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So I had a request for this one to be updated soon after, so I'm doing it before the next "Hate To Love You." That one will be written after this one is all finished up. Also, I'm glad you guys like Tala so much :) She's one of my favorite Morgan and Garcia daughters I've written, next to Gigi from "Come Back To Me." So, thank you much for the reviews and here's the next installment!

This chapter is rated M.

Penelope and Derek stood in the kitchen in complete silence after Tala had stumbled out of the room. Once they'd gotten over the shock, Derek went forward to the counter and snatched the ring back and stuck it in his pocket. He couldn't meet Penelope's eyes.

When he finally did look up at her, her head was buried in her hands, and she was sobbing quietly. Sighing, he rubbed his face and tried to go to her.

Looking up from her hands, she held them up and glared at him. "Don't come any closer to me," she hissed. "This is all your fault!"

He stared at her incredulously. "My fault?" he asked. "How the hell is this my fault?"

"You decided work was more important to you than family!" Her voice had risen some. "Yeah, you had tons of sex with me, but that was all. You ignored me ,and you missed so much of our daughters' lives because you were out of town so much! You left our marriage long before I kicked you out!"

"Do you realize how insane you sound?" he demanded. "You honestly think I wanted to leave? I was ready to give up a ridiculous amount of work to be back with you and the girls! I only returned to it because you kicked me out!"

Glaring even more viciously at him, she shoved his chest. "Because of your over dedication to the BAU and the fact that you lost interest in me, our family fell apart!" she cried. Tears were still streaming down her face as she spoke. "Tala's right: Lindy and Soraya are stuck in a land of denial. And let's not ignore this little scene that just happened. Our daughter has turned to alcohol to deal with this."

"That's not the only thing Tala was right about! Did you not hear her? The picture in my drawer, the fucking ring being around my neck! Are you dumb, deaf, and blind?"

Her fists clenched at her side. "I don't care!" she hollered. "You are the reason this family fell apart!"

"No, Penelope, you are!" he thundered. "You kicked me out! You're refusing to see what's right in front of you!"

"Maybe I was wrong about your feelings," she admitted, "but that doesn't change your lack of presence in our lives. You disappeared! And I started to resent you for it!"

"This is selfish of you!" he said. "You kicked me out because you couldn't stand me and ignored the thought it might tear our daughters' lives apart!"

"They needed someone who was there for them!"

"No! They needed their family! They still need their family!"

The stared at each other in silence, both of them glaring at the other with more ferocity than they'd ever shown towards each in all their years of friendship and marriage. "You're insane," he finally said. "I never took you for this kind of person."

"You never took me for desperate," she growled. "Now I want you to leave and never enter this house again. You can pick the girls up and drop them off, but you don't enter the house. Ever."

Instead of leaving though, he stalked closer to her until her back was against the counter, and his breath was hot on her face. Her own breathing had sped up and her chest was rising and falling too fast. "You are not going to keep me from here," he said in a low voice. "I'm not going to give up because I believe we can work this out...even if you don't."

Penelope's heart was beating faster than it every had in her life. She couldn't see anything but Derek and his body. There was heat radiating off of him and she began to feel like she was on fire. Lust filled her heart. She had missed the feel of his skin against hers and the warmth of his love. She hated that she loved him so much and her anger at both him and at herself had reached boiling point.

Not saying anything, her hands shot up and she grabbed his face roughly, pulling him into a ferocious kiss. Her body was on fire and she shoved her tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him. As he kissed her back without hesitation, their teeth scraped together, and his hands grasped her waist in his hands, keeping them firmly there and holding her body closer to him.

Pulling back, she hissed, "Fuck me, Derek. I want you to fuck me."

With nothing but a growl, Derek pushed her against the wall and wrapped his arms around her enveloping her with his body. As he kissed her, both his hands slid up her thighs and pushed the skirt of her cotton dress up so it was around her waist. His fingers trailed up the drenched front of her lacy panties and her breathing increased tenfold. Her eyes closed and her skin felt like it was on fire. Derek's mouth began to leave hot, wet kisses down her throat and her blood started to heat up. Her body started to shake with all the desire rolling through her. She couldn't stop the soft moan that came out of her mouth.

With trembling hands, she reached for Derek's belt and unbuckled it, then moving towards his zipper to unzip it. As soon as she did, the length of his erection burst out, and she grasped it tightly.

"You know what to do," she hissed.

"Oh, yes I do, Baby Girl," he said huskily. Instantly he hooked two of his fingers through the side of her underwear and tore them off swiftly. "The real question is: do you remember what to do?"

She glared at him, digging her pink-painted fingernails into his shoulders until his skin broke and blood trickled down his arms. "That's one of the stupidest questions you've ever asked," she growled, hooking one of her legs around his hips.

He smirked and grabbed her other leg so that she was up against the wall. Thrusting into her roughly, he covered her deep scream of pleasure with a kiss. The feeling of being filled so completely after months of loneliness was one that she couldn't describe. It was perfection. Her back slid up and down the wall, and he kissed her deeply.

Derek hadn't felt much in the past six months, but now a torrent of feeling had assaulted him and it was impossible for him not to feel anything. Burying his face against her neck, he murmured, "I love you, Penelope."

His wife didn't say a word. She just let him continue thrusting.

When her already tight heat clenched around him, he followed in climaxing, coming harder than he ever had in his life. For a moment, the two of them stayed where they were, intimately connected and panting hard. Unsteadily and reluctantly Derek set her down on her feet. He kept his hands on her hips, only letting her go to rezip his pants and rebuckle his pants. After a moment of silence, he finally met her eyes.

But instead of seeing love and a desire to reconcile, all he found was hatred. She hastily pulled her skirt down and pushed him in the chest to get him away from her. His eyes went wide and he sputtered, "Penelope...what is wrong?"

"You are what's wrong!" she snarled.

"How can you say this?" he said. He'd never felt more hurt in his life. "Penelope, how can you say that? We —"

She shook her head. "You need to leave!" she said. "Now!"

"Penelope..."

"What happened now was a mistake," she said. "It can never happen again. I'm not going to fall for this again and break my own heart. Because this is how it would go: you would cut down on your hours until Hotch needed you again, then you would resume all work just as you did before. And then I would be left in the dust, along with our daughters."

His face was hurt and it was clear she had just wounded him severely. "Is that what you really think of me?" he asked quietly.

She turned her head away from him and said, "I love you, Derek. But I can't be married to you. I can't go through what you did to us. Not anymore, not ever again. So I need you to go now." When he didn't move, rooted to the ground with devastation, she turned to look at him with a ferocity he'd never seen in his life. Her voice rose to a scream. "Go!"

Without another word, he left the kitchen. She half expected to hear the door slam shut, but instead he just shut it firmly. Leaning up against the wall, she slid down onto the floor and wept into her knees, drowning in the fact that she'd broken her marriage, likely beyond repair.

XXXXX

JJ knocked on Penelope's office door and entered even though she didn't hear a "Come in!" from her. "Hey Garcie!" she said as she entered the lair. "I was wondering if you could —" She stopped abruptly when she saw that Penelope was weeping into her hands. Immediately she went to her friend's side, putting her papers don on the desk. "Penelope! What's wrong?" She sat down in a spare chair and took both Penelope's hands in hers. "What happened?"

Still sobbing, she sniffled, "Everything is wrong, Jayje. I don't — I just don't know who I am anymore! I became a terrible person, and I don't know where it came from! I treated the man I love like dirt and made him feel like I don't care about him. My daughter hates me, and she has every right to. And…" She stopped and sniffled. "Tala's right...I screwed up my family. All Derek did was lose his way, and I blew it up in his face."

"Penelope, come here," JJ murmured, opening her arms up and pulling her best friend into them. "Tala loves you no matter what has gone wrong with you and Derek. And you know what else? Derek loves you too. You two may have drifted apart, but you will always be the most important person in his life, along with your daughters."

"I don't deserve any of them!" She cried against JJ's chest. "I can never forgive myself for what I did and I don't think Derek and Tala will either. I ruined our family. I ruined us! Soraya and Lindy may not understand it all now, but when they do they'll realize that it was my fault. They'll hate me too."

Pulling Penelope's chin up, she scolded her, "Your daughters will never hate you. And when Tala gets over her anger, she will realize she doesn't hate you either. And anything that happened between you and Derek will be forgiven too."

"We had angry sex last night and then I told him he needed to leave and it was a mistake and it should never have happened," she said bluntly. "He'll never forgive me for it. Ever."

JJ looked at Penelope sadly. "Don't you understand? He will always love you. Always." She paused. "And no matter what happened last night, it's not the worst thing that has ever happened in a marriage. What you really need to do is talk to him. Really talk to him. It's the most important thing to do. And I saw what he did just before he left, he had dropped his hours down and told Hotch he was limiting the amount of cases he was going on. It was drastic and made Strauss furious. But he refused and essentially, in the most respectful way possible, told her to go to hell."

Tears filled Penelope eyes again and poured down her cheeks. "I messed up big time," she whispered. "I destroyed our family."

"And you'll fix it," she murmured. "You and Derek, together."

XXXXX

"I want the girl," the young man in his early twenties bellowed.

His brother rolled his eyes. "Why that one?" he asked. "She's -"

"She's got spunk! She's beautiful, she's smart, she's everything I want!"

"She's a handful and she'll scream the entire time," his brother explained. "It's pointless. No fun."

He snickered. "Oh, I disagree, brother," he laughed. "She'll be just what I want. She's the perfect candidate. I'll have loads of fun with her." His face turned to a vicious glare. "I want her. And I want her soon."

Rubbing his forehead, his brother sighed. "Let me see what I can do," he said grudgingly.