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Here's the 3rd chapter! Most of you hardcore CM fans will know this, but I made the case up that is referenced to in here. Thank you for the reviews so far everyone :)

A chill of fear ran up Penelope's spine as she looked at the hidden lockbox she'd unearthed. What had she gotten herself into? Who was Jackson really and was he merely with her to get to Derek? She pulled the articles out, dated three years ago. They were about a case that had taken place in a small town in New Mexico and involved a serial rapist who killed his victims when he was finished with them. Se specifically remembered the thirteen year old girl the man had rushed at and Derek had shot him in the chest. His name had been Henry Talbot.

Covering her mouth to keep a gasp in, she heard Jackson returning from his run. "Penelope?" he called. "You awake still?"

Grasping the box in her arms, she went into the bedroom again where Jackson was changing. He turned around to smile, but his face fell as soon as he saw the box in her hands.

"What is this?" she choked through gritted teeth. Jackson kept his eyes trained down on the ground as if ashamed and she repeated herself. "What the hell is this?" Her voice had raised several decibels and she dumped the contents of the box out onto the bed. He remained silent. "Answer me!" she screamed. "Why do you have pictures of Derek and articles about this case? And what's with the gun?" When his eyes rose to meet hers she was shocked at the malicious gleam that had come to them. She tried to stare him down hardly, but the look in his eyes made her too nervous. It scared the hell out of her and she had to suppress the shiver she felt coming on.

"I didn't anticipate you finding that," he said in a low voice.

"Yeah, apparently!" she said harshly, hoping her voice would break him down a slight bit; it didn't.

His eyes stayed on hers from that moment forward, boring into her and making her bones go numb.

"This puts me a little ahead of schedule," he continued, staring at her unblinkingly.

"What schedule?" she hissed angrily. "Stop avoiding the subject, Jackson. I'm not in the mood. Tell me why you have surveillance photos of Derek along with a gun hidden in a lockbox!"

He laughed. "You see, everyone gets what they deserve, one way or another. And Agent Derek Morgan is no exception," he replied, still shying away from the real meaning of his words. He leaned down to pick up one of the photos that lay scattered on the bed and looked at it with hate.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Advancing closer to her, he dropped the photo and growled, "Your beloved Derek Morgan – who I know just fucked you in the bar bathroom – is going to pay for what he did. By the way, did you really think I wouldn't know what you were up to? You came out of the bathroom after twenty minutes and you practically smelled of sex." A vicious bark of a laugh escaped his lips. And at the moment Penelope didn't feel a single ounce of guilt anymore over sleeping with Derek. Apparently Jackson wasn't with her because he loved her.

Jackson was with her to get to Derek.

He paused to grab an article from the bed and held it up to her face angrily. "This man, the one Agent Morgan shot and killed, was my younger brother!"

Choosing not to say anything about her bathroom bar visit with Derek, she said, "He was a rapist and a killer. He tried to attack a thirteen year old girl while Derek was there, so he did what he had to to protect her! Your brother got what he deserved." She backed away as he continued towards her. When he had backed her into the wall, his fit slammed into the wall next to her face, causing her to flinch. He laughed.

"My brother was just twenty-three and –" he tried to say.

"Your brother was a sick rapist," she spat in interruption. "He hurt women because he wanted control over them!" She didn't see his palm come down to slap her; he was lightning fast. It stung and she tried to back away again.

"Don't say a word about him!" he bellowed. "He was just a kid. Agent Morgan didn't have to shoot him!" His face was crimson with rage. Grabbing her by her hair, he pushed her away from the wall while she tried to fight him off. Despite not being as big as Derek, he was strong and was able to fend her off and push her to the ground in a matter of seconds. On the way down her head collided with the edge of the bed. A throbbing broke out in her forehead and a trickle of blood went down her face. Groaning, she tried to rise from the floor, but her head was spinning so fast that she fell again.

"Don't try and say your precious Derek could profile Henry," Jackson said, picking up the gun and pointing it at her. "Agent Morgan is going to pay for what he did. And seeing as he loves you more than anyone on this earth, I'm going to use you to get to him. You're one of the few people he trusts. You'll do the trick perfectly."

Spitting at his feet, Penelope said, "I won't let you anywhere near him. You're not going to get to him. Because if you hurt him, I'll make sure there isn't a corner of the world that's safe for you."

"Oh, I'll get to him," he laughed wickedly. Kneeling down next to her, he put the gun to her temple, digging it into her skin. "You were always the first phase of this plan. I got to you, and you being you didn't want to break poor innocent Jackson's heart, and you turned down the man you really love. So when I had you, I saw the look in his eyes. A look so full of heartbreak and desperation. Watching him suffer was thrilling for me. But now he must think he's going to get you because you fucked in a bar bathroom. Oh, but he's not. I'm going to take him from a broken heart to a shattered one. When he sees what I do to you, he'll be so full of grief that he'll be begging for death when I find him." He grinned cruelly and added, "Then, and only then, will I kill him. He'll be on his knees and I'll put a bullet through his brain."

Penelope couldn't stop the tears that flowed from her cheeks as Jackson –was his name even Jackson? – described every way he planned on breaking Derek. In an attempt to wipe the evil smirk off his face, she shook her head and said, "I'm not going to help you with anything. So you'll just have to put a bullet through my head right now. You'll not get him through me."

Clucking his tongue, he shook a finger in her face. "No, no Penelope," he tsked. "You'll be helping me whether you want to or not. Because I'm going to torture you while he watches and sees all my handy-work. I have your phone, so I'll have his number. And he will suffer. That's a promise."

"One you won't be able to fulfill," she hissed through gritted teeth.

"When he sees his Baby Girl bloodied and bruised, he won't be able to get up off his knees."

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When his phone started to ring, Derek was tempted to ignore it. He didn't have the energy or proper state of mind to talk to anyone. After their meeting and eventual sex in the bathroom, Penelope left without a word. He had no idea now when things might be right between them again.

The worst part was now that he'd had her, he never wanted to let another man touch her again.

He could still fee her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist as he made love to her. He could still taste the cinnamon softness of her mouth and tongue. And he could still hear her words in his ear through the whole thing.

I love you…

Glancing at the caller ID out of pure curiosity, he frowned when he saw Penelope's name pop up. He certainly wasn't expecting her to call him.

Hesitantly, he answered it. "Penelope?" he asked in a quiet voice. He hoped she wasn't calling to yell at him.

"Agent Morgan," Jackson's voice said. "How are you this evening? Well I'm assuming seeing as you just fucked my girlfriend."

Derek gulped. Shit. "Listen, Jackson –"

"No you listen, Agent Morgan!" he hollered. Derek was taken aback. Jackson seemed like someone who never lost his cool. "You're going to pay for what you did."

"Listen, it was my fault," Derek said hardly. "Don't do anything to her. She didn't mean for it to happen."

Jackson laughed bitterly. "You think I'm talking about Penelope? Your 'Baby Girl,' as you so sickeningly call her? No, I'm talking about my brother, Henry Talbot."

Derek's blood froze and he stopped breathing. He remembered Henry Talbot and even more vividly he remembered shooting him.

So that's how he knew Jackson. He was an unsub's brother. "What does this have to do with Penelope?" he demanded. "She's got nothing to do with this."

"Oh, but she has everything to do with this!" he said happily. "She's my tool now. She's what's going to bring you to me."

"What are you talking about?" Derek asked hoarsely.

"Check your incoming text messages," was Jackson's simple answer.

Derek looked down to his phone and saw a text with a picture of Penelope, two sets of arms holding her by the shoulders and her face had a black eye and a cut above her temple. He gasped and roared into the phone, "You son-of-a-bitch! She has nothing to do with this. Your problem is with me, not Penelope."

"You're right," Jackson admitted. "This doesn't have anything to do with her. But because she's who matters most to you, she's going to suffer. Trust me; you'll have to watch it all. And only when I deem you sufficiently tortured will I end it. But by then you're not going to have much left to live for anyway."

With tears in his eyes – something that was extremely unusual for him – Derek began to pace. "Please, Jackson," he begged. "I'll do whatever you want. Don't harm her." Rational thought had abandoned him. Everything was about getting Penelope out and safe.

Ignoring his plea, Jackson said, "And she's going to be in a whole world of hurt right now and for the time ahead. She told me to put a bullet in her head before she would tell me a single word. She said, and I quote, 'I won't let you anywhere near him.'"

"Please Jackson!" Derek pleaded. "I'll give myself up. Leave her alone. I'll do anything."

"Agent Morgan, you should know by now that my name isn't Jackson," he sniggered. "My name is Harold."

"Harold, Jackson, whatever!" Derek snapped. "Let Penelope go!"

"No."

Gritting his teeth and clenching his free hand into a fist, he growled, "Then you should know that I'm going to find you, and when I get my hands on you, I'm going to rip you apart until they'll have to bring more than one body bag for you."

"By the time you find us, you'll be too late," Harold snickered. "You're going to fail her, Agent. You'll no longer be her knight in shining armor. You'll no longer be her 'Hot Stuff.' You'll just be the man who couldn't save her…again." With another laugh, he said, "And because I'm generous, I'm going to let you two say goodbyes to one another."

Derek was going to open his mouth again, but then he heard Penelope's voice on the other end of the line. "Derek?" she sobbed.

His heart broke at that moment and he said, "Penelope, I'm going to find you! Don't worry."

"No! Don't!" she screamed. "They'll kill you. Please, Derek don't come. It's what he wants. I just want to tell –"

Slamming his hand down, he bellowed, "Don't you dare say that! I'm coming for you and I'm not going to stop until I get you back."

"I love you, Derek," she choked out. "Goodbye."

"Penelope!" he cried. "Penelope, speak to me!"

Harold's voice broke out again and he was snorting with laughter. "Well, that was touching," he said. "Savor her words, Agent. She'll never be saying such things again."

Tears now fell from his eyes and Derek hissed, "When I find her, you're going to wish you'd stayed in the same hole your sick brother came from!"

"Don't talk about my brother! You're nothing but a murderer," Harold said, his voice rising in anger. "You'll be hearing from me again soon," he added before the line went dead.

With his phone still to his ear, Derek slid down against the wall until he was sitting with his head in his hands. His phone dropped to the floor with a clatter and he had to resist the urge to throw it out the window. But it was his one and only lifeline at this point to Penelope. Harold would likely drop the phone after this call so no one could trace him, but it was a start. Derek rose from the ground, his stomach still churning in knots and he picked up the phone again. The picture from the text message was still there and he tried hard to keep the bile from coming up his throat. Shaking his head and clearing his throat, he hit Hotch's speed dial and waited patiently for him to answer.

"Hotchner," came his boss' swift answer.

Making sure his voice was level before speaking, Derek said hoarsely, "Hotch, we've got a situation…"

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