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Life sometimes is a huge bitch. And nobody prepares you to face such pranks.

Yes, we're all used to hearing about sad stories, watching dramatic movies or listening to heart-rending testimonies on a mid-afternoon talk show.

Penelope was one of those people who believed that bad things only happened to others. Rape, terminal illnesses ... Accidents where your parents die. The kidnapping of your daughter in your own home.

Their house was no longer a home. Without Samantha those four walls were no more than a property without meaning.

"Garcia" she heard his boss's voice "You have to tell me if someone has been bothering you"

She wanted to collaborate. After all, they just wanted to find her girl.

But it was frustrating. Her voice did not come from her throat and, frankly, she had nothing to say either.

"What the hell's on your mind?" Derek shouted angrily, walking aimlessly around the room "We're talking about Sammy!"

"It's not our fault," David Rossi replied, trying to make his younger partner come to his senses.

He more than anyone knew what he was talking about. David had been an FBI agent for too many years, enough to know that the heart is far above the mind.

Derek Morgan was a great agent and Penelope Garcia was the best in her field.
But before federal agents and above all things they were parents. Parents of missing four years girl.

"I don't care who is to blame" Derek ran his hand over his head, sighing deeply "Nobody is going to take me away from the case. I'm not going to sit here while other people look for my princess"

David breathed in slowly and let his shoulders fall a little. "Morgan ..."

Derek smiled sadly. His dark skin was pale and his eyes seemed empty.

"What's the use of saving the world, eh?" he said sharply "What's the use if I'm unable to save my own world?"

David looked at him sympathetically before sharing a look with his boss. "Hotch, can we talk for a moment?"

The other man nodded slightly and went outside.

"Why did you close your eyes?"

Derek turned to look at his girlfriend, who was looking at him with a dead gesture.

Any zombie could look better than Penelope at that time.

Her always-care blond hair was now no more than a tangle of messy hair. She had dark circles, she was pale, her lips were dry and her body was a bundle of nerves.

Her words stabbed like daggers in his heart. Because deep down, that was a reproach that he had spit in his face a hundred times.

Maybe he was not as good a father as he seemed.

What kind of man loses sight of his daughter knowing the evil that inhabits the world?

"I'm sorry" Derek mumbled, unable to look into the eyes of that desperate mom "I'm so sorry"

And they stayed there, in the middle of the room. Without moving a muscle, without almost breathing, without looking away from each other.

Their house was full of noise but it was no familiar noise to them.

No laughter could be heard, nor shoes running down the hall. That was not corn popcorn being made in the microwave. That was not Elsa and her 'Let it go'.

It was not noise but it was chaos. A coming and going of strangers who investigated every small space of their house and police exchanging theories. Their four teammates rambling on about what kind of disturbed mind could have done such a barbarity. The scientific police taking samples of the blood found in the door.

Derek felt a hand on his left shoulder. He turned around even though he already knew who it was. He could recognize she sweet perfume anywhere in the world.

"Forgive me" she whispered, her eyes still wet with tears "My comment has been out of place and it has been unfair for you"

He swallowed as he shook his head. "I have nothing to forgive. You're in your right to reproach me whatever you want. I'm a mess"

He dropped to the ground and hid his face in his hands. His huge body began to tremble as his crying made everyone keep silent.
Penelope sat beside him, as defeated as he was. But she knew that he needed her more than ever. She was her refuge, she always was. His god given solace.

She tugged at his hand to shelter him in a warm embrace. A hug that recomposed him for a few seconds.

"She'll be fine, Derek. She's strong and smart. She's our girl, baby."

Then the phone rang. All heads turned to that black device, but nobody moved. The chaos became a terrifying tranquility.

Emily Prentiss gave him the signal. Derek picked up the phone, his heart beating in his throat.

"Hello?"

"Again, Daddy! Again, Daddy! A last game!"