails. It was the muddy remnant of digging for what seemed like hours to free her friend. Now she sat wanting desperately to be able to embrace her other friend who refused any contact from her or anyone else.

"Derek Morgan?"

The five agents stood and faced the dark haired woman approaching them.

"Yes." Hotch answered.

"I'm Dr. Kennedy, the attending treating Agent Morgan."

"How is he, Doctor?"

"Well, everything considered, he's doing quite well. He sustained a concussion, broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and several superficial cuts and bruises."

"Can we see him?"

The doctor looked into the anxious woman's eyes and smiled.

"Yes, certainly. He's in room 218 and be warned, we gave him something for pain so he may be a little out of it."

"Thank you doctor."

Hotch extended his hand, which the doctor accepted before heading out the door.

Garcia was the first through the door followed by the others. He watched them as they entered and took places around his bed. The pain medication had already begun to lull him to sleep but he struggled and for the moment he seemed to be winning.

"Hey." He began.

"You scared me, Handsome."

She unashamedly placed a kiss on his lips before taking her place on the edge of his bed. She saw the surprise in his eyes, which caused her to smile.

"I'm sorry Baby Girl I didn't mean to make you worry."

"How are you feeling?"

Reid interrupted the two knowing what would happen once they got started and he needed to hear from Morgan's mouth that he was fine.

"Happy to be alive, Pretty Boy."

Morgan closed his eyes for a moment fighting a dual battle against the pain and the medication.

"Tell us what happened." Hotch asked.

"I was on my way to work and there were two trucks…one cut me off and started slowing down…then another rammed me from behind…"

The next several minutes Derek continued to explain what had happened. Garcia never took her eyes from him as his speech began to slow then slur until he fell asleep. Hotch insisted that they all leave and head back to the BAU to debrief. Of course Garcia insisted on staying and reluctantly Hotch acquiesced.

She pulled a chair next to his bed and squirmed until she was able to find a reasonably comfortable position. She watched as he breathed while memorizing the cuts and bruises on his body. What he'd gone through over the course of the day was unimaginable. Garcia would never forgive Sam or Kevin for what they had done. Her bad choices had almost gotten Derek killed and cost her child a father.

He knew she wouldn't leave. It would take a Tsunami to get Penelope Garcia out of this room. The smile appeared on his face even before he opened his eyes again. The room was silent and he'd obviously fallen asleep on his friends. He'd make it up to them he silently promised himself.

"Baby Girl, why are you still here?"

"Where else would I be, Handsome?"

She stood and leaned in kissing him lightly on the lips.

"You need to rest."

"I'm fine you just worry about getting better."

"Our baby needs his mommy to be a good girl and take care of herself."

"His?" She chuckled. "What if it's a girl?"

"Girl, boy, it doesn't matter just as long as he or she is healthy."

Derek gently squeezed her hand as fresh tears began to trickle down her face.

"No tears…"

"I can't help it."

"I'm fine, I promise. I'll be home in a day or two."

"Derek, you almost died! Sam buried you alive and…"

"Shh, motor mouth! I didn't die and you know why?"

"Why?" She sniffled.

"Because you saved me! You and the rest of the team saved my life."

She shook her head trying to gain control of her emotions. He gently wiped her tears away as she leaned into his touch.

"You're my hero, Baby Girl."

"I'm nobody's hero."

"Yes, you are. You saved my life long before today. This was just a repeat performance."

"Derek…"

"Thank you."

"You don't have to…"

"Penelope, I love you."

"I love you too. I just…"

He saw the thoughts swimming in her eyes and he knew what was going through her head and he needed to stop it.

"Look at me…look at me." She raised her head to meet his stare. "This is not your fault."

"I know but…"

"No but's. This was all on Savannah, Sam and Kevin."

"But Derek we created this! Both of us! We did this!"

"What? No way!"

"Yes! We drove them to this! If we hadn't had an affair and I had not gotten preg…"

"Stop! Stop it right now! Listen to me, Baby…"

He placed his hand on her stomach.

"This baby, our baby is a symbol of our love and I won't let you or anybody tell me that he or she is wrong."

"I know Handsome. I'm just saying that we went about it all wrong. We both cheated on people who we claimed to love and who we were committed to."

She was right and he knew it. Both of them had done the unthinkable and it had broken the people who they'd swore to honor. Sam and Savannah had been assured countless times that they were loved only to discover that it was all lies.

"I should have told you a long time ago how I felt. I'll never forgive myself for believing I could have a life with anybody but you. Now I've hurt Savannah…"

"And I hurt Sam too. I hurt Kevin a long time ago. He knew I loved you no matter how many times I denied it."

"So, what do we do now, Baby Girl?"

"I don't know."

She pulled away from him and sat in the chair. Her expression mirrored the sadness in his heart.

"I know I love you, Penelope."

"And I love you. I wonder if…"

"If, what?"

"I wonder if it's enough?"