A/N not mine, I own nothing but the plot.

Visitor

Derek was at the luggage carousel waiting on Hank. He was picking him up. He smiled as he spotted his father's namesake. Hank was about two inches taller than him and looked a lot like his late grandfather, but his smile was pure Derek.

"Hey, Pop. It's been too long. I'm glad you finally came."

"I know how tough the first week with the FBI is, and how I wished to have someone with me. Let's not discuss that now, though. What are the big plans for this weekend,other than diner?"

"If I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

He shook his head and with a small smirk he followed his to son to the car. The drive took about thirty minutes. Derek became engrossed in the familiar sights. He didn't even notice the apartment building they pulled up too.

"Hank, what are we doing here?"

"This is where Mari lives. I promised we'd pick her up on the way to my house. Want to come up with me?

"Her place is wild. She has a beaded curtain to her bedroom and purple walls. It was like that when she moved in. She loved it so much that she refused to change it."

"I'll come up," Derek replied softly. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach, that he knew exactly which apartment they were going to. He froze at the steps where she had been shot.

"Pen..."

"Dad, are you alright?"

Derek shook his head to clear it and nodded. He knew that if he spoke in that moment, everything would come tumbling out. This was not the time or place. He needed to be there for his son. He took a deep breath and follow him to the very place that he had given his heart away.

They entered the apartment, and he was glad to find that isn't wasn't the one she had actually lived in. It was on the first floor instead. He felt relief flood through him. He chuckled a little when he saw that it was a different shade of purple, and the bead were in what seemed to be a macrame curtain.

"Mari, we're here." Hank called out. The woman that walked out surprised him. She was a short blonde, with curves and cat eye glasses. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he was seeing his Baby Girl all over again.

"Mr. Morgan, it's so good to finally meet you in person! Hank has told me so much about you, and I feel like I've known you forever," She said as she came up to him.

"Please, call me Derek. I'm happy to finally be meeting you as well."

Just then a little girl who couldn't be more than 8 years old came into view. She was eyeing him up.

"Who is this beautiful young lady?"

"This is Daisy, she is my best student. Her Mom is running a few minutes late picking her up. She just called and said she would be here any moment. She got caught up at work, something about a case she is working on."

"You don't mind watching her?"

"No, she is special to me. She is a gifted violinist. She's surpassed everything I can teach her, but we are learning together."

Daisy let out a small squeal when the door opened.

"I'm sorry, I'm late Mar...Derek." The shocked blonde stopped in her tracks.

"Baby Girl," he whispered softly.

"Dad, you know Mrs. Reid?"

He didn't answer his son. He couldn't help but stare at the woman. His best friend, a woman he hadn't spoken to in over two decades. He closed his eyes and his head rolled back on his shoulders. He wasn't ready for this.

"Hank, it's so nice to see you again. Mari, I need to hurry home. Spence is coming home tonight and I want to have the house cleaned up."

"Dad? What's going on? How do you know Penelope?"

"Hank, meet your godmother, Penelope, meet your godson."

They all stood there dumbfounded. Daisy began to hum loudly, catching the attention of her mother.

"It's okay baby, we're going home now.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, but I need to get her home. She's beginning to get upset. We'll see you all on Sunday."

Penelope and her daughter quickly left after saying goodbye. They all watched the door after she left, with Hank being the one to break the silence.

"I've know Aunt Pen since I've moved here and didn't even know it. How the hell does that even happen?" He asked his Dad.

"You've known her since you moved here?"

"Yeah, my car broke down one day and she pulled up behind me and asked if I needed help. She waited with me until the tow truck arrived and we went for hot chocolate. We've been friends ever since.

"She introduced me to Mari one night when we were going out for dinner and she needed to pick up Daisy. Her son Derek and I shoot hoops, we'll we did. Since he left college that will be few and far between. I guess I know where they got the name from."

"He told me that they named him after me and our friend Gideon. I was surprised to say the least." Derek told his son.

Their conversation ground to a halt as Mari came back in the room from getting her purse.

"Are we ready to head out for diner?" She asked.