AN: Thanks for reading! I do not own Criminal Minds or its characters!

Derek Morgan had made himself one promise when he decided to return to the BAU. Under no circumstances was he ever going to hurt her like that again. He'd tore his heart out for good last year and even if this meant reopening that wound daily, he would never hurt his baby girl again.

Needing to clear his head, he'd grabbed his keys and went driving with no destination in mind. Gripping the steering wheel he knew he was only blocks from her place. As if compelled, he found himself weaving his way closer to her apartment and cursing himself at every turn. For his former family, and mainly for her, he'd decided that this time he would keep his distance. He was ashamed of the decisions he'd made and ashamed of the man he'd become.

Finally deciding he would head home, he slowed to the left turn lane at the stoplight. Sighing frustratedly at himself, he gave himself over to temptation and peeked down the right side of the road. Three blocks downs, Penelope's apartment complex was lit in an endless parade of red and blue lights.

Without a second thought he cut off the car to the right, sped down the block, barely turned off his car, was halfway up the stairs.

"Morgan?" Hotch asked surprised.

Seeing where Hotch was standing, the pink protruding from the open apartment behind him, Morgan felt the rock hit his stomach.

"Is she okay?" he asked moving closer to the apartment.

"Yes," Hotch replied looking at his former friend as if contemplating what he should say.

"What happened? Where is she?" Morgan asked straining around Hotch to see into the apartment.

"She's fine," Hotch replied. "She's at a hotel for the night. We think someone broke in while she was at work."

"What? Why?"

"Look," Hotch said rubbing his temples. "I told you that if you came back to the BAU you had to be all in. Well, this, with Garcia, is another thing entirely. She's been going through some things, but she is well protected and taken care of. That being said right now one of the things I'm protecting her from is you and you know that. Unless you are prepared to go all in for her, I suggest you let us take care of this."

Derek felt like he'd been punched, but he couldn't deny the truth in Hotch words.

...

"JJ my love?" Penelope smiled peering over the cubicle to her desk.

"Yes?" She replied innocently

"Why is my to-go bag missing most of its contents?"

"Because the rest are in my guest room," JJ replied nonchalantly.

"Why?"

"I'm kidnapping you."

Penelope's face got red, "You are an FBI agent….you're not allowed to kidnap anyone!"

"Sure I can, I got the boss's permission. Besides you can't go home yet, they're still processing the scene and hotels are expensive."

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

Reid came by at that moment, "Debriefing in 5 guys. You okay Garcia?"

"Your apartment gets broken into once and everyone makes a fuss," she replied with a smile.

He half hugged her and the two girls followed him into the briefing room.

She wasn't surprised Derek was already in the room. Rossi was regaling him with stories of his grandson. On the surface, Derek seemed much the same, but it was the little things that Penelope found surprising. His face was a tad sunken in around his eyes and cheekbones as though he wasn't eating or sleeping like he used to. The biggest thing she noticed though was his guarded demeanor. In the past, he'd reminded her of great dane. Sure he was big and could look daunting, but you could always depend on him to be there for you, make you smile, and he always had a inviting welcomeness to his features. Now he reminded her of some jungle cat. Sure, he was still pretty to look at, but getting close to him was not advisable. For whatever reason though this didn't relieve her. She should have been angry and thankful he wanted distance, but seeing him like this only made her concerned.

"Good morning everyone," Hotch greeted entering the room. "Last night we saw the re-emergence of the UNSUB the papers have coined The Entrapment Killer. Penelope?"

Standing, she pulled up four women's photos and sent necessary information to each person's tablet. "About seventeen months ago this case first appeared after the body Rebecca Fields, age 30, was discovered in the quarry about an hour south of town. Her boyfriend, Darren Petersburg plead guilty last year for her murder. The night of his conviction, Kassandra Isaacs' body was left in that same quarry, she was 29 years old. Her boyfriend plead guilty 8 months ago. Another conviction, another body. Hayden Price, 32 years old. That's when we were first contacted and full search of the quarry was undertaken. Hidden away, posed in the same manner as the others, we discovered what we believe is the first victim, Melody Davis, age 30.

After full searches were conducted at all four women's residences it became clear that we were dealing with something far different from simple crimes of passion perpetrated by enraged boyfriends. Each victim had reported that they believed they were being stalked. Evidence recovered from the victims showed months of instances of the UNSUB stalking his victims, both collecting trophies from each girl and sending correspondence that suggested he believed he was in a relationship with each of them. Further the tapes found in the possession of each confessed suspect, were all shot at the same residence, never revealing the face of the attacker. After interviewing Darren Petersberg he confessed that he had received a letter and tape and was coerced into confessing."

Switching the screen to a single letter, she took a breath and continued. "Six months ago I received my first letter, complete with candid photographs of myself. The letters and 'gifts' have continued intermittently since, and last night he escalated by breaking into my apartment."

She switched the screen again, this time to the photograph of her bathroom mirror.

"Up until this moment," Hotch continued, "we've allowed the UNSUB to continue his game, hoping we could catch him before he targets anyone else, however with the escalation of breaking into her apartment we cannot engage him in this manner any further. Garcia is relocating temporarily until we can catch him."

"Yay for no longer being bait," Penelope joked hoping to alleviate the tension in the room.

"We are combing through the security cameras we've set up outside her apartment and are still processing the apartment for further clues. I want everyone to get reacquainted with this case and see if we can't find a new perspective and I want to reexamine the original profile against what we can discern from the correspondence he's sent thus far. We'll meet again at fifteen hundred and go over what we've found."

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