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Here's chapter four! Still reading Crime and Punishment so this story is gonna go slower than I want it to :( Thanks for the patience and as always I love your reviews :)

The entire team was gathered in the round table room, the picture of Penelope Derek had received via text up on the screen. It was three in the morning and Derek was fuming, cursing, and pacing. Anyone who tried to say something to him or got within three feet of him was on the receiving end of his wrath. They'd called Kevin Lynch in to be their technical analyst and he was working furiously to follow Derek's every order.

"Agent Morgan, I'm working as fast as I can!" Lynch cried. His fingers were flying like lightning across the keyboard as he spoke.

Derek's eyes turned obsidian with fury as he whirled to face Lynch. "Work faster you damn idiot before I break your nose!"

Lynch shot from his chair and hollered, "Don't act like you're the only one who cares that she's missing, Agent! I love her. She may have left me, but that doesn't change anything."

Derek advanced closer to the shorter man, his eyes wide with fury. Rossi looked hardly at Kevin. "Lynch, I suggest you back off," he warned. Derek looked ready to pounce on him at any moment and no one was really interested in having him arrested for assault when Penelope needed him most.

But Lynch, not understanding that Derek was two seconds away from throttling him, went on, not heeding Rossi's warning. "And you know what? I thought she left me to be with you, because she called me 'Derek' once. But no, she hooked up with someone else. Someone you couldn't protect her from. I may love her, but she'll never be happy if she keeps bedhopping!"

Even Rossi being close enough to stop him didn't stop Derek's fist from connecting with Lynch's face and he stumbled backwards, falling to the ground. No one made a move to help him up.

"Get out, you son of a bitch!" Derek roared. "We'll get someone who will help us get Penelope back without insulting her with every breath he takes."

As Lynch rose from the ground, nursing his bleeding nose, he glared at Derek and stomped out of the room, knowing that if he tried to speak again he might get strangled to death and no one would do a damn thing to stop it.

Breathing heavily, Derek sank down into a chair and put his head in his hands. His shoulders began to shake and the team realized for the first time ever they were seeing him break down. JJ sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulder. "Hang in there, Derek," she said supportively. "She'll be back and safe before you know it. And you know why? Because you're looking for her. She knows you'll never stop."

Wiping his face, Derek's tear-filled eyes looked up. "Lynch is right," he said. "I couldn't protect her from this. I didn't remember Talbot had a brother. I should've remembered why the man looked so fucking familiar!" He continued to curse himself.

"No," Emily said firmly. "This isn't your fault. We're going to get her back and you'll see that Garcia doesn't blame you one bit. Right now we need to work the profile on Harold based on what we know about his brother."

Derek rose to his feet. "No," he insisted. "We're going to find him and I'm going to give myself up. I won't let him hurt her because of something I did."

Hotch shook his head. "No Morgan. Not happening. You know he won't let her go. If it's suffering he wants to inflict upon you, he won't let her go, even if you give yourself up. We find them and we take them out with SWAT agents, the works. I won't lose both of you."

Slamming his fist down on the table, leaving a resounding crashing noise in the room, he snarled, "Dammit, I'll find a way to get her out! I won't leave her there to be tortured!"

It was evidently clear to the rest of them that Derek had lost it. He wasn't thinking like an FBI agent anymore; he was thinking like a man hunting for blood.

Before Hotch could respond, Derek's phone rang with an unknown number. Without another thought, Derek answered the phone.

"This is Morgan," he said gruffly.

"Agent Morgan," Harold drawled. "Turn on your webcam. Don't do it and I'll make things worse for Penelope."

"Pull up the webcam," Derek growled to the new tech who'd silently entered the room only a minute before. The younger man balked at him and Derek glared harshly. "Do I need to repeat myself? Or do you want me to rearrange your fact the way I did Lynch's?"

"On it, on it!" the tech squeaked. Hurriedly he pulled up the webcam feature on the computer. "Connecting to the unknown contact."

"Trace it if possible," Hotch ordered.

As soon as the webcam was up and running and Derek was standing in front of it, Harold's handsome face appeared and grinned at the room full of agents. "Hello, all!" he chirped. "Just in case you were wondering, Penelope is right behind me. You can all see her in a moment."

Derek's fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly and he stared daggers at the man on the other side of the screen. "Get the fuck out of the way, Talbot," he demanded. "Let me see her."

Harold nodded as if he understood and moved so that Penelope was visible. She looked like she had in the picture and Derek was relieved that nothing worse had happened to her. Looking up from her sitting position on the floor, Penelope's eyes fell on the computer screen where she saw the faces of her team and Derek. He could tell that tears were filling her eyes and he felt the overwhelming desire to both comfort her and rip Harold's throat out for what he'd done.

"Derek," she murmured.

"Hey Baby Girl," he said, trying to stay calm for her sake. If he overreacted he might just make her more upset.

Before she could say something else, Harold gave her a swift kick in the stomach and she buckled over, trying desperately to hide her groan of pain that wanted so badly to escape her lips. On the other side of the camera, Derek winced, but kept his anger in check as best as he could. It was taking every ounce of his energy to try and not jump through the computer screen and beat the shit out of Harold for harming Penelope. He had to close his eyes momentarily to block out the pain he was feeling for what was happening to her because he'd shot an unsub.

"Feel that, Morgan?" Harold hissed, kicking Penelope again. She fell over onto her side and clutched at her stomach, her eyes closed in an attempt to hide tears. "That's the pain of seeing the one person who means everything to you suffering. Did you know that before he died at the hospital, Henry was in an extreme amount of pain? That's what I'm going to do to your Baby Girl. I'm going to make her go through that pain." This time, his foot landed a kick to her jaw and blood trickled out of her mouth.

"Stop! Please!" he begged, shooting to his feet. "Talbot, I'm sorry I killed your brother. Please, stop hurting Penelope! She did nothing to you; she had nothing to do with his death!"

Harold merely laughed and shook his head. "No, no Morgan," he snickered. "I'm not done with her yet. And my…colleagues have barely gotten started."

A pit formed in Derek's stomach as he began to understand the meaning behind those words. His mouth dried up instantly and he felt tears burning in the back of his eyes. "Don't," he pleaded. "Please!"

Grabbing Penelope by the hair, Harold threw her roughly against the concrete wall and she couldn't stop the grimace and groan of pain she felt as her body slammed into the hard surface. It was becoming too much for her to handle. Her glasses had hit the wall just right and were now cracked, but when she managed to look into the camera she saw the distraught look on all her team members' faces. But Derek's was worst of all. She could tell through the computer that he was fighting to hold back tears and her heart ached knowing that he was in so much emotional pain.

He did love her. Not just lusting after her, not just for sex in public places. He loved her because they were connected in a way no one else could understand. Her pain was his pain and vice versa.

Harold pulled her up from the ground again and ground out, "Get up you lousy bitch. You may have been a fucking good lay, but you're useless to me other than causing him pain." He landed a punch to her already bruising jaw and Derek lost it.

"Let her go! Harold, I will get down on my knees and beg for her release. Please, let her go!"

This caused a chuckle to erupt from his mouth. "You'll be on your knees soon enough," Harold spat. "If you decide to come and find me, that is."

"Oh you can count on me finding you," Derek snapped.

Penelope's voice had risen. "Don't you dare come, Derek Moran," she said raggedly. "You will die if you come here, do you hear me! You'll die!"

Harold landed another slap to her face and proceeded to choke her, pushing her up against the wall, punching her in the gut this time. She let out a cry of pain and Derek felt his heart straining yet again. He didn't care what Penelope said; he was coming to find her.

Harold shook his head and released Penelope and she crumpled in a heap on the concrete. "Good luck finding me, Agents," he spat, flipping the camera off so the screen went black.

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Penelope coughed several times after Harold had released her throat. Her hands were on the cold ground and she felt tears stinging in her eyes. Seeing Derek in distress had increased her pain tenfold and she glared up at her captor. "He'll kill you as soon as I'm dead," she hissed, rubbing her darkening neck. "He will find you and make sure you don't make it out of anything alive."

Clucking his tongue, Harold shook his head. "As I said before Penelope dear," he said with faux sweetness. "Your beloved is going to so shattered he'll never even have the will power to raise his gun. The gun that killed Henry." His hand slid down her thigh and she recoiled in disgust. She could hardly believe she'd ever been to bed with this monster before her. He gestured to the men standing around the room. They all stared at her with hungry gazes and she shuddered with fear. "The only thing keeping them at bay is my strict order to leave you alone until I give the final sign. Your gang-rape incident is going to affect you in terrible ways and Derek Morgan will be dead and unable to help you get through the intense victimization you endured."

"You're sick," she spat angrily. "You're just like your fucking brother. A narcissistic brute who raped women when he was done with her.

Harold grabbed her chin and his eyes darkened in anger. "What have I told you about saying such things about Henry?"

"Go suffer and die!" she hollered. "Join your brother in hell, because that's where you both end up."