"Derek?" She was too afraid to walk over to him.
He shot his head up to look at her as his hand balled the note. "When did you get this?" He spat out threw clenched teeth.
"When I got into the office it was delivered to me." She knew his emotions were going haywire right now. Hell so were hers; she was the one the letter was addressed to, she was the one who watched the love of her life broadcast his deepest secret.
"Were you going to show me? Did you tell the team?"
"I was… I was… Derek? Why are you so angry with me? I went into Hotch's office and HE was the one that told me you were not even coming into the office today. So raced back here to try and help you. I'm trying to comfort you but you're pulling away form me. The letter rattled me to my bones, Derek. He knows where I work, and he's threaten you threw me." She didn't know why she was angry but she was.
"Were you even going to tell me?" He said once more a little louder.
She had never seen this side of him. He was so angry so raw with emotion. "Yes, after I made sure you were okay this morning. When I came in here I had to deal with this." She motioned to his hand.
"You don't have to deal with me. I can take care of myself." He was cracking. He outted himself on national TV, his girlfriend, who had was about to ask to be his fiancée had just gotten a letter treating her and it was all his fault. He needed to clear his head. "I'm going out. Stay here! And for once in your fucking life listen to me. I'm going to call the team to meet you and we can deal with this shit." He said throwing the note onto the bed.
She felt like she had been punched in the gut. Why was he treating her like this? She was the one that got he note not him. Her life was being threatened. She watched ash he stormed out of their room. She heard him running down the stairs. Hearing the door slam made her jump.
She sat on their bed sobbing. This wasn't supposed to be like this, she always knew loving Derek was going to be a challenge but she never thought it was going to be this hard.
She removed her work clothes and opted for something comfortable as she waited for the team to arrive. She knew Derek just needed a couple of hours to cool off. He was going a million miles and hour right now. Still, it hurt to be treated the way he was treating her. She always listened to everything he said. She would never willingly disobey him in any form.
There was a knock at the door. She figured the team had gotten to her house. She sighed as she walked over to answer the door. She didn't look in the peephole knowing it would be her team.
She barely had the door open when it flung the rest of the way open causing her to fall backwards. "It's time, Bitch."
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"Morgan where the hell are you? You called us over to your house saying it was an emergency and you're not even here to open the damn door." Hotch's voice came over Morgan's cell phone.
He stopped his frantic running when he heard the call. "What are you talking about?"
"We are waiting outside for you. We thought you or Garcia would at least be in the house to let us in."
Panic ran threw Morgan's body. "What do you mean she's not there? I told her not to leave."
"Morgan we have been ringing the doorbell for 10 minutes."
"I'm on my way." Morgan never ran as fast as he was at that moment. He needed to get back to his house. He knew he was wrong to be so cross with Penelope but he needed clear his head. She wouldn't have just left.
When he made it to the driveway he saw his team waiting outside for him. He ran past all of them opening the door to his house.
He flew open the door only to drop to his knees. There had been a struggle; there was no mistaking that. The coffee table was pushed over there were pillows everywhere, lamps pushed over. "Oh God" He screamed. He jumped off of his knees in search for her. When he reached their bedroom there was a new note lying onto of the sheets.
Next time don't leave what you feel is preciousness all by herself…