Hotch walked through the department doors and saw Rossi and Prentiss in a heated conversation. He could tell that they were trying for progress but success was limited. He moved into the room and his presence demanded attention. "What have you got?"
Rossi stood up before Emily could let a word escape her. "We have come to a list of fourteen offspring of the leaders. We can eliminate six persons because they are minors and no minor can be in the federal building after 1800 hours."
"We can eliminate two more members because because they are decease, one from a fire and the other from a car accident," Prentiss said, checking off their list.
"We can eliminate three more because they are students in out of state schools."
"So that leaves us five possible unsubs?" Hotch asked.
"We have also come to the conclusion that this isn't one person's work. There is no way one person could have leaves all the clues in the sequence of time to confirm this operation." Emily said looking at the suspects.
"Do you know if these people even associate with one another?" Hotch asked.
"We are trying to make the connections now. Fortunately, two members are engaged, so that creates a positive connection."
"Good work you two." He said taking a seat between Rossi and Prentiss. "Who are these people?"
"Dennis Sylva, 24 years old, graduated with a Bachelors Degree in International Relations. He worked for the Hilton hotel chain until recently and sold his apartment and car in September 2009." Rossi explained.
"Jayne Torres, 26 years old, graduated with an AA degree and was working as a dental assistant in Houston, Texas until July 2009 where, like Sylva, sold her properties and left her husband, Daniel Wilson, and their daughter, Christy." Emily said, placing her photo beside Dennis.
"Paul Tymes II, 19 years old, seems to be following his old man's footsteps. Worked as a mechanic from age 15 to 19 and has been known to be a state known religious fanatic expressing society's sinful dependance on technology and the devil. His mother and Paul Tymes' first wife, Janice Tymes, died in an electrical fire in 1996. Tymes II has been most recently viewed in lectures on youtube."
"Kyle Burns, 23 years old, degree in religion and politics. He had an internship at the capitol in 2004 but left without reason October 2005. He has very little financial trails following him the past five years. He is engaged and has one son, Paul Burns, 3 years old."
"And now the fiancee," Emily put down the last folder, "Diana Torres, 19 years old. Dropped out of high school at the age of 16. Last worked at Walmart in Charleston but quit in September 2009. Child Protective Services have visited her and Kyle about Paul on several occasions but continue having custody of the child. Torres is also the sister of Jayne."
"Looking at the descriptions, I would predict that Paul or Kyle are the leaders of this new generation of anti-technology terrorists." Hotch said looking at the brief profiles. "Have you been in contact with any of these people?"
"No, we waited for you," Emily said studying the photos in front of her.
"I want you to interview each of these people and see if any are easy to crack. Tymes admitted that the next generation would have motive and passion for action. Lets see if they followed through on that threat. Rossi, you need to head to the hospital at around 245 to relieve Spencer of his shift."
"Yes, Hotch," Rossi said dialing the phone.
Before Hotch could leave to call JJ for a status report on local, state and federal relations as well as an update on Garcia's condition, Emily pulled him into a closet and looked at him with curious eyes. "Any news about Garcia?" she asked quickly.
"No, I was just about to call JJ and see how her visit went."
"You believe she will make it past this, right?" she said, her eyes welling up.
"I want to believe so," he said sadly. "I really do."
Nodding her head, she said, "Let me know if you hear anything from JJ and if I need to bring anything before my shift. I want to come prepared."
Moving to move the hair behind her ear, he replied, "You always do."
"Don't," she said stilling his movements.
"Don't what?" he asked.
"Don't try to get close. We need to catch these unsubs."
"Emily, you have me in a closet in Quantico's police station," he informed her with humor in his voice.
"Even so," she said straightening herself out, "We need to find these guys before they attack again."
"Please be careful," he asked looking into her eye in the dark.
Glaring at him, she asked him heatedly, "My safety is now a priority of yours Agent Hotchner? Is that why I am doing this research work? So I am not in the field?"
"You're here because David is computer illiterate and I trust that you will gather the most helpful information from this data source." He said calmly.
Shaken by his prepared and rather believable answer, she glanced down and whispered, "Oh."
"Did you want a different response?" he asked studying her expressions.
"I don't know whether I believe you or not," she responded.
Before he could argue his position, his phone rang and he saw JJ's name flash ahead. "I need to answer her," he said sadly.
"Go," she said not meeting his eyes.
Without a word, he left her in the closet, she embarrassed and more confused than ever.
"I love you, Baby Girl."
"Red Delicious, come back to me."
"Goddess, I need you."
"I wanna have a family with you Penelope Garcia. Come back to your man."
"I am in love with you."
"Come back to me."
"Wake up for me, beautiful."
"Your smile makes my world alright. Wake up for me, baby girl."
"Baby girl... Baby Girl..."
"Derek?" Penelope croaked, turning her head to the side, cringing from unbelievable pain and discomfort. "Derek?"
"Nurse Austin, page Mr. Garcia immediately!" Doctor Ford ordered, checking her patient's vitals. "Penelope, I am Doctor Ford. Can you please tell me what year it is."
"2010."
"Who is the president of the United States?"
"Barack Obama."
"Where do you live?"
"Quantico, Virginia."
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"An explosion. Oh God, where's Derek? Is he okay?" She asked panicked.
"Mrs. Garcia, I need you to stay calm. Your husband is fine. He just went to get food after we ordered him to leave your side for your check up. You are a very loved woman Penelope Garcia."
Confused, Penelope took a look at herself and gasped in horror. A cast covered her right foot and she smirked when she noticed a large "Hot Stuff" written across the top. She noticed the bandage to her side and the cuts and bruises upon her body. She was thankful she didn't have a mirror because she knew there would be damage to her face.
After checking her vitals, Doctor Ford looked at her patient and gave her a smile. "Mrs. Garcia, I am going to let you in on a secret. In my line of work, witnessing true love and devotion is rare. However, from how your husband looks at you, I can tell you will last. I have only seen one other love that can match this, and it is how my James looks at me. Now, I am going to return to check your side, which is the injury I am most concerned with. We are also going to test another sample of your blood to check for a rising of infections."
"Thank you Doctor." Penelope said, holding onto her blanket tightly.
Morgan and Reid were in the cafeteria tearing away at their Subway sandwiches. Morgan had attempted to tease Reid about Rebecca, but found his eyes looking at the clock every two minutes awaiting when he could return to Pen's room. He couldn't shake his last dream from his focus. He felt so right holding Penelope in his arms, smelling the warm candles and bath water and drinking the ever rich red wine. Her eyes sparkled with love for him and he realized that they were married for 15 year in his dream. Long past 2025. He wanted that life more than anything. He wanted that future with his baby girl.
Spencer took in his brother's movements and decided to comment on his behavior. "You know, Rebecca asked me something interesting last night."
"What was that? Are you a virgin?" Morgan asked with a smirk.
Ignoring his comment, Reid continued, "After I told her Penelope was injured in the explosion, she asked me how you were handling the situation. Now, I had to ask myself, why would she ask me how you were handling what happened to her? I know you are her best friend, but she asked with the assumption that something ran much deep between my best friends."
Morgan nodded and took a large bite of his sub. "Well, that is an easy question to answer. Its because I love her."
Choking on his chips, Reid chased it down with a deep swallow of Dr Pepper. "You what?"
"I love Penelope Garcia. I think I always have. I pray that I haven't lost this chance with my baby girl." Before he continued his train of thought, he felt a vibration in his pocket and saw the page text from the nurses station. Feeling himself pale, he looked at Spencer and said, "Its the nurses station, there's something wrong with Pen." Leaping from his seat, he fled the cafeteria and started toward the ICU four floors above them.
Spencer looked at the mess in front of him and cleaned up quickly. As he walked quickly to meet up with his determine friend, he text Rebecca: There is something happening to Garcia. Will call soon.
When the elevator took too long, Derek bounded up the stairs, his heart racing and breaking at the same time. Her check up was standard procedure. What could have gone wrong? Did she lose her fight to be with him? Did she fight too long? He felt the tears sting his eyes and wiped them away violently pushing through the 17th floor.
Nurse Austin looked up from her computer when she heard the banging noise and fierce steps and saw Mr. Garcia breathing heavily. As she cried out, "Mr. Garcia!" he ran right passed her and bounded toward Penelope's room at the end of the hall.
Derek swallowed painfully as he made it to her room and was surprised to see her brown eyes staring up at his heartbroken demeanor. She gave him a tired knowing smile as he stood frozen in fear and disbelief.
"Good Morning, Hot Stuff," is all she could say to him as she felt the tears fill her eyes as she watched the man she loved stand there defeated and unsure.
Stepping toward her timidly, he moved closer to her bed. She rubbed the area beside her for him to sit beside her. As he sat beside her, she took his hand in hers and kissed it softly. Breaking down completely, he gathered her into his arms and held her tightly. His head pressed into her shoulder and he cried out of relief, pain and gratitude. "Im here, handsome. Im here," she whispered kissing his temple, hoping to calm his shaking sobs. "Im not going anywhere Derek. Im right here," she continued whispering to him, tears of love and awe falling from her eyes.
"Don't you leave me," he said, looking deep into her eyes. He wiped away her tears that he knew were mixed with his and pressed a quick kiss upon her lips. "Don't you leave me, Penelope Garcia."
"Never, mon cher," she whispered, surprised by his sudden affection. "Your baby girl isn't leaving you. I promise."