With every step, he felt his heart quicken. The hall way seemed to be going for miles. He heard the nurse tell him that Penelope would be in ICU until she wakes up and then the doctor can determine her treatment. He kept his eye straight ahead following the small nurse to his Goddess's room. They stopped and he met the eyes of his nurse who told him this was her room. Looking through the glass and entering the doors was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. Entering the room, his heart plummeted to his stomach as he took in his baby girl's appearance.

She was hooked to countless wires. Her left arm had the IV wires hooked to her and he saw her pulse in the monitors. Her broken ankle was elevated and he saw some of her creamy ivory leg. He saw the bandages upon her legs that healed her scrapes and cuts. There was significant bruising along her legs and right arm from where she had landed. Her face was bandaged and her skin was far more pale than usual. Without a stitch of make up she possessed an innocence they don't see often in their line of work. Moving closer to her, his hand shook as he went to hold her left hand, the same hand he was afraid to hold after she had been shot by Battle. Swallowing he grasped her hand and felt the bandage that covered her damaged side. He breath was shaky as he leaned his face into the crevice that was between her head and her neck. Her hair still smelled like the sunshine and he felt his tears escape his eyes and fall onto her gown.

The nurse who had been checking her vitals watched the broken man in front of her and was stunned by the love emitting from him. In her field, it wasn't often that there is so much love and devotion. Families tend to get together in times of great celebration or tragedy in her experience. This couple seemed to break that theory. Though this woman was suffering, she knew that if she were to not make this that this could possibly end this man before her. Taking a breath, she said, "Mrs. Garcia is a lucky woman. From her chart it seems that she has cheated death twice. Lets hope for the best."

Derek lifted his head from the safety of his baby girl and nodded at the nurse. "Thank you."

"My name is Nurse Austin if you have any questions or concerns. We will take good care of your wife sir."

Nodding, he turned his attention back to his Penelope and sat in the chair beside her bed. Holding her hand, he gave his surrounding a once over before he looked back at her and broke down. "My Penelope, this wasn't supposed to happen to you. I promise from this moment on that I will make every day the best day of your life. I want you to know you have always had my heart, my spirit, and my happiness at your graceful fingertips. I need you to wake up baby girl. I promise I will settle down and scream my love for you from the top of the highest building in this world. We can go back to Chicago and spend a holiday with my family. We can talk about maybe reconnecting with yours in California. Maybe soon you can decide you want to be my wife and we can choose one of my properties here in Virginia to raise our family. Couldn't you see it? A little girl who looks just like you. A little boy who has your smirk. Get Clooney a new friend to play with. We can have this, but you need to wake up baby. Please don't leave me. I love you, Penelope Garcia, please don't leave me." Derek felt himself grow drowsy and he placed his head beside her on the bed and found himself falling asleep rather quickly. His grip didn't loosen from his Goddess's hand, but he hoped he could dream of their future.

Spencer pulled up the gated apartment complex and took a deep breath wondering if this was the best decision. He had never been one to be in the dating scene and didn't want to risk hurting her or getting hurt. When he noticed flashing lights of waiting cars behind him, he took a breath and dialed the four digit code to open the old gate. Looking for apartment 23B, he found the 23 structure and parked somewhat close. He felt bad for not having flowers or chocolate for her, but he really didn't know if she liked those things. He didn't know much about Rebecca really other than she was the beautiful waitress who serves him delicious breakfast and a smile who wasn't quite sure what she wanted in life but was saving money to travel to Australia for a bit to maybe find some answers. Taking a breath and putting on his purple scarf, Reid exited his vehicle and made his way to her apartment.

Rebecca was talented in many forms. She didn't want to be bound to one area of expertise at her age. She was young and was finding herself. She had earned her certificate in massage therapy 7 months ago and had missed practicing her light craft. Remembering the hurt and tension in Spencer's eyes, she set up the living room with candles and oils as she prepared the bed for his arrival.

Pacing in front of the door slightly, Reid debating turning around but he clumsily knocked over a plant and it rolled and shattered down her brick stairway. Rebecca, hearing the noise, opened the door to meet an adorable yet flustered Doctor Spencer Reid. Smirking, she said, "Why Doc, won't you come in?"

Awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets, he entered her apartment and picked up on the pictures of her family and friends she had on her walls. None of her color schemes seemed to be consistent. Breathing in the smells of vanillas and lavenders, he felt his body relax as she removed his coat and scarf from him and placed them in the front closet. "I always loved you in purple, doc."

He laughed nervously as he took in the scene of candles, a massage bed and what appeared to be oils. Looking at her quizzically, he asked, "Um, Rebecca, what's going on here?"

"I am a person who is in tune with people's emotions. When I saw you today I felt your nervousness, your worry, your anger, your frustration and your pain." She slowly moved Spencer to the bed and sat him down onto the table and began untying his purple tie. "If you let me," she brushed a kiss upon his left cheek, "I can ease your tension and your pain. Maybe you can have a night's sleep not plagued with the demons I know haunt you."

Meeting her chocolate eyes, he only found genuine concern and desire to help him. "Becca..."

Kissing him on his other cheek, she moved her hands down and began unbuttoning his shirt. Placing delicate kisses upon his nervous chest as she opened his shirt, she placed a ghostly present kiss upon his lips and demanded he lay on his back. Without much argument from him, he laid on his back enjoyed the sound of her breathing. She was focused on what appeared to be massage oils and smirked as she tapped her foot wildly while she made a decision. Rubbing her hands together to warm the oil, she started applying pressure to his tense and unforgiving muscles. "Shhh... relax for me, Doc. Enjoy the ride."

The massage sent him into a peace he hadn't felt for years. The oils she used smelled of pineapple and coconut. It took him back to the smells of Miami when they had to deal with the case of Adam. He began remembering how tough the case was on him and he felt his mind being pulled in a multitude of directions.

Rebecca sensed that he was becoming alert and she moved her hands through his messy hair and gripped the roots to ease the tensions in his mind. "Relax Spencer. Its just you and me tonight. Just breathe. No one can hurt you now."

Taking a calm breath, he allowed himself the selfish pleasure of enjoying Rebecca's hands on his body. They were healing the very core of him and he felt himself being taken away with ease that had been foreign to his young mind.

After an hour of absorbing his tension and pain, Rebecca grew weary. She heard a slight snore and she chuckled. They always called her magic hands in school. "Doc, you awake?" No response. She moved to wash her hands and knew he would be safe and unconscious for a while. She went to her bedroom and made the bed nice and neat. Her orange and black stripped cat, Kitty, was sleeping on her pillow and she shooed her away. The cat gave her a grumpy look but moved toward the kitchen obediently. Rebecca changed the pillow case and set a glass of water by the night stand. She returned to Spencer and carefully began leading him to her bed. She took off his shoes and socks and nervously removed his pants and was struck with laughter to finding Goofy boxers beneath his slacks. It eased her heart to know he still possessed a childlike innocence she had believe he lost through his job. He mumbled to himself and carefully breathed into her pillow. She gave him a kind smile and a feather light kiss upon his lips while covering his now warm body. "Good night Spencer." Rebecca walked out of her room and closed the door making her way to her squeaky yet comfortable green couch and passed out to the smells of vanilla, coconut and Spencer.

Hotch pulled up to Emily's apartment and took a deep breath before turning off the ignition. Emily looked at him with concerned eyes and asked, "Have you called Jack?"

"It's three in the morning, I don't want to wake him now." He said with his typical low voice.

Nodding, she moved to leave the vehicle when he gripped her left hand tightly, "Please, can I come up. I really don't want to be alone tonight."

Emily smiled and gave him a quick yet passionate kiss. Leaving the moment she smiled and said, "Give me five minutes to pack and I will follow you in my car to your place. Your bed is softer than mine."

"Why your own car?" he asked looking at her with amused yet curious eyes.

"Do you really want JJ, Rossi and Reid asking where my car is tomorrow morning when they arrive at your place and Im already there?" When she saw his smirking face she laughed and exited the vehicle knowing that once again she was right. That fact annoyed him to no end, but seeing his Emily smile ease his heart so much tonight.

While he waited for Emily, he took out his recorder and began replaying the interrogation of Paul Tymes: The heart of the system shall crumble and chaos will ensue. There is no action without purpose, no hope without light. One must stab the heart of the lion in order to achieve victory of their enemy, especially an enemy who uses unnatural weapons of Satan to achieve their means. The children of the right will always produce the desires of their fathers.

The desire of their fathers...

Hotch moved to his note pad and wrote down notes that hopefully would ease their investigation and catch their unsub. As he watched Emily lock up her apartment for the evening, he knew that 9 AM wouldn't come soon enough.