She tried to make sense of his news, the announcement that he'd found…Savannah. Thank god that they had dimmed the lights just in case she could not catch the tears threatening to burst from her eyes. She had been so excited just moments ago, happy to spend time with her best friend and happy that he had suggested they spend the evening together. The timing for a change had been perfect; Sam was out of town on business leaving her free for the weekend.

There, he had told her about Savannah. He felt guilty for keeping it from her for the last two months. She took it well but how else should she take it? Deep in his heart he wanted her to pitch a fit and be angry with him for choosing another woman over her but she simply asked him if he was happy. It was a question that he had not fully considered as he spent most of his free time over the last several weeks with Savannah. Perhaps because he didn't want to think about it, if he did he would have to admit that the only woman that held his happiness had no desire to love him. As they continued to watch the movie he felt a sick feeling of finality well up inside of him pushing its way to the surface and he was glad that the room was dimly lit because everyone knew that Derek Morgan never cried.

BAU – Monday – Day

The team had gathered in the conference room receiving information on a new case. They were headed to Los Angeles and Garcia welcomed the distance. She needed to find a way to reel in her feelings and with the team away maybe she could reset her focus on her relationship with Sam. He was a great guy and she was tired of failing because she kept holding onto an unrealistic hope of being with Derek. He'd moved on and this time she had a name and he seemed ready to commit to this woman.

Morgan had spent Sunday with Savannah. He knew he was lucky to have found her she wasn't like the others who'd failed to hold his interest. Savannah had even squashed his attempt to make her break up with him and allow him to walk away as the good guy. Yeah, she'd seen right through it and so that had to be proof that he was where he was supposed to be. Then why was he miserable? Why did Penelope consume his dreams and waking hours? This time away would surely help him to work on being satisfied with a great woman who loved him. He had what it took to be happy with Savannah; he could love her and treat her like she deserved…be the man she wanted. Now, if his heart would just stop screaming out loud…the truth.

Friday – Evening

The team was headed home from a tough week in southern California. Everyone was exhausted and desperate to get home. Garcia lived for the call letting her know that they were headed back so that she could exhale in relief. Sam called shortly after and the two of them made plans to meet each other for a late dinner. Normally she'd wait at the office until she saw her team step off the elevator and confirm that they were indeed home safely. She wasn't quite ready to see Morgan even though she couldn't think of anything better than to be pulled into his arms and greeted with a broad smile that was reserved just for her.

He ached to see her standing in the hallway. He couldn't wait to pull her to him and inhale her sweet aroma as she looked up into his eyes. The thought of seeing her helped keep his mind off of the last few days of death, defeat and a hollow victory after finally arresting a deadly maniac.

Sam had picked the perfect restaurant. Josie's was upscale dining at it's finest. He'd called ahead and requested a quiet booth in the back with an expensive bottle of Penelope favorite wine waiting at the table. He'd arrived early to see the look on her face when she arrived. He loved how she appreciated even the smallest things and he prided himself in the details of making her happy.

Dinner was filled with light conversation, silliness and good food. She couldn't help but check her watch from time to time anticipating the team's return…his return. She wondered what he would think when she wasn't there to greet him and welcome him home.

Sam noticed that even though she was trying her mind was elsewhere. He had thought of everything but like always from the time they had begun dating, they were never really alone. Derek Morgan's presence always seemed to loom in the background. She denied it just like he was sure she had denied it when she was with Kevin. But unlike Kevin, he had convinced himself that he didn't care. He had known what mistakes Kevin had made and he was determined not to make the same. He was never critical of her friendship with Derek, her job or her team. He kept his mouth shut and waited for her to give up her foolish notion of being with him.

Penelope's phone rang she jumped and fished it out of her oversized bag. Sam watched as her attention left him in a flash. The smile that once was his now given to whomever was on the other end of the call.

"JJ! Hey, you made it back!" She started.

Sam felt relieved that it wasn't Morgan.

"How was your flight? Are you guys at the office? I wanted to stay but Sam and I decided to meet for a late dinner so…"

"Garcia…" JJ interrupted.

"Something happened."

"What?"

"It's Morgan..."

She didn't want to think about anything. She had to see him, be with him. He would need her. Her mind was on autopilot with only one agenda to get to Potomac General. Nothing and no one else mattered.

Sam sat surrounded by plates of half-eaten food, empty wine glasses, and broken dreams of a special evening. Silently defeated he watched her as she rushed through the restaurant and out the door without so much as a glance back.

Potomac General – later

Savannah had just started her shift when the call had come in about a multi car collision. There had been several minor injuries treated at the scene and they were expecting an arrival of a patient with multiple injuries…an FBI agent who was the driver of a SUV side swiped by a speeding drunk driver. Morgan crossed her mind but he was out of town on a case and he hadn't called her to let her know that he was on his way home. She headed toward the back door to wait on the ambulance's arrival.

The doors of the ambulance sprung open. Savannah and two other doctors and two nurses rushed to receive the incoming trauma patient. She froze when he came into full view. What was he doing here? She thought. He was supposed to be on the other side of the country. In fact, she hadn't spoken to him in two days. Her team of doctors and nurses noticed her hesitation, it was unlike her she was always the first to act and take charge…not this time. She couldn't treat him she had to turn his care over immediately and back away. The others had recognized him and the other doctors took over as she looked on and followed them inside.

4 Hours later…

The last four hours had passed quickly; a blur of humming and beeping monitors with a nurse coming in periodically to check his vitals. He was so still, the up and down of his chest the only thing that had moved. Penelope had gently wrapped her hand around his feeling the warmth and strength it possessed.

Rossi, Reid and Alex had been examined and discharged by the emergency room doctors; the most serious injury was a minor cut over Dave's right eyebrow and it only needed three stitches to close. Hotch and JJ sat waiting in a nearby room that the hospital had made available for them, perks of being federal agents in a city filled with federal agents.

Morgan had seen the headlights speeding toward them and he'd obviously figured out that there was no time to completely avoid the impact. So, he turned his SUV to take the hit on his side rather than head on. He'd saved their lives…again. He had no choice otherwise they all surely would have been killed.

A wave of panic rushed over her. She hadn't told him, hadn't told him how she felt. He didn't know that he was her world, her life's breath. Her fear and insecurities had held her tongue in it's place and now she could very well never get the chance to right the wrong that her silence had committed.

He felt her presence even in his current state. He fought against the medically induced coma that kept him still unable to move, to speak, to open his eyes. The accident had scared him. The headlights blinding him temporarily before he made a sudden turn to the right…just a small margin of error that was worth the risk if he could save them. Returning home, seeing her waiting as he and the rest of the team stepped off the elevator was the only thing on his mind, but they didn't quite make it and as he laid motionless he was reminded that self-made plans very seldom go the way we imagined them.

The rest of the team had gathered in the surgical waiting room holding their breaths as the doctors explained the situation. Savannah stood with them hiding her concern and distress with a professional mask that had been practiced and perfected over the years of having to deliver bad news to families of patients. No one knew about her she hadn't met his team, the friends that had become his family. She looked at their faces and saw their heart and love for a man that had risked his life for them and for others; a man willing to risk his own life if necessary.

Derek hadn't included her in this part of his life and she always wondered why she had been kept away from them. She always suspected that he'd kept her a secret on purpose. He didn't talk much about them but when he did she could tell that they all were close. There was one however that he did talk about.

Penelope hadn't moved from his sight since he'd been brought to the ICU. Savannah had planned to go down and introduce herself to the woman that seemed to creep into her time with Derek. She wasn't quite what she had expected; not that she expected anything in particular. Savannah should be the woman sitting by his side. Her peers would understand if she needed to be with him but she had thought of every excuse in the book to continue working avoiding the inevitable truth that there was more between Derek and Penelope than she wanted to admit or face.