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Here's the next installment. Sorry I left you all hanging with the last one! No worries, I'm not killing Derek :) Thanks for the reviews, by the way.

The moment Penelope saw the burst of crimson spread across Derek's torso she felt herself unravel at the seams. She let out a terrible shriek. Harold was looming over Derek again with his knife raised over him, ready to strike again. It was a huge hunting knife and it had been lodged in his gut, coming away slick with blood. His face went wide with shock as he registered what trauma had just occurred to his body. A sputtering breath escaped his mouth and he fell backwards onto the ground, his body hitting the crate's bottom hard.

"Derek!"

"Feel that Agent Morgan?" Harold hissed, plunging his knife into Derek again. "The feeling of death so close? That's the feeling Henry went through after you shot him!"

Tears were pouring down Penelope's face and she screamed again, "Harold stop! Please stop!" She crawled forward on her chest ignoring the searing pain in her ankle that wouldn't end. Her eyes were drifting around the room in an attempt to find something to stop Harold from killing Derek. It was then her eyes caught sight of Derek's gun. The glock was lying where it had been dropped and instinctively she made her way towards the gun. Her face was set in furious frown and she gritted her teeth as her ankle hit a piece of piping. She let out a whimper and looked up to see Derek being stabbed again and receiving a punch to the face. It was enough incentive for her to keep pushing herself forward, despite the pain she was feeling. When her fingers grasped the cold metal, she pulled herself up on her knees and shouted, "Stop what you're doing, you evil son of a bitch or I'll shoot you!"

Harold stopped what he was doing and looked up at her to smirk. "You'll shoot me?" he asked skeptically. He tilted his head to the side and shook it, laughing in the process. "You don't have the guts to do it."

She forced herself to stand and she cried, "I do. And if he dies I'll make sure you are killed in the worst way possible. The absolute. Worst. Way. Possible." She glared at him viciously and she knew her look was withering to him this time. Her body was on fire from both pain and fear, but also revenge. This man had taken her hostage and was killing the man she loved. He wasn't going to get away with it. Not if she could help it. "Back away from Derek and walk towards me."

Harold laughed and rose from the ground, putting his hands in the air in surrender. "Okay, you little spitfire," he snickered. "Okay. We'll have it your way." He came towards her slowly, making sure to be deliberate with every move he made. "What're you going to do, Penelope? Make me pay? Make me sorry for deceiving you, for hurting you, for hurting your precious Derek?"

Her eyes shot to Derek's gasping form on the ground. He was clutching his stomach and shaking violently. His own eyes met Penelope's and he appeared terrified. "Penelope," he gasped.

Stifling a sob, she shook her head and turned her attention back to Harold. "On your knees," she told him, pointing the gun to the floor.

He knelt down and smiled. "It doesn't' matter if you kill me now," he said simply, his voice nonchalant. "There is nothing left for me in the world. I have had my revenge. And you know that he will die. He's not going to make it out of this and you know that or a fact! You will be left alone to deal with this pain. You will wither away until there is nothing left of you but a thin scrap of yourself." His face was set in a very clear smirk.

Penelope let out a vicious screech and fired, hitting him in the middle of the forehead. He slumped to the ground with a smile on his face. She kicked him in the face despite the fact he was dead already. Sobbing now, she rushed to Derek's side and fell to her knees, her hands and arms shaking violently as she put her hands and arms on his abdomen to put pressure on his wounds.

"Oh Derek!" she cried, making sure to put all her strength behind her arms. "You need to stay with me! You hear? You have to. I won't survive without you." She couldn't halt her sobbing and she couldn't stop the blood that was staining her skin and seeping through her fingers. His eyes were wide and his body began to shake; his breathing had sped up as he gasped and a small amount of blood began to trickle down the side of his face. "You have to stay alive because I love you! I love you, okay? I want to marry you and I want to have your babies. I want us to grow old together and watch our grandchildren run around our huge house we're going to have. So you have to stay alive."

He held out his hand for her to grasp and she squeezed it tightly. "I…I lo-love you, Baby Girl," he choked out hoarsely. "You ha-have to move on…I wi-will always be with y-you."

"No!

His eyes fluttered shut and his head lolled to the side as Penelope screamed her despair. As she was doing so, there was the sound of thundering footsteps and the SWAT agents burst into the crate with their guns poised and ready if necessary. Hotch and Rossi were next in and they saw Derek and Penelope. "Call a medic!" Rossi cried into a walkie-talkie. He and Hotch knelt down next to Penelope and Rossi called out, "Emily, get in here and take her! She's too badly hurt to be doing this."

Penelope struggled against their grips. "Let me go!" she cried. "You can't take me from him!"

Emily pulled her into her arms and shushed her. "Penelope, the medics are going to get him fixed up, but you also need to be looked at. You're hurt too."

Bawling, Penelope slumped against Emily and said, "Please! You have to save him. I can't go on without him. I love him!"

Stroking her hair, Emily murmured, "I know you do."

Sirens blared out and several paramedics burst into the crate as well, several of them going to Derek, the rest of them to Penelope. "Miss, what is your name?" one of them asked, taking her uninjured wrist to check her pulse.

"Derek?" she whimpered. "Is Derek okay?" She was frantic with worry and she looked at the man with bloodshot eyes.

"Miss, we have to take care of you," he said loudly but calmly. "What is your name?"

"Penelope," she wept, looking at Derek again. "You have to let me go to him!" She tried to escape again to crawl to him, but was grabbed again by the upper arms. "Let me go!"

"Garcia stop!" Emily said with her voice trying to keep her from running away. "You will just get in the way and they have to help him. They're going to work their hardest to patch him up, but you need to stay calm."

Feral instinct was taking over Penelope and she continued to struggle against the grips of the three people now holding her. The paramedics had asked Emily to move aside so they could examine Penelope. "Her pulse is racing, she got a severely broken ankle and snapped wrist. Lots of internal bleeding and several head injuries, one of which could be serious. She's taken a serious beating." They looked down at her filthy skirt and examined her thighs through the ripped fabric. "There's also some finger-shaped bruising on her inner thighs?" The female medic looked at her gently and asked, "Penelope? Were you sexually assaulted?"

Penelope shook her head and wept harder. "He tried," she stuttered. "He didn't. Derek – Derek stopped him."

"Penelope we need to get you onto a stretcher," the other medic said. "We have to get you to the hospital. You're in a very serious medical state right now."

She glared ferociously at him. "Take care of Derek first!" she screamed. "You have to help him first!"

"He's being taken care of," he told her. "Right now, worry about you."

Penelope was about to respond with a snappy, nasty retort, but as she opened her mouth to speak, the words got muddled and she passed out before saying what was on her mind.