Hope y'all are enjoying this story. This chapter is going to be focus around Penelope finding out. Please let me know if there are any other characters that you would like to see thier reactions before I move on past the reactions. I am trying to post daily, but next week I won't be here, so none will probably go up Sun.-next Sat.

Hotch could barely move. After what seemed like hours, but was really only about 10 minutes of crying his heart out, while listening to JJ do the same, he finally hung up. He knew he was going to have to tell Penelope rght away. She had their names tracked in case anything supsicious ever came up, so she would find out pretty soon. He knew he should probably have called her first, but it was hard. It was hard because she was Penelope. So light, cheerful and filled with life. She had an openess and optimism about life and love in her heart that radiated from her. The others on the team had lost theirs a long time ago. But she was different. She didn't handle emotions as well. This was going to destroy her.

Hotch felt the sick feeling start to move up towards his throat. He raced into the bathroom and let the emotions come out in the form of bile. He just rest his head in this arms and began to wail. He needed Prentiss to come over and worry about him, letting some of her incredible strength rub off on him. He needed Rossi to remind him why he should keep on going on. He needed Ried to list off some statistics or rituals about how people got throught these things. He need his team. His family.

After a while of just sitting there in his thoughts, he stood up. He washed his face off and got his car keys. Penelope wouldn't be able to handle this over the phone, that he knew for sure. He was going to have to be Reid, Emily, and Rossi all in one for this. He wasn't sure he could even do this.

- Penelope woke up, relizing that she had overslept her alarm, and sighed. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had been up late last night, and apparently fell asleep while still working because she was still dressed in her clothes from the day before. She sighed, and went to her closet. It was her day off, so she didn't really need anything fancy. She slipped on a pair of sweats and a Rolling Stones T-Shirt.

She walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. She then lazily started to fix herself some toast, but when she was getting the bread out of the toaster, her thumb touched the hot side of the toaster. Her hand jolted back and the toast went flying. Damn, She thought and started for the cabinet for another slice of bread when she heard the door bell ring. She looked down at her tee and sweats, she obviously wasn't ready for any visitors today.

Derek had been devestated after Hotch had called him. Savannah had tried to call a couple of times now, obviously wondering wether or not he was going to be on another case. He ignored it, not really ready to talk to anyone about this yet. But he then relized something- Penelope. She would need to hear this from him. He suspected that Hotch was probably on the phone with JJ now, since he knew Hotch he knew that Penelope he probably had been holding off on.

Derek grabbed his keys and went to his car. When he got in it, he slammed his hands repeatedly agianst the steering wheel. Like it had done somthing to him. He just shook his head as tears flowed agianst his cheeks. This wasn't happening now, it couldn't be happening now. This was all a lie. A sick joke. A test. A nightmare. Anything but reality.

It took him awhile to calm down, but when he did he made a bee line for Garcia's apartment. It terrified him. He REALLY did not want to do this. But he had to. Garcia and him were the closest. She had to hear this from him. She was his little sister and he had to protect her. Be there for her, especially in a circumstance like this.

Walking up to her door, Derek began to chicken out a little. He didn't hear any voices or crying from inside so he guessed that Hotch hadn't been there yet. But he was still very hesitant. All of the sudden he heard the toaster go off and a tiny bit later he heard Garcia swearing at the thing. He couldn't help but smirk a little. Garcia really needed to get a new one, that was the third time that she's been burned by that thing. The little incident gave him enough stregnth to knock on her door, even if his knocks were still very weak. Normally he would wonder wether or not Penelope was able to her him, but from the sounds he had just heard gave him the pretty clear idea that she was heading to her fridge, which was relatively near the door. As he heard her foot steps came closer to the door he braced himself for what he was about to have to do.

Penelope worried for a second about her apperance, but thought it was probably just a nieghbor and they saw her like this all the time when she went to get her mail some mornings, but she was still very apprehensive about awnsering the door in her slacks and a rolling stones tee. She made her way there, anyway, and looked through the peephole. Seeing it was Morgan, she felt a little better, knowing he'd seen her like thisa thousand times and didn't care. But she felt a lot worse seeing Morgan. She knew something was really wrong with him. He looked nervous and... sad. She hated seeing her chocolate baby like that.

She swung open the door and started to ask Morgan if he was alright, but then he grabbed her in a hug and just began to weep. She was taken suddenly aback. It took her a second to return the hug. She then guided him over to the couch, still in a hug, and the two sat down. Derek just kept his head on her shoulder and continued crying. He hated to feel like this. He knew he was making it all worse for Penelope, so he soon straightened up and his baby girl handed him a box of tissues.

"What's wrong, Derek?" She asked finally breaking the silence between them. She thought it must have been something to do with Samantha or the kids. Nothing else she could think of would make him break like this.

Derek reburied his head in her shoulder. He felt so bad for doing this. He had to be strong for Garcia, he had to be strong, but he just couldn't. "I'm so sorry Penelope, Baby girl, I'm so sorry." He broke again. Garcia couldn't fathom in her mind now what had happened. What could he have done? Why was he so sorry? What was going on?

"Derek- Wha... What's going on." Penelope began to start to cry a bit herself. Seeing him like that was heartbreaking. He began shaking his head and then straightened up agian. He grabbed her hands. Something was really, REALLY wrong, she could feel it.

"There was... there was an... a... accident. After Rossi took.. umm.. Emily and Ried to the airport... Um..." Derek gasped for air. He felt like he was choking on the words, and he could only get them out in gasped, tear-filled breaks. Penelope was in tears, shaking her head. She couldn't believe what he was saying was real. Sh just couldn't, and nothing, NOTHING could have prepared her for what he said next. "Penelope.." He tried gasping out, while rubbing sone of the tears off of her cheeks. "They... They... um.. All of them.. Rossi... RIed... Emily... They're gone baby."

"No!" Penelope, now drenched in tears, shrieked. Derek held her and rocked her back and forth as she became completely overwhelmed with tears. He also was making a flood of his own. They just sat there like that for what seemed like hours until they heard another knock on the door.

After Hotch called, JJ became overwhelmed. She took the lamp nearest to her and shattered it across the wall. Her hand was bleeding but she didn't even notice. That's when she began to think about it. Hotch had said that he was going to wash up and head over to Penelope's. She figured Penelope would probably need someone a little bit more sensitive, a mother's touch. Hotch was across town to Garcia's new apartment, but she was only two blocks away.

She ran upstairs and grabbed her jacket and keys. She didn't notice the giant blood stain she had left on her bed. Or the door as she was leaving. Or the blood trail she left the entire way. Hotch didn't awnser his phone, so she wanted to beat him there. She figured Penelope would probably be better off hearing it from her.

"That's probably Hotch." Derek stood up. Looking down at Garcia, he gave her a little smile. It took a lot of energy just to move his muscles that way, but she really needed it right now. "You want me to send him away?" He asked, knowing she might want to be alone right now, but she shook her head. He nodded a tiny bit and went over and oppened the door. To his suprise, however, it was not Hotch Instead, it was JJ.

Derek opened the door. "Penelope it's JJ." He said, looking over his shoulder at her. She nodded her head, giving the signal that it was okay. Derek was just as surprised to see her as JJ was surprised to see him. His eyes were blood shot and his face was trailed with tears, so she knew that Penelope already knew, and given the two's close relationship she was glad that it was Morgan that told her. All of the sudden, simountaneously, the two pulled together in a hug. They were both crying horribly when Penelope came and joined the hug. They must have been like that for about 5 minutes before Derek broke the silence and asked if anyone wanted a drink.

Both said sure and began to go sit down on the couch. That's when Derek noticed it. "JJ!" He almost screeched, catching the two girls in panick. Seeing her scared face, he continued. "What happened to your hand?" He asked. Her entire hand was covered in blood, and a trail of blood continued behind her. They had all been so absorbed with emotion that none of them noticed, not even JJ.

"I had no idea," she said, looking at her hand which was completely red. "I must have cut it when I smashed that lamp." Morgan couldn't help giggle a little bit on JJ's reaction to it. "Hey!" She laughed, and started threatening to splash the blood on him. They went on like this for a minute until Penelope went under the sink and brought out a first aid kit. Morgan started running the water and JJ winced as Morgan put her hand under the warm running water. She winced even more when he smothered it in alcohol.

"I don't think you'll need stitches but you might want to go and get it checked later," Morgan said as he finished wrapping her hand in guaze. The three were still melancholy, but somehow JJ's wound had made them feel a little bit better. That was JJ, Morgan thought, always making greatness from a bad situation. JJ gave her thanks and hopped of the counter.

Morgan had just finished pouring the earlier-promised drinks when he heard another knock at the door. "Okay, that has to be Hotch he said." He opened the door to two police officers." He looked back in the room at the others. The three couldn't imagine what was going on now.

Hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I DONT OWN CM CHARACTERS!

Sorry I didnt update yesterday, I fell asleep typing.