A/N: So glad everyone likes the story so much! Your support makes me want to find the time to write even though I'm crazy busy. So here we go!

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Derek jumped out of the SUV before it had fully come to a stop. "PENELOPE!" He was yelling as he got to the porch, slipping as his boots slid on a patch of slush.

"Shh! Quit yer yellin' boy! Yur girls asleep. Been through Hell that one has. You better treat her good." Jake leaned heavily on his cane, as he opened the door.

"Thank you. Thank you for finding her."

"Didn't find her. She found me. Saved herself. Tole me that Derek tole her what ta do."

Derek glanced down as he felt his eyes begin to water. "I…Still, Thank you for calling me. I…I've been lost without her." He paused and raised his head. "My name is Derek Morgan. I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. If there is ever anything I can do for you, please let me know." He motioned to Rossi and Reid. "These are Special Agents David Rossi and Dr. Spencer Reid. We are all incredibly fond of that lady you have inside."

Jake stepped aside, allowing Derek inside, with Rossi and Reid following. "Yur the one that gave her the ring?"

"Yes. I asked her to marry me a week ago. She was taken from me two days later."

"Treasure it. My Julia passed on four months ago. Still feels like yesterday. We had a good life. Raised two good boys and a daughter who has had me wrapped around her finger since day one. All the problems…they're worth it."

"I will. I'll spend every second of the rest of my life making up for leaving her alone, and for making her save herself."

Derek impatiently looked around him. "Where is she? I need to see her, please."

Jake nodded. "Put 'er in my room. Closest to the fire. Warmest place in the house. Door right off the living room."

Derek took off in the direction Jake pointed, determined to find his Baby Girl.

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"Emily, I want you to go talk to the shooter again. This time use the name Brian Flynn as leverage. See what you come up with." Hotch ordered after hanging up with Reid. "They've found Penelope. Derek, Rossi and Reid are on their way to get her now. We need to close this one."

Emily wiped the tears of happiness away with the back of her hand. "Should I push?"

"Take your cues from his body language. JJ and I will be behind the mirror, I will call you if we see things you miss. Make sure your phone is on."

"Sounds good. Let's do this."

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"Baby Girl. Oh, God. Look at you." Derek fell to his knees beside the bed where Penelope lay curled up. Tears streamed down his face as he took in the bruises around her wrists, arms and face. "Baby Girl… wake up. Penelope, It's Morgan, baby. C'mon, wake up and let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours, Mama."

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Penelope relaxed as her mind drifted in safety for the first time in almost a week. Distantly through the haze she could hear Morgan's voice. Her savior, her knight in dusty, sweat cloaked armor had ridden up on his black steed to save her from the demons in the night. She slowly opened her eyes, afraid it was a dream.

"Hey, Baby Girl. That's it. Oh, sweetheart, look at you. God, I've never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life." Morgan gently brushed her hair out of her face as he stared into his most beloved sight.

"Morgan? Derek, is you? I'm not dreaming?"

"No. You did it Baby Girl. You saved yourself and found a way back to me. I missed you so much!" Derek kissed her forehead, wanting desperately to hug her, but afraid of hurting her.

Penelope launched herself at Derek, hugging and kissing every patch of bare skin she could find.

"Wait! Baby Girl, I don't want to hurt you."

"The only way you're going to hurt me is if you stop holding me."

"Never again, Baby Girl. Never, ever again."

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"So far you have been remarkably uncooperative. We found your partner. Does the name Brian Flynn ring a bell to you?"

The shooter's eyes darted to the left quickly, then covered it, by nodding. "He's a local actor."

"He's a bit more than that."

"No. He's only an actor. Not a particularly good one at that."

Emily's phone rang. Hotch's voice rumbled low in her ears. "Keep pushing. He knows. We're going to find you everything we can on Brian Flynn."

Hotch looked quickly at JJ. "Go and talk to Mr. Flue again. See what you can find out about Brian Flynn…and his family."

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"I want to leave, Morgan. Take me back to our family, okay? I need to see my girls, and Boss man, and my genius and my Godfather. Please, Derek?"

Derek laughed quietly. "You know Rossi isn't gonna be happy if he ever hears you call him your Godfather, right?"

"He's Italian, and he used to have ties to the 'familia'. Too bad for him if he doesn't like it."

"What you want me to make you an offer you can't refuse, kid?" Rossi joked from the doorway.

"Oh, you're here! Is the rest of the team here too?" She looked at Derek quizzically.

"Just me, Garcia." Reid awkwardly stood behind Rossi.

"Oh…Reid. Come here!" She motioned him over, not letting go of Morgan's neck.

"Are you…okay?" He asked as he walked forward, taking in her bruises and scrapes that were visible.

"I am now. Seeing you… my family. I knew you'd find me."

"We'd never stop looking for you, kid. Never." Rossi intoned solemnly from the doorway.

Penelope smiled, sighed, and with one arm wrapped around Derek's neck and the other holding Reid's hand, she fell fast asleep again.

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"Baby Girl, you need to wake up, Sweet thing." Penelope woke slowly to the feel of Derek rubbing her back, murmuring in her ear. "We're at the hospital."

"Wait, hospital? Why? Derek, I want to see JJ and Emily and Hotch. I need to!"

"I know, Baby Girl, and you will, just as soon as a doctor checks you out. I don't like those bruises and cuts on your wrists. A doctor needs to check it out, as well as any other…injuries." He paused. "I'll be with you the whole time. Unless, well, unless you don't want me there."

"Derek, I'm okay. I have some bruises and scrapes and scratches. Almost all of them are from running away. They didn't hurt me. They didn't rape me. The guy holding me just kept telling me that I was a gift for someone. That he just had to keep me away from you guys long enough that his cousin could come and get me. I was a gift for him."

Derek hugged her tightly again. "Okay. But you still need to get checked out. I'm not taking no for an answer here Baby Girl, so leave it alone. I'll bring you to Hotch and JJ and Emily just as soon as the doctor finishes."

"Fine. But you owe me ice cream for this. Good stuff too… I want Ben and Jerry's." Penelope grumbled, hearing the resolution in his voice.

"I'll buy the whole factory for you, Baby Girl."

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"Mr. Flue, I have a few more questions for you about Brian Flynn."

"What do you need to know?" He asked tiredly.

"Tell me more about his family."

"He grew up a few miles from here, up in the woods. He lived off this split dirt road. Almost uninhabitable. It's thick forest up there, and the road looks more like an overgrown trail. They were poor. His mom died when he was just a couple of years old. His dad was..tough. Hard on him and Dylan."

"Dylan?"

"His younger brother. His dad definitely applied to the school of hard knocks. He believed in sparing the rod was spoiling the child. Beat them senseless for every infraction of the rules." He sighed. "Brian said his dad was old school, but that he taught them good lessons. I don't think Brian ever realized that his dad was abusive."

"What else can you tell me about Dylan?"

"Dylan? Phew… Dylan is a hard ass. Not cruel like his dad, but tough as nails. Had to be I guess, between growing up the way he did and going into the army. He was Special Forces- an Army Ranger. They said he was the team sniper, could hit the wings off a fly 100 yards away."

"What about extended family? Was there anyone who ever tried to help Brian and Dylan?"

"Brian's aunt came to live with them when he was 6. His mom's sister. She had a boy too, about the same age as Brian, I think he was 7. Brian said his Aunt Rachel was a blessing and a curse. Apparently, Rachel had an eye for men. It caused a lot of friction in the house. Brian's dad would fly into a rage over it. But when things were good, they were very good. Family vacations, outings, etc. But the problem was there was never any way of telling if it would be a good day or a bad day."

"What is his cousin's name?"

"Kevin."