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Here's the next chapter…sorry about the cliffhanger at the last one :) Anyway, hope this will make up for it! Thanks also for the reviews! FYI: I'm going to start with the part before Derek bursts into the crate. Also, there are so slightly graphic descriptions in this one.

The moment Derek caught sight of someone, he made sure to hide behind a crate to see who it was. It was clearly someone who knew Harold because he had a gun posed out like Derek had a moment ago. "Where's Penelope?" Derek hollered at him, holding his gun out at him.

The other man posed his gun at him and said, "You're not going to find her!"

"Wanna bet?" Derek shot back.

A gunshot rang out and Derek ducked out of the way behind a crate before shooting back and hitting him in the shoulder. He dropped to the ground and Derek ran forward to find more of them. The blood in his veins was burning and his adrenaline was making his heart race at a million miles an hour. Ahead of him in the dimness of the shipping crates he made out another figure. "Where is she?" he shouted, letting out a warning shot past the man's ear.

It didn't matter how much noise he was making or what kind of attention he would attract; everything was about finding Penelope.

He whirled around and glared at Derek and yelled back, "Wouldn't you like to know!" He shot at Derek and blatantly missed and Derek tackled him to the concrete, using the butt of his gun to slam into the other man's skull. He spat in his face and jumped up and continued on.

He came to a giant crate that the door to was guarded by two. They looked up from the ground where they were crouching with their guns aimed and ready to shoot, but Derek didn't hesitate; they were dead in seconds. His heart leapt with some form of relief.

He'd found the prison Penelope was in.

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"Derek!" Penelope cried when she saw him enter the room. Anguish filled her heart. If Derek was here he was either going to end up severely injured or dead. Harold wouldn't give up until either of the two options happened.

Derek had his gun leveled and aimed it at Harold. "Let her go, Talbot," he spat. "I'm here now. You can kill me now."

Struggling against Harold's grip, she screamed, "Derek, no!"

Harold laughed. "Come any closer Agent Morgan and I'll blow her brains all over this place," he said pushing the gun further into her temple. "Put the gun down or it'll happen." Derek didn't move immediately, but when he saw how serious Harold was, his jaw ticked uncomfortably and he held his hands up in surrender, kneeling down to put the gun on the ground. "Much better," Harold said with a smirk. "Agent Morgan with his back in a corner. It's making me very happy."

"Let her go or I swear to God you won't like it when I get my hands on your neck," Derek growled. He saw how scared Penelope was and he knew he had to handle the next moves he made carefully. She looked insane with fear. She was shaking her head at him, trying to tell him not to keep doing what he was doing.

"I wouldn't worry too much about her," he said. "I'll not be killing her. She'll be alive after you're dead. The worst she'll experience is excruciating emotional pain from these traumatic events. And that will just be freaking funny."

"That won't be happening because this will be ending with a bullet in your brain," Derek hissed.

"No, this is going to end with my brother being avenged!" Harold roared. "You're going to be dead, Agent! Dead!"

"No, Harold please!" Penelope cried. "Don't hurt him. Just kill me! Don't hurt him!"

"Shut up, bitch!" he yelled, bashing her in the head with his gun. She fell to the ground with a cry and Derek was pained, wanting to rush to her side, but he didn't want to risk getting her killed. "This is my time to avenge my brother and he is going to be dead!" Pulling Penelope by the hair to growl in her ear, "And you're going to watch every moment of his death." He shoved her to the ground again and advanced towards Derek.

Derek tried to reach for his gun, but Harold shot at the space next to his hand. "No gun, you son of a bitch. I wann beat you to death with my bare hands."

"Alright," Derek growled. "You're a deadman!" He got up from the ground and launched himself at Harold with all his strength behind him. His rage was blinding him, making all rational thought abandon him. He was seeing red, deep crimson red. His veins were on fire, burning viciously through his system. "You touch the woman I love and you think I'll let you get away with it?" he roared, landing a punch to Harold's face. "You think you can beat her and I won't take away your life?"

Harold laughed and got Derek in the gut with his foot, kicking him so hard he fell backwards. He let out a groan and immediately shot forward again. A sweat had broken out all over his body and he hit him Harold in the jaw. They wrestled on the ground, both of them using their fists to tell each other exactly how they felt about the other.

"Stop!" Penelope screamed, fear for Derek's life running rampant in her mind. Her heart was in a standstill. Everything was too loud. Everything was too vivid for her vision. If anything happened to Derek because of her, she'd never forgive herself. "Stop!" She crawled in the direction of the fight to try and stop them. Every bone in her body was screaming in pain, but Harold on top of Derek, punching him to a pulp helped her to dull the pain. She grabbed Harold's ankle and gave it a yank, but one quick jerk of his ankle snapped her wrist, a whole new wave of agony washing over her. Another scream escaped her mouth and her arm shot back. She clutched her wrist. The skin had already begun to turn purple and the skin was ripped so a slight bit of bone was protruding.

The scream that escaped her mouth made Derek's body jump into overdrive. He kicked Harold solidly in the gut and it sent him flying backwards. Harold lay on the ground a moment and gave Derek a moment to look at Penelope. His nose was covered in blood and his left eye was already starting to blacken. All his features were concerned and he held out his hand to take Penelope's. "Penelope? Are you able to get out of here? You need to get out!"

She shook her head. "I'm not leaving without you!" she sobbed, clutching her wrist. "I won't do it! If you think I would do that –"

His face turned furious all of the sudden. How could Penelope even think about this? She had to get herself out of there…even if it meant abandoning him. "Penelope! You need to get out of here now! I swear – NO!" he roared. Derek hadn't seen Harold rising from the ground and bringing a crowbar down on Penelope's ankle. He jumped from the ground to tackle Harold as he dropped the crowbar. Now Penelope wouldn't be able to get out unless she was able to crawl the whole way out. Her cries of pain led him to be even more furious as he smashed his fist into Harold's windpipe. Harold's face went red as the air rushed from his lungs and he choked. The feeling of hitting Harold was satisfying to Derek; he felt complete for a moment, like he'd taken care of a hunger he'd had for years.

It filled him with a sense of completion; the only thing that would make it better was if he killed Harold.

Derek raised his fist to get Harold in the neck again, a blinding fire of a pain overtook his abdomen and his hand went to the pained area, coming away bloody. His heart sank.

Harold had stabbed him.