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Next update in the crossover!

I know some of you guys are concerned the unsub is going to snatch Penelope after she exited the hotel, but she's going to be safe…for now. So, sit back and relax for now :) Nothing really JJ/Olivia or case related in this chapter. Thanks for the reviews and let's get this show on the road!

Derek made his way nervously towards the hotel lounge and bar where he was ready to meet up with his Penelope. His. He intended on telling her every ounce of feeling in him and make her realize the two of them belonged together. He was tired of seeing her want Kevin back. He would make her see where the two of them truly belonged: together.

When he made it to the dim lounge where a few people were mingling, he looked around desperately for Penelope, but she was nowhere to be found. He frowned. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was now 11:30. He realized he was late, but once he told her it was in the name of anxiety, he figured she'd forgive him. It seemed odd that she wasn't already there. Going to the bar, he flagged down the bartender. "Hey man," he said. "Have you by any chance seen a red-head come in here?"

"Oh, yeah," the bartender said as he shook a martini shaker. "Pretty lady." He noticed the glare Derek had just shot him and laughed. "Relax buddy. I've got a girlfriend. No, I did see her come in. She ordered a glass of Shiraz."

"Well, where did she go?" Derek asked impatiently, not particularly interested in what his Baby Girl had had to drink.

He jerked his thumb in the direction of the door to the street. "She left rather abruptly. She looked really upset."

Derek was bewildered. What the hell had gone wrong? He decided to interrogate the bartender to find out more on the disappearance of his girl. "Did someone upset her or harass her?"

The bartender tilted an eyebrow up. "Man, do I look like I would let someone do that?" he asked incredulously.

Rubbing his forehead, Derek said, "Sorry man, I'm just worried. I've got to go find her."

And then he started off in the direction of the hotel doors, trying to figure out where to look for Penelope.

It didn't take him very long.

Only a hundred feet away on a bench sat his Baby Girl. And she wasn't alone. She was leaning her head against the shoulder of a man who looked remarkably like Fin Tutuola. Feeling his gut drop, Derek stood and stared for a moment, pondering between beating the shit out of Fin, or retreating back into the hotel.

In the end, he decided on returning to the lounge to down a drink.

XXXXX

Penelope wondered around in front of the building for a few minutes before taking a walk around the block. In the end she was back in front of hotel, sitting down on a bench. Tears were sliding down her cheeks and her brain was racing. Her best friend, the man who'd sworn that she was always going to come before any of the women he had a date with, had forgotten her to sleep with someone. It hurt worse than anything she'd ever felt. Not just because he'd forgotten, but because she was so irrevocably in love with him. Watching him sleep with half of Quantico and now a beautiful New York City detective pierced her heart with an arrow-like pain.

"Penelope?"

Looking up, she saw Fin Tutuola walking in her direction. She furrowed her brow. "Fin," she said, wiping her eyes hurriedly. She wished she could have fixed her scraggly voice, but it couldn't be helped. "What are you doing over here?"

"I was on my way to meet a friend of mine at the bar two blocks that way," he explained, pointing down the sidewalk in the direction he was headed. He went to sit down next to her on the bench and studied her face. "You want to talk about whatever is making you upset?" he asked gently after a few moments of silence.

Laughing through her tears, she said, "I'm just a frickin' idiot. I don't know how I let myself fall into the same situation every single time." She sniffled.

"You know, I don't think you're an idiot," Fin said. "I think you're just caught up in a situation that neither of you know how to express yourselves in." It was clear he knew exactly who she was talking about. "I would recommend the two of you talking."

"See, that's how this evening was supposed to go," she explained. "But he –" She decided not to mention the woman he'd brought with him was Olivia. It would just make for an extremely awkward situation for Fin. " – brought a girl back. He forgot about me."

Fin smiled and put an arm around her shoulder. "Nah," he said optimistically. "I bet that girl didn't mean anything to him and that they were just talking."

"Pfft," she snorted. "You didn't see him. That was most definitely not the behavior Derek would exhibit with a girl he wasn't going to sleep with. I know my best friend. I know that look in his eye when he's about to…" She couldn't say it.

Sighing, Fin murmured, "It will be okay." He paused. "You know how I know that? 'Cause that guy loves you. He may not be able to say it yet, but he does."

This time Penelope sighed and leaned her head against Fin's shoulder. "I think I'm done for the night," she murmured.

XXXXX

Olivia arrived at the precinct to get ready to start the search of the area where Penelope had discovered the signal of the unsub's videos. She had a cup of coffee in her hand and met up with Elliot when she got to her desk.

"Morning Liv," he said with a yawn. "You ready for this search?"

She nodded. "I just hope we can catch this son of a bitch," she muttered. "You should have seen Derek's reaction to Jennifer Stanley's body…she looked just like Penelope. He ripped Franklin to pieces when we paid him a visit."

Elliot raised a brow at his partner. "You and Agent Morgan seem to be getting awfully friendly," he said. "What're you doing, helping him get the girl who so obviously loves him back?" He smirked.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Something of the sort," she muttered. "I did help him pick out a shirt to talk to her in last night. I have yet to hear how that conversation went."

"So what's the deal? You help him get his girl and he helps you get Agent Jareau?" His face had turned serious. Olivia was about to protest, but he laughed to interrupt her. "Seriously, you really think I wouldn't be able to tell?"

She was about to respond, but they were joined by Casey Novak. "Hey, you two," she said. "Make sure you conduct this by the book. And keep an eye on the team of FBI."

Olivia shook her head in confusion. "What?" she asked. "Why are we doing that?"

"I made a few calls," Casey clarified. "They have a tendency to get into some cases and break the rules. There have been several questionable incidents that could have gone wrong. And with this case we can't afford that. Just make sure they follow the warrant to a T." As she was finishing, Cragen was coming towards them with Hotch and Morgan. When they reached them, Olivia noticed that Derek looked absolutely miserable.

Something must have gone wrong with Penelope last night.

"Casey, this is Agent Aaron Hotchner, the BAU's unit chief and Agent Derek Morgan," Cragen said. "Agents, meet Casey Novak, our A.D.A."

Casey and Hotch shook hands while Derek merely nodded to her. "Nice to meet you," Hotch said. "We're ready to go as soon as the rest of the teams arrive," he said.

"Excellent," Casey said. "Agent, I hope you realize how important this is. Please play it by the book. This search is possibly our biggest lead in this case."

Derek fixed the prosecutor with a hard look and said, "We know exactly how to operate a warranted search, Ms. Novak. You have nothing to worry about."

There was an edge to his voice and Olivia was positive something had gone wrong.

"Good," Casey returned, her voice even with Derek's.

Hotch glanced at his watch. "We need to get ready to go now," he said. "Let's get moving."

As they started to separate to get ready for the impending search, Olivia went up to Derek's side. "Hey," she said. "You look mopey. What's going on? Did the conversation not go well for you guys?"

With a glare on his face, Derek was getting his bulletproof vest on and growled, "I never got to talk to her. She left the bar and I found her outside…your buddy Fin was there too."

Olivia arched a brow. "Fin was there?" That made little sense to her. "Were they –"

Derek shot her a look and snapped, "No! They were just sitting on a bench, but –" He stopped mid-sentence when he caught sight of Penelope coming into the precinct. "Olivia, I'll talk to you later," he said. "I've got something to do before we get on the road."

Somehow as she watched Derek walk towards Penelope with anger in his stride, she had a strange feeling that a downward spiral was about to begin.

XXXXX

"So, you just decided to get up and leave instead of waiting for me last night?"

Penelope looked up from her laptop and found a furious Derek standing in the doorway, his bulletproof vest already covering his body and an earpiece hooked up to his ear. She met his gaze with equal frostiness and snapped, "Hello to you too, Morgan."

Slamming the door shut behind himself, he did something she wouldn't have expected. He began to yell at her. "What the hell, Penelope! You just decided to completely bail on me? I looked for you for…" His voice paused, as if he were changing the story he was about to tell. Of course he had something to hide. He'd slept with another woman before apparently coming down to look for her. "You told me you would meet with me!"

Turning up the snark in her tone, she said coolly, "What's the big deal? It was just a conversation that we missed, it's not like we had anything important to discuss."

"Bullshit!" he thundered, his face darkening with rage. "And what was with running off? You know this unsub targets women who look just like you! It's not safe for you to be out on the streets!"

"Oh, please!" she laughed sarcastically. "I don't go to that fucking church. I'm nowhere near his hunting ground."

Derek pounded a fist down on the table. "Why didn't you meet me?" he hollered. There was pure, unadulterated anger written all over his face. His body language was very much that of a furious man ready for a vicious battle. "Was it because you were meeting fucking Tutuola? Hmm? Is that why?"

Now it was Penelope's turn to display her fury. She leapt to her feet and pointed an accusatory finger at him before screeching, "You have some nerve, Derek Morgan! I waited in that bar for you to get to that lounge and when you do finally show up in the hotel you brought a booty call with you!" There were tears swimming on the surface of her eyes that she refused to let fall. "So if anything, you were the one who forgot about us meeting up…at least until you were all finished up fucking Detective Benson!" She paused before adding, "And for your information, Fin found me on the bench. So instead of having a conversation with you I talked with him. He was there for me while you were up fucking the night away!"

His face hardened. "I did not, I repeat, did not sleep with Olivia that night," he growled dangerously. "Why would you think that?"

"I saw you two, Derek!" she cried. "The reason I left was because it was fairly clear what you had in store for the night. Booty call, then conversation with dead weight Garcia."

"I didn't sleep with anyone last night!" he yelled. Rubbing his face, he muttered, "The reason Olivia was there was because she was –" His voice broke off. He wasn't going to tell her he'd needed Olivia for fashion advice; his pride wouldn't let him. "She was helping me with something."

"Helping you with what?" she asked, her hands on her hips. A few tears had started trickling down her cheeks.

Before Derek could respond, Hotch thrust the door open to the room and said in his dangerously calm voice, "You two had better stop this behavior right now. You're making idiots of yourselves." Penelope wiped her eyes and Derek's jaw clenched. "Morgan, we're moving out now for the search. Garcia, be on standby for if we need you. Expect your calls for JJ or Reid because the two of you won't be speaking for the rest of the day unless you can do so civilly."

Derek grunted and stormed out of the room, not even looking at Penelope as he left. Hotch looked over at her and cocked an eyebrow at the tears in her eyes. "Are you going to be able to handle this right now, Garcia?" he asked gently. "If you can't, we'll call in another tech and then –"

"I've got this, Hotch," she said harshly. "Call me with your orders." Then she sat herself back down and recomposed herself, trying to pretend that nothing happened.