Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the characters. Some "guest stars" are based on or named after people in my life while others are totally made up, as are some places and events.

Disclaimer 2: I base my story ratings loosely on TV ratings. Because of some of the content in this chapter, I decided to change the rating from "T" to "M." I would really like some input, if this actually merits an "M." I am being cautious for now.

Chapter 20

The ride to the dump site was silent in both SUVs. Nobody wanted to speak, to voice out loud their greatest fear. Reid and Kate rode in one vehicle with Hotch driving while Derek drove the other with Rossi and JJ.

The agents stopped near the site; Metro PD was expecting them. Derek barely put the SUV in park before he leapt out. He had only made it a few feet when he felt stong arms grab him and hold him back. He tried to fight whoever it was, until he heard Hotch's calm, authoritative voice in his ear. "Stop, Morgan. We're only here to potentially identify the body. We can't get involved in case..."

"Don't. Don't say it, Hotch." Derek stopped struggling and shared a knowing look at his boss.

Hotch nodded. "Do you want someone to go with you?" He knew better than to order him to not go.

Derek hesitated. He looked into each of the profilers' eyes. Each one of them loved Penelope as if she was family and had a right to know one way or another as much as he did. He nodded. "Yes, I want everyone." Hotch nodded and gestured for the others. He felt JJ and Reid come up one either side of him as the group approached the dumpster.

JJ gasped and turned away they saw a sparkly stiletto and the hem of the dress that Penelope wore that day peaking out from under an evidence tarp. Hotch showed his badge to the CSU tech, who nodded and pulled the tarp away from the body. Derek's heart leapt into his throat as he saw the long blonde curls. He felt someone -Rossi- pass him a pair of gloves. He donned them before stepping up onto the ledge. The CSU tech understood Derek's intention when the profiler reached into the dumpster and together they gently turned the body. Derek pushed the hair away from her face and gasped. He hopped backwards off the ledge and walked away, .

"It's not her. It's not Agent Garcia." Hotch explained to the tech. The group walked together to where Derek stood next to the SUV. The profiler looked down at his hands before taking off his gloves. He pulled at them so forcefully the gloves shredded as he ripped them off.

"They did this. They found a woman with hair and a build similar to Penelope's, put her dress and shoes on her and put her here," Derek said.

"Why would they do that?" Kate asked.

"To torture us," Reid answered.

"Not 'us'. Me," Derek argued.

"What?" JJ asked.

"They did this to torture me. None of you have a connection to Montgomery. He hates me as much as he hates Penelope. Ford hates me. It was my persistence that caught him and freed Cindi. He thinks I took his woman, so he took mine."

"Ok. There's nothing more we can do here. Metro P.D. already knows this case is top priority. Kevin Lynch will be called in to assist us." Hotch said. He looked over as several CSU techs lifted the body out of the dumpster and into a body bag on a gurney. "Hopefully they'll identify whoever that is quickly and we can find out where she may have run into Montgomery and Ford."

Derek didn't say a word as he drove the SUV back to Quantico. He excused himself as the team passed the bathrooms in the FBI building's lobby. He splashed cold water on his face and let his mind wander. He turned off the water as realization dawned on him. He left the bathroom and walked back out the door. He drove the SUV out of the FBI parking garage just as dawn broke, the sun just barely visible above the horizon before being covered by thick, gray clouds.

"Conference room, now," Hotch announced to the bullpen as he left his office.

"I'll get Morgan," Kate volunteered. She made her way out of the unit and saw the lights in Derek's office were still off. She knocked and when she received no answer she slowly opened the door. She glanced around and closed the door. She walked down the hall to Garcia's lair and put in the access code. She let herself in but knocked on the second door. She waited a few seconds for a response and when she didn't receive one she slowly opened the door. It was dark so she flicked on the lights. She frowned when she saw he wasn't there either. She pulled out her phone and dialed Derek's number. She left a voicemail and walked back to the unit and into the roundtable room.

"Where's Morgan?" Hotch asked.

"No idea," Kate replied. "He wasn't in his office or Garcia's, and he didn't answer his phone when I called. Has anyone seen him?"

"Nor since we got back here," Rossi replied. The others agreed.

JJ picked up her phone and hit the speed dial, then speaker. She waited but the phone kept ringing until it went to voice mail. "No answer," she sighed as she hung up the phone.

"But it kept ringing..." Reid frowned. JJ nodded. "That means it's still on."

Hotch was out of his seat before Reid finished talking. The others were on his heals. They raced out of the BAU and saw Kevin punching in the code to Penelope's office.

"Kevin, we need you to track Morgan's cell phone now!" Hotch ordered.

"Y... y... yes, sir," the tech stuttered. He opened the door and the profilers filed in after him. He nervously turned on the computers. As soon as the system booted up the program Penelope used to track the BAU members' phones launched itself. She had them on an automatic program so all she had to do was add the logs and link it directly with her other data searches to go with Hotch's final case report to the director. He clicked on the program and saw that six dots were at the center of the map. He expanded the map and saw the seventh dot. He zoomed in on the dot and typed a few keys. He waited a few seconds and an address popped up.

"That's Morgan's house. He's at home." Rossi stated.

"Call me right away if that phone so much as moves!" Hotch barked to Kevin as the team ran out of the office.

Derek pulled into his driveway and stopped when he saw the arm of his mailbox was up. He got out of the SUV and drew his weapon. He remembered checking the mail before discovering that Penelope was missing and the arm was not up then. He peered inside and saw a phone. He pulled the phone out and checked it over before turning it on.

His own phone started to ring while the new phone started up. He checked and saw that it was Kate calling him. He looked down at the new phone and saw several text messages. He opened the first and his heart clenched. It was a picture of an unconscious Penelope lying on asphalt. He could see Esther's open door in the background. The next was a video. She was wearing a tiny white nightie and had a wooden box over her head. He watched in horror as the camera zoomed in as she stirred awake and tried to gather her bearings. He felt utterly helpless as she screamed and cried for him. He forced himself to flip to the next message:

* Call the number in contacts list *

Derek searched the phone until he found the contacts. Only one number was in it so he clicked it and hit "send." He waited while the phone rang and rang, until a woman's computerized voice explained that the phone's voicemail box hadn't been set up. He angrily hung up the phone and before he could turn around the phone chirped to announce that a new message had been sent. He opened it and read the text as his fear and anger were overwhelming him.

* 2406 Denney St. Leave your phone here. Take this one with you. Take your car. No FBI vehicles. No GPS. No friends or your "Baby Girl" dies. Hurry up. The clock is ticking *

Derek looked around quickly. He typed out a quick text and highlighted four recipients from his contacts before sending it. He put his phone in the mailbox and closed the lid before making his way to his SUV.

Penelope gasped and swung her arms wildly as she felt someone grasp her shoulders and pull her to a sitting position before forcing her hands behind her back and handcuffing them together. She kicked out and felt someone grip her ankles before wrapping something -tape- around them. The hands released her shoulders and she felt someone hold the box on her head still. She was momentarily blinded as the box was removed from her head. Before she could do more than blink a piece of tape was slammed over her mouth and a cloth was put over her eyes. She was pulled to her feet before being swung over someone's shoulder. She kicked and fought but her captor was strong and his grip tightened the more she struggled. She knew he had carried her outside. The wind was brutal as it blew around. Raindrops hit her bare skin and she shivered from the cold.

Penelope screamed behind the tape as she was dropped onto her rear end on a cold, hard floor. Pain flared up her back and she was immediately afraid for the baby. She was still stunned as she was pushed back against a post and one of her wrists was uncuffed before both wrists were forced over her head, pulled behind the post, then recuffed. She tested her bonds and her heart sank when she realized she was trapped against the post, unable to move.

She heard metal clanging and felt someone slip something over her head. She fought and tried to squirm away but a hand on her throat had her gasping for air.

"Stop fighting or you'll set this off, Baby Girl," a smarmy voice whispered in her ear. Penelope stilled at the words. "Good girl," the voice praised and petted her head.

She had no idea what "this" was and it wasn't until she felt wires being pulled around her chest that "it" was a bomb. She forced her breathing to slow as she was afraid that the movements would set the bomb off.

"There, it's done," the same smarmy voice sounded gleeful. "I set the timer for an hour. That'll give Morgan enough time to get here but not get her out."

"Do you think he'll show up?" a different voice asked.

"Of course he'll show up. He has no idea what he's walking into. I warned him not to bring more FBI. I wouldn't mind killing the other blonde bitch but I'd rather kill Morgan," the first voice affirmed.

"And we both get our revenge. Mine for little Miss Penelope here..." He removed Penelope's blindfold and replaced it with her glasses. Her eyes widened as he picked up a stand of her hair, put it to his face, and breathed deeply into the curl. She stared at the very same pockmarked face that had invaded her sleep most of her life. Although thinner and more lined, the face of Anthony Montgomery hadn't changed much in the thirty years since Penelope saw him. Tears welled up in her eyes as his other hand traveled to down, down, until he reached her chest. He gripped his hand around her breast. "Remember me?" he whispered in her ear as he released her hair and brought his other hand up to fondle both of her breasts. "I've never forgotten you. I just knew you'd grow up to be beautiful. I wondered every day what you looked like. Your clothes are so pretty. The pro we found didn't look half as good as you in that dress."

Penelope furrowed her brows and looked down at herself. She couldn't stop the tears of shame that fell when she saw that she had been stripped of her clothes and put in a very skimpy white lace nightie and matching panties. Several different colored wires were snaked around her chest and criss-crossed over her neck. She turned her head away when one of Montgomery's hands trailed down the nightie's split bodice to her exposed stomach, than down to her sex.

"C'mon, man. You'll get your revenge soon enough." Penelope looked up at the voice of her other captor and recognized Malcolm Ford instantly. "I want to put as much distance between us and Morgan and that bomb as possible."

"I know," Montgomery sighed as he reluctantly pulled his hands away from Penelope. "I wanted one last feel," he explained. He re-checked the wires and leaned over her side to fiddle with something. Penelope felt the wires move against her skin and guessed the bomb was behind her; she couldn't see it. Montgomery pushed himself back and straightened Penelope's nightie before kissing her on the forehead and cheek.

She watched as the two men ran quickly towards a door, leaving her alone inside the huge building. Although the warehouse was covered to protect its contents against the elements, it provided very little warmth. Please hurry, my love, she prayed over and over again in her head as she started to shake uncontrollably from both the cold and fear.

Derek pulled his SUV in front of the seemingly deserted warehouse. His gun was out before he left the SUV. There wasn't a car or person in sight. He walked slowly to the door and tried the knob. It opened right away and he slipped inside. He wanted to run forward as soon as he saw his Baby Girl chained to a post in the middle of the room but he hesitated. His heart jumped when he saw the wires wrapped around her. She looked up and her eyes widened. "Are they here?" he asked. She shook her head "no." He ran to her and holstered his gun. He knelt in front of her and gently pulled the tape off her mouth.

"Derek." Penelope burst into tears before she could say another word.

"Shh... shh..." Derek soothed. "I'm here, Baby Girl. Are you all right? Did they hurt you?" He rubbed her arms and frowned at how cold her skin was. He removed his jacket and placed it over her. Penelope continued to sob and couldn't do more than shake her head "no" at Derek's questions. He looked at the wires and saw they trailed down to a cooler set up behind the post. He looked up and saw the post that Penelope and the cooler were chained to was a support beam. Even if the bomb was small it could potentially destroy the beam and bring part of the building down on top of them.

Derek took a deep breath and opened the cooler. He frowned when he saw a basic pipe bomb. He picked up the bomb gently and the wires fell out of the side. "What the hell?" he muttered. He looked up to a sudden noise and reached for his gun. He felt an exploding pain come down over his head as darkness swallowed him up. The last thing he heard was Penelope screaming his name through her tears.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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