AN: Thank you everyone for your support! You all are the best! I have to give a huge shout out to Zammis Dracon- you already know how amazing you are! Also, a huge thank you to FreelySheRoams and evgrrl09. This story has some angst- but by now would you expect anything less from me?

Please enjoy.

Six Months Later

Morgan watched the bullpen doors for any sign of her. Today would be Penelope's first day back from her two week honeymoon. He knew they were not the same anymore since that night at the holiday party, but he needed to see her. If he didn't hear her voice or see her at least once a day he just didn't seem right, even if they didn't talk anymore. So he was sitting on Reid's desk trying to nonchalantly make small talk all while waiting for her to make her appearance in the bullpen.

Morgan knew he had no one to blame but himself for his life now becoming a complete and utter mess. He should have never told her it was a mistake and tried to make up excuses. Now, well now, he was falling apart more and more as the days went on without her.

"Garcia!"

Morgan shot his head up after hearing Reid's voice. He couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as she walked to the group. She looked radiant with her hair freshly highlighted and her makeup just right, she was absolutely beautiful.

"Kitten," Rossi started before giving her a hug. "You look so relaxed."

"Two weeks away from this place will do that to you, my Italian stallion," she cooed.

"How was your honeymoon?" Reid asked, moving in to welcome her with a hug.

"Boy Wonder, it was amazing. We drank French wine, ate loads of cheese and bread, shared French kisses under the Eiffel tower, and our nights…" She trailed off, giving them all a sheepish look and avoiding Derek's gaze.

"How's the baby making coming?" JJ asked, her eyes dancing with excitement for her friend.

"B- baby making?" Morgan stuttered, almost falling off Reid's desk.

"Yeah? Baby making so soon, Kitten?" Rossi asked with a smile on his face, his head cocked to the side a little.

Penelope's eyes danced as she spoke. "Yuppers, two weeks after Sam proposed we talked about children. Why wait? I'm not getting any younger so we've been trying since then." She looked at JJ. "No luck yet but that doesn't mean we aren't having a blast trying."

Morgan felt bile rise in his throat. They were trying for a baby, and they have been trying this whole time. He needed to get away from them before he did or said something he would regret again. He got up from Reid's desk, leaving the group to head over to his office.

Penelope shifted on her feet as she watched her former best friend leave without really acknowledging her. She shouldn't have been surprised with his dismissal. It had been like this for months now. She hated that he still affected her heart after all this time. She would never forget the hurt and pain she felt when she was at the alter on her wedding day when out of the corner of her eyes she saw him stand up and leave the church. It took everything inside of her at the moment to not break down and cry right there. He had proven over and over again that he never truly loved her. She turned her head to look back at her teammates trying her best to hide her pain.

Morgan stumbled into his office. This couldn't be happening. No, she couldn't be giving herself to Sam every night in hopes of making a baby. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

He did the only thing he had been doing since he told her it would never work between them. He slumped over to his desk; glancing back at this door to make sure it was locked before taking out the water bottle full of vodka. He needed to numb the pain, and this was the only way he was able to do it.

He took a swig as his phone went off, drawing his attention from the image of his Baby Girl, trying to make a baby. He looked at the phone to see Savannah's name come up.

"What?" he snapped as he answered the phone.

"Well, hello to you to Derek."

"Savannah, I'm busy. What do you need?" He normally would have tried to soften his tone but right now he didn't care.

"I was calling to make sure you got to work alright, Derek. You were so gone when you crawled into bed, I didn't think you would have woken up," she snapped.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"We'll I'm surprised you made it there," she answered, annoyed with his response.

"What's you're problem, Savannah?"

"You know damn well what my problem is. You get yourself piss drunk every night now. What changed in you? We used to have fun and talk, but now…" He heard her sigh over the phone. "Now… I just don't know anymore."

Morgan took another swig from his water bottle, "Savannah, I have to go. We'll talk tonight."

"Are you sure you won't be drunk by then?"

"I have to go." He hung up the phone, taking one more swig before placing the bottle back in his desk. He could hear her laugh in the bullpen and it instantly pained his heart. That laugh used to bring him out of some of the darkest places he had ever been. And now, now that laugh seemed to send him spiraling back into those same dark places.

"Sammikins?" Penelope got the attention of her husband as she made her way into their house.

"In the kitchen, Pumpkin. I'm making our favorite," he replied.

She smiled. Sam was everything she could ever want in a husband. He took care of all of her needs. He showed her love she never thought she would have. But even so, her heart never would fully belong to him. No matter how many times she tried to forget Morgan, she still held something for him. It was foolish on her part. She knew that much to be true. Time and time again he made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her. It didn't matter anymore. She had someone that loved her.

She walked into their bedroom; taking off her heels she wore that day. She was about to get undressed when she heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it, Sweetie," she called into the hallway as she made her way to answer the door.

She opened it to see Morgan slouching on the frame. It didn't take a profiler to see he was plastered. She stepped out of the front door, pushing him back a little before shutting the door behind her. "What are you doing here, Morgan?" She watched as he trailed his eyes up and down her form, his eyes bloodshot and cold. He drunkenly mumbled something, but she wasn't able to understand it. "What?" she snapped, annoyed with his presence.

His eyes bored into hers as he spoke, "How could you?"

"How could I what, Morgan?" she shot back.

"How could you get married?"

AN: What a cliffhanger, right? If you have a moment let me know what you think.