A/N: So it's been a minute... My apologies. Work has kept me busy, and my muse decided to take a vacation without me. I finally got some inspiration (when I should have been working) so I thought I'd post. Thanks for sticking around!

"She walked out on me the night I was going to propose."

"Oh, Derek… I'm so sorry. I can't begin to imagine how terrible that must feel… I'm positive she's just scared. I know she cares about you deep down inside. Think of this as just a temporary setback, but don't give up. You'll both regret it."

"How can I not give up, Prentiss?! She didn't even hear me out! She brought up the babysitting and just assumed that it wasn't what I wanted, then she left. She's too nice to tell me I'm not good enough." He failed to stop the tears that welled up in his eyes.

Her tone softened to almost a whisper. "Cut the crap, Morgan… We both know that's not true! You keep putting up these walls to hide the hurt, or to not risk getting hurt in the first place, but at the same time you're completely missing the chance to have what you've always wanted." She wanted to tell him what she discovered earlier, what she thought for the last few days, but it wasn't her place. That would be for Morgan and Garcia to work out on their own. Her mind drifted off to her earlier conversation with Garcia...

Earlier that day-

Penelope was supposed to be in a meeting, but she couldn't concentrate. She'd been feeling ill all morning with worry. She was currently sitting on the women's bathroom floor on the eighth floor, contemplating her next move. As the door opened, she froze. Why didn't I lock it? Crap… She thought to herself, trying to not make any noise, and calm her nerves. -And tummy. Whoever it was walked in, paused, and she hoped they would make a quick exit. Instead, they proceeded to lock the door, then turned and walked towards the stalls.

"Hey PG," she heard Emily say.

"PG isn't here… There's no one here, move it along, Prentiss…" She heard Emily come closer, then knock on the stall.

"Garcia, open up, come on…"

There was no way out. She had to open the stall. Slowly, she unlocked it, and stepped out.

"Even though I probably know the answer… Are you alright?"

"In short, no…"

Emily observed her make-up smeared face; she looked pale and clammy. This was not good, but it may have backed up her prediction from earlier in the week when she saw Penelope last with JJ. She put down her purse on the counter, and turn to face her friend. "Maybe it was something you ate?" she tried to gauge Pen's reaction.

"I don't know. It comes and goes…" she muttered, shakily.

"You know what I think?"

"What…"

"Remember the other day you, JJ, and I were out to lunch?"

"…Yes…"

"Do you remember what happened?"

"…Yes…" She had gotten sick just before the trio sat down, and wasn't up to eating while they were together.

"Well." She reached into her purse and pulled out a brown paper bag, handing it to Garcia. "JJ and I have a small hunch… so we got you something" she smiled, her eyes twinkling.

"What'd you get me?" Penelope asked, perking up as she opened the bag up and reached inside. Her demeanour, however, changed completely when she pulled out a pregnancy test. "Em-"

"Before you say anything, just try it… If we end up being wrong, then it's nothing. But if we're right…"

"I can't be- I… No… What-"

"Breathe, Garcie… We can figure it out in five minutes."

Five minutes later, Emily and Penelope were sitting together on the counter, watching Emily's phone timer go off. "You ready?" Emily asked.

"No. I can't… you look… It's probably the flu. Or food poisoning. I'm not-" Penelope sputtered, the tears starting again about four minutes and fifty-seven seconds earlier.

Emily took the test off the counter, and held it up. She placed it in Pen's hands, and watched her reaction.

"P-Positive…" Penelope gasped. "That means…"

"That means you and Derek need to talk."

"He'll never- No, I can't…"

"I think you're just scared. He's been my partner for years and years, I know him. And deep down inside, you know him too. He'll be thrilled!"

"What if he isn't?"

"Have some faith in your Chocolate Thunder" Emily smirked. "Let's get you cleaned up, and I'll help you come up with a plan."

"Em… He won't talk to me. I stormed off during our dinner last week, and I've been avoiding him ever since."

"You know how stubborn he is, he won't give up."

"I know…" she sighed deeply, her eyes widening as she leaned closer to Emily. "I don't want him to think I did, I just-"

Emily silenced her by taking Penelope's hands in her own. "What can I do, Garcie?"

End of memory-

Emily was brought back to the present as Derek let out a long exhale, still not able to meet her eyes. "I don't know what else to do. I've tried calling her, texting, emailing, she locks herself up in her office and won't answer the door… I've even tried following Reid in there. She's not having it."

Emily was about to counter his argument, but a sharp knock interrupted them. Hotch appeared a moment later with some files in hand, but when he looked at the two his demeanour changed completely. "Morgan, you look like shit. Go home." Before Derek could reply, Hotch continued. "We don't have an active case. Go. Prentiss, go with him. Let me know if you need anything," and with that he closed the door and was gone.

"You heard the man, that's an order" she smirked, standing up. "I'll drive you home," she offered, her voice softening. "You will work this out, I promise. What do you say we go take Clooney for a walk, and figure all of this out?" she offered, and they were off.

"Is she here?" he asked, slowly standing up from his desk.

"She's been in a meeting with the other techs all morning," she told the half truth; that's where Penelope was supposed to be, but she knew where she really was.

"Ok…" he hesitated, then went to grab his bag and the two left the office.

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