A/N: Story is winding down. Thanks to all my readers & reviewers.

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"Penelope, you know we need to talk about what happened." Morgan quietly said as Rossi piloted the SUV out of the hospital parking lot.

"But I don't know anything! He hit me from behind. The next thing I know, I wake up and I'm tied to a bed, and being told that I won't be harmed. That I'm a present for someone. I never saw his face or even heard his voice. He always wore one of those Scream masks and used a voice changer."

"Did he ever say anything, make any conversation?"

"no, well yeah, I guess so. He talked about growing up with his brother and cousin. Said his brother was a military genius…a sniper, maybe? And his cousin is an expert on the computer." Penelope sniffed a bit at the thought of someone else being better than her on the computer.

Derek grinned. "I'm sure his cousin is chum compared to the future Mrs. Morgan."

She sighed, rolled her rung on her finger and cuddled closer. "The ring kept me closer to you. It made me remember what I had waiting for me."

Derek cuddled her even closer, pulling her onto his lap. "I'm so sorry I couldn't find you. That I left you when you'd asked me to be careful. It will never, ever happen again. I wanted to die when I saw that picture." He swallowed hard. "I almost did, except Reid stopped me." He paused to kiss her forehead again. "Baby Girl, I…I am so proud of you. You did so good. I love you, Penelope Garcia."

Penelope openly cried, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Derek…I love you too. The thought of you kept me sane. I knew you'd find me eventually. I just got impatient."

Derek laughed. "Well thank God for that at least. You got impatient, and I got my Baby Girl back quicker."

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Emily walked back into the interrogation room. "Dylan Flynn."

The shooter looked up with a look of interest in his eyes.

"That is your name. You see, we've found your brother. And we also have found Ms. Garcia. She's on her way here now. This is your last chance to tell us what we want to know."

"Brothers….Aristotle once said 'Cruel is the strife of brothers.' We are all brothers. Brothers in war, brothers in arms. It is the thing that holds men together; a brotherhood."

"I'm not talking about your brothers in arms. I know you have a brother, Mr. Flynn. We have found Brian. We know he took Ms. Garcia. What we don't know is why. Tell us why Mr. Flynn, and maybe the courts will go easy on you. If not, you are going to be charged with two counts of attempted murder of a federal agent. That's dual lifetime sentences."

The shooter stared long and hard at Emily. "I would like to see my lawyer now."

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"He lawyered up? Now? After 7 days he lawyers up? What the Hell?" Derek growled at Hotch.

"Derek, we have to do this by the book. We have him. We just need more info from him." Hotch looked down at the again sleeping Penelope, cradled in Derek's arms. "Is she okay?"

"Scrapes, bumps, bruises, not to mention some emotional stuff I know she's trying to hide. But she was lucky. No sexual trauma" His voice broke as he cleared his throat. "No sexual trauma, no permanent scarring. Most of her injuries she got during her escape. She'd started to get a slight case of frostbite in her little toes, so they want me to watch it, and she's extremely tired, but other than that, she's fine."

"You should take her to the hotel."

Rossi laughed aloud. "Have you ever tried to make Garcia go somewhere she didn't want to go? She needed to see her team. We gave in."

Hotch smiled. "I wouldn't want to make her wait any longer then. I'll go get Emily and JJ."

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"Garcie!" JJ rushed over to Morgan and Garcia, hugging her tightly.

"Oh, Jayje! Oh, it's so good to see you!" Penelope leapt out of Morgan's lap, fiercely returning JJ's hug.

Emily stood a few feet away, tears of happiness in her eyes. Reid looked up at her. "You okay, Emily?"

She nodded, wiping the tears away. "I just realized how all of you felt when I came back after everything with Doyle. You thought you'd lost me forever, and when I came back, you were relieved and happy and sad and stunned all at the same time. I've never had that rush of emotions before. It's unnerving."

Reid nodded. "We missed you, Emily. We… I had prayed so many times for it to be a dream, that you weren't really dead. Then you walked into the BAU room and it was like all my prayers had been answered. I knew miracles existed. Science couldn't prove it, only people. I know I was angry after, but for a few moments, all I could feel was relief and this…exultant thankfulness."

"Reid, I'm sor…"

"Don't apologize anymore, Emily. It's okay. We are okay now." He nodded towards JJ and Garcia. "They need you right now. Don't worry about me."

Emily hugged Reid quickly, then walked over to JJ and Garcia. "Room for another person in his hug?" She asked quickly.

"For you? Always!" Garcia opened their circle to expand one person bigger.

Penelope looked around the room, watching her team carefully. Rossi stood to one side, hand resting comfortably on his hip holster, as he watched the girls hug, almost fatherly. Hotch was to her right, guarding the trio from the curious gazes outside the conference room window. Reid was standing awkwardly beside Morgan, head down to protect his emotions from view. JJ and Emily were clutching her tightly, not letting go of their friend now that they had her back. And then there was Derek. Derek stood just a foot away, body tense with the need to protect, eyes steadily on her and her alone, watching her reconnect with her sisters. Suddenly Penelope realized that she may not be in her cozy apartment, or in Derek's warm home with Clooney's wet nose snuggled into her, but she was home. As long as she had her team, she was home.