Morgan glanced down at his baby girl who was smiling brightly into his brown eyes. He smiled down at her and took her lips into his and grinned when she touched his face feeling the ring upon her finger. He was beaming as he realized that they took another step forward into their life together.
Penelope was filled with love and devotion in this moment. Her Prince had asked her to be his princess and, if she could, she would have yelled yes from the highest tower. When she looked into his eyes, she saw his love, his adoration and his warmth. However, she also detected a sense of reality that neither of them were ready to have yet. "Baby, what is it?" she asked touching his face.
Derek sighed and motioned to the window. She turned and saw the serious face of Hotch and she felt the blood drain from her face.
Derek noticed her heart monitor start to race and looked at her with concerned eyes. He grew panicked when she saw her shaking, tears filling her eyes and her moving to take the ring off her finger. "Pen, what are you doing?"
"Derek, I understand if you want to keep us a secret for a while. We can plan the engagement privately and not make any moves until Strauss clears us. I am willing to relocate..."
"Baby Girl, close your trap for one minute and don't you dare touch that ring. Understand me?" He said with a quiet anger.
Her eyes widened when she saw the anger, hurt and confusion in his eyes. He gripped her hand tightly and touched her face, she automatically leaning into his touch. "Firstly, I am not ashamed of us. I want them to know we are together. Taking off that ring would kill me baby girl. I hope you like it, because it is never coming off. Secondly, I think Hotch wants to update us on the case. That is the only reason I motioned to the window. Now, all I want from you sexiness is a kiss and a promise that you won't doubt my love for you again. I can't take seeing your tears, especially if they are caused by what you think of me."
She nodded, looking down at her hands and he pushed her hair back and forced her to look at him. "I am in love with you, Penelope Garcia and I am counting the moments until you are mine forever."
Penelope smiled and kissed him deeply. "I have always been yours, hot stuff. Now our sexy time will be legal," she said with a smirk.
"Woman..." he said in a warning tone.
"Go," she said pushing him off her bed. "Go to Hotch. Once the meeting is over, come to me before you leave me to save the world."
"Woman, Im not going anywhere," he said stubbornly.
She raised her eyebrow and continued, "Derek Morgan, you know you are the best field agent I know. You can't expect Hotch to let you sit with me in a hospital when we can all find better uses of your time."
"But..."
"But nothing honey bunny. Now leave me or you get no lovin," she said with a smile.
He rolled her eyes and leaned in to kiss her but only got her cheek. He growled as he walked out of the room only to see her wink at him through his peripheral vision.
Rebecca's head was spinning out of control. The poison was effectively heating her body, her heart racing and her mind out of control. She kept her mind focused on Spencer, praying that he would find her or at least be safe away from these freaks. She moaned as she felt blood slide down her neck from one of her latest wounds. Her throat felt as dry as the sahara and the cuts from her binds were becoming itchy scabs.
She heard movement from outside the tent and instantly silenced her movements. She didn't want to be found awake by her captors. She didn't know how much more she could take.
The man who took her stepped into the tent, his eyes filled with anger and tears. Attempting to extend an olive branch of sorts, she asked quietly, "What's wrong?"
He began pacing around the tent and he looked at his prisoner. Knowing she wouldn't know this information for long, he told her, "My son as been announced dead along with many of the young generation."
Groaning, Rebecca rolled her head down and said, "Im sorry to hear that. What happened."
He looked up at the top of the tent and began cutting a circular hole at the top. "Apparently, the devil's minions watched as my son sacrificed himself to the cause. He wouldn't give the devil the satisfaction of claiming his soul."
Rebecca grew nervous as he began touching her hair. "Your hair is lovely," he said. He took a deep breath of her and smiled. "Sunshine and blood, very much like my first wife."
Rebecca felt the vomit rise to her throat and her knees begin to shake. Paul began touching her face, through the blood and the dirt and rubbed against her wounds. "Your eyes remind me of her. Full of the devil's spirit."
She swallowed as he smiled down at her with evil written upon his features. "What was her name?" she asked with her voice full of tears.
"Sydney," he said.
"Beautiful," she whispered, hoping he would stop looking at her and touching her.
He grew angry and slapped her hard, making her draw blood. "No! She was a filthy whore! A whore who gave into the devil's advances and opened her mind, heart and legs to him. She walked away from the Lord when she accepted his minion's embrace."
Rebecca let the tears she had been trying to hide fall down her face and couldn't control her body. She threw up, her vomit green and foamy. She grew nervous as she noticed spots of blood and wondered if she was really dying.
"Yes! Yes! Expel the devil from you, darling! Diana, watch as she expels the devil from her!"
Diana came into the tent and smiled brightly at the prisoner. "Praise him! Praise this conversion!" Diana moved toward Paul and kissed him deeply, as if it was a ritual bond. Rebecca was disgusted as these people looked at each other not with love but with hunger as they watched her sickness. "Spencer," she moaned.
Diana grew angry and slapped Rebecca again. "Do not cry to the mind of the devil! For he will take your soul!"
As Rebecca slipped into unconsciousness once again, she heard Paul tell Diana to lure Spencer to them and she prayed with all her might that Spencer wouldn't follow their trap.
Derek moved to the waiting room where he saw his team all in one piece. He smiled at JJ and Rossi's knowing eyes and his expression turned to concerned as he noticed Reid fidgeting and glancing at the clock. "What's wrong with you, kid?" he asked.
Hotch stepped forward before Reid could answer and said, "There have been new developments."
"Like what?"
"We were able to stop the bombings. However all our suspects but one are dead. Diana Torres was released on bail about six hours ago and Paul Tymes was released on bail 18 hours ago."
"How did we miss this?" he asked.
"We were focused on disabling the bombs. We were relying on police information to update us on court proceedings, but it seems that that was an error."
"Why do you say that? We stopped the bombings. Tymes and Torres will wait for their court dates. This should be over."
"They have Rebecca," Spencer said finally adding a voice to the conversation.
Derek's eyes grew wide and he looked at his young friend, seeing the similar concern and pain he had been in just hours before. He stepped forward and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, giving him a firm shake. "We will find her kid. I promise you we will."
Spencer only nodded glancing at the clock once again.
Emily stepped forward and asked, "How's Pen?"
Derek sighed and said, "Better. We almost lost her while you were gone. Apparently they missed a piece of metal that had pierced her kidney and she was rushed into emergency surgery. After another 4 hours procedure, she was given the okay and now she is in for a long yet painful recovery."
JJ felt tears roll down her face as leaned her head upon Emily's shoulder as she gave her a sisterly embrace. "Can she handle visitors?" she asked.
He nodded and said, "She woke up about fifteen minutes ago, so I can imagine she will want to chat away. We can't let her have too much excitement, though. Doctor Ford is concerned with how many times they have had to revive her. We don't want to put too many demands on her heart."
"Now, you wouldn't be causing our favorite tech analyst to forego any unnecessary cardiovascular activity in our absence would you, Agent Morgan?" Rossi teased.
Derek rolled his eyes and smiled, "Trust me, that woman is causing enough trouble for the both of us on her own! I swear if Nurse Austin or Doctor Ford come back to her room with knowing looks one more time, I am going just check her out of her and take care of her myself!"
"Nurse Morgan, seems very fitting," Emily said with a smile.
"Would you be wearing an apron?" JJ asked with a smirk.
"I would want a lolipop," Emily said looking at JJ for agreement.
"I want character band aids. Personally, I want Transformers. Can you do that, Nurse Morgan?" Rossi asked with a smile.
"Can we focus on the case please?" Spencer asked, killing the mood and bringing their focus back on saving Rebecca.
The room grew quiet as they observed their nervous yet angry profiler. He looked like a bird trapped due to a broken wing. He had done so much for all of them over the years, they wanted to help him now.
"Okay, Reid. We'll focus," Hotch said, giving him a knowing smile.
"Can I stay with Pen?" JJ asked. "You all would be better out in the field than me, and I can stay and keep her company."
Derek moved to object, but remembered his Baby Girl's threat and kept his mouth shut. Hotch nodded at the blonde team mate and looked at Morgan with a knowing small smile. "Say good bye to her and tell her to rest. Once we find Rebecca, we will be able to return to square one."
The team nodded and looked at the clock. It had been 53 minutes since Rebecca called Spencer. They now were moving with a new purpose, to find their new victim.