AN: See I told you all I had an update. :)

Three Months Before

Savannah watched as Morgan stumbled up the stairs. "Drunk already I see?"

His bloodshot eyes trailed up her form. "Why are you even here?" he slurred, trying to make it up the stairs to his house.

"We were supposed to have a date tonight. Remember?" she said angrily as she helped him the rest of the way. "Obviously not, since you got here an hour after we were supposed to meet. What the hell has gotten into you?"

"We had a date tonight?" His bloodshot eyes tried to focus on her. "I don't remember us having a date tonight," he slurred out as he stumbled again. He would have remembered telling Savannah to meet him he thought.

"You called me last night, saying you wanted to go out tonight, something about it being a bad case." She helped him move to his bedroom, "It must have been really bad if you're drunk already."

He ignored her as he moved to the bed. He didn't want to think about the case right now. All he wanted to do was sleep. Normally he would have gone to Penelope when he was feeling this bad after a case, but he screwed that up. Now she was probably curled up in Sam's arms as he brought her back from the dark place. Stupid Sam. She shouldn't be with Sam! He still couldn't believe she had looked him in the eyes while Sam was asking her to marry him, and still turned and said yes to him. He plopped onto the bed.

"Do you want me to get you anything before I go home?" she asked.

He groaned as he turned on his side away from Savannah. He heard her sigh. A few moments later he heard the door slam, and he finally relaxed. He opened his eyes only to reach for his nightstand to pull out the bottle of rum he had stashed there. He took a few drinks before turning over and passing out.

The room was quiet except for the faint moaning of him calling out to Penelope as he slept.

"Excuse me?" Penelope asked in disbelief as Derek stood in front of her demanding to know why she had gotten married. Who did he think he was coming to her house and asking such a thing when they hadn't spoken in months?

"Howz- how could you?" he slurred, stepping closer to her.

"Morgan, you're drunk. Please tell me you didn't you drive here?" she asked as she looked around him. Sure enough she saw his SUV, crookedly parked up on her curb.

"I had- I had to know why." His eyes focused on her, making her shudder with the intensity in them.

"Why does it even matter, Morgan?" she asked looking back to see if Sam was coming to the door. She didn't need to deal with Sam hearing Morgan's drunken rant right now.

"It matters to me. You shouldn't have married him," he said angrily. "He doesn't love you like I love you."

She put her arms across her chest, staring at him with narrow eyes. "You don't love me," she spat. "You proved that to me, time and time again."

"I love you more than anyone should ever love another person," he shot back, trying to take a step closer to her but stumbling in the process.

"Jesus Derek, you can't even walk," she said, annoyed, as she grabbed onto him helping him stand up straight. She looked back at his SUV and then back at her front door. No matter how upset she still was at him, she wouldn't send him away. She took a deep breath before opening her front door, helping him in.

"What's he doing here?" Sam asked as he made his way out of the kitchen after hearing the commotion at his front door.

"He's drunk. I'm not letting him drive home like this," Penelope answered as she helped Derek to the couch where he instantly slumped down onto his back, coving his eyes with his arm.

Derek grumbled a noise as he was now passed out on her couch.

"Call him a cab," Sam demanded as he walked over to his wife. "You're not even friends with him anymore. He's not your reasonability, so call Savannah."

Penelope glared at her husband. "I would never leave anyone that showed up at our door like this to fend for themselves. You should know that."

"Figures," Sam mumbled making his way back into the kitchen.

"What do you mean by that?" She shot off of the couch, following her husband and wanting to get a better understanding of what he was talking about.

"No matter how shitty he treated you, you will still drop everything to be there for him," he snapped, turning to her.

"So, you're telling me if one of your friends showed up drunk on our doorstep you would be fine sending them away?" she asked in disbelief.

"No, if one of my friends showed up, I would help them. But Derek Morgan isn't your friend. He didn't even stay for our wedding." He rolled his eyes turning away from her, "You will always run back to him," he grumbled. "I'm surprised it took this long."

"What is your freaking problem, Sam?"

"You want to know what my problem is? It's you and him. You married me, Penelope, but in the middle of the night you call out for that jackass," Sam spat.

She stood there her mouth agape as she registered what Sam had just told her. She knew she still dreamed of Derek at night, but she had never been told she talked in her sleep before so she never thought she would actually call out to him. "I- I-"

"I thought it was a fluke, you calling out for him at night. It would happen here and there and after being his supposed best friend for years I got it. But after he walked out of our wedding, you started calling out to him every night. Hell, it even sounded like you were answering him. God, Penelope. You called out to another man on our wedding night."

"I- I didn't," she stuttered in disbelief. She wouldn't do that. Yeah, Derek hurt her and she still felt something for him, but she would never do anything like that.

"Yes, Penelope you did!" Sam moved past her going to their bedroom, "Did you even want to get married to me? Have a family with me?" he asked as he threw the suitcase on the bed. "Call him a cab or I'm leaving,"

"What? Yes, Sam. Of course I did- I mean do. I want a family with you. We've been trying for months." She tried to get him to stop packing.

"Yeah, that's another thing. You should be pregnant by now. Let me guess, you're on the pill still aren't you? Couldn't have a baby of it wasn't his." Sam snapped.

Tears formed in her eyes as she listened to the pure hatred in Sam's voice. He had never been so cold to her before, and here he was basically calling her a liar. "I would never do that to you. I love you."

"But not like you love that egotistical, pompous, jackass that is now passed out drunk on our couch. Tell me Pen, why did he even show up here? Why did he come to you after months of not speaking to you?" Sam demanded.

"I don't know," she lied. There was no way she could tell him what Derek had just confessed to her on the porch.

"You'd even lie for him," Sam said, shaking his head. He grabbed the last bit of clothes throwing them in the suitcase and headed towards the front door. "You're still in love with him."

Penelope jumped when she heard the front door slam behind Sam. She moved into the living room and looked down at a passed out Derek on her couch. How could he still have this much control over her heart?

She grabbed a blanket and placed it over him. "I wish I didn't still love you."