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Emily heard the crash on the other end of the phone. "Penelope?" She could hear the commotion, but Penelope wasn't saying anything. "Penelope? Are you there? Are you alright?"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Emily put her cellphone on speaker and placed it on the counter, frantic. She grabbed her house phone to call Hotch. She didn't want to hang up the phone with Penelope, just in case she finally responded, but she knew she needed to get ahold of someone to help. Her fingers shook as she dialed.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, it's Emily. I think Penelope's been involved in a car accident, and I don't know where she is, and she's not responding," Emily said in a panic.

"Back up Emily, start from the beginning," Hotch said.

"She called me crying, saying she went to Morgan's to see if he was okay, but she found him in bed with another woman. She was headed to my house when I heard the accident. She's not answering and I have no idea where she is," Emily answered, trying to keep her voice steady. She kept looking at her cellphone hoping to hear anything from Penelope.

Hotch was taken back, he couldn't believe Derek would actually cheat on Penelope. Derek had called him over the weekend to clear it with him about their relationship. He had told him that if it weren't okay he'd transfer. Derek seemed so in love when he spoke about it on the phone, something had to cause him to cheat on her and so suddenly too. But right now he didn't need to worry about that, now Penelope was hurt. "I'll get Lynch to trace her cell so we can get her help. I'll call you right back."

Hotch hung up with Emily and dialed Lynch, with a thousand questions running through his head. When Lynch answered, Hotch started to bark orders letting his emotions show, "Lynch, it's Hotch I need you to trace Garcia's number and get me the location and also send an ambulance."

"Is everything okay?"

"Just do as I ask," Hotch demanded as he grabbed his keys and headed to his car.

Lynch was quiet for a moment, until he got the location. "Okay I'm sending her location to you now."

How could Morgan have been so stupid to not trust her? He instantly assumed the worst when he saw her with that guy? He should have known his Baby Girl would never do anything to hurt him. He was so distraught that the first person that showed him interest at the bar he asked to take home.

Fuck he was an idiot.

As soon as Derek got back into his apartment, he kicked the woman out, telling her never to come around him again.

He was now frantically on his way to Penelope's apartment to apologize and try to somehow fix the situation he had gotten himself into. He needed to explain to her what happened. She knew he had major trust issues. It was no excuse, but he had to try. He couldn't live without her in his life.

Normally he would have taken the back roads to her apartment but he knew getting on the highway he would get there faster. And that was his main goal right now; get to Penelope as soon as possible.

When he merged on to the highway, he saw three ambulances coming towards him sirens blaring, he could tell they were on there way somewhere bad and he hoped it wouldn't cause any traffic delays getting to Penelope's.

When he arrived, her Caddy, Ester, was nowhere to be found. He looked around for any sign of her, but when he found nothing, he opted to wait outside. About fifteen minutes of frantic pacing it donned on him that she must have gone to JJ or Emily's. He hopped back into his vehicle and drove by Emily's first. To his chagrin there was no Ester in sight when he made it to Emily's. Even Emily's car was missing.

He then drove by JJ's house and once again there were no car's there.

His heart started to race as he started to panic even more now. What if she disappeared, and he never got to apologize to her? What if he lost his chance?

He slammed his hands onto the steering wheel in frustration. Fuck, he was so stupid and insecure and now he'd probably lost the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Morgan took a deep breath. He needed to think like Penelope, where would she go if she were upset? He thought back to all of the places she had talked about or they had gone. If he had to look all night, he would.

He had to find her.

"I'm here for Penelope Garcia," Hotch said, hurrying into the Potomac General Hospital Emergency Room. He looked around for the nearest doctor, frantic to get information on his technical analyst. Lynch managed to trace Penelope's cellphone, but when Hotch had arrived at the scene she had already been taken to the hospital.

The situation had not been good. At the scene he saw Ester mangled and turned over on its side with a truck pinned up next to it. One of the police officers at the scene had told him the other drive had died on impact. The office also, informed him, he suspected it was the other driver's fault; the truck reeked of alcohol.

Striding to the nurses' station, he placed his hands on the counter. "Do you have a patient by the name of Penelope Garcia?" he demanded. "She was in a car accident."

The nurse looked up at him. "What's your relation to this person?" she asked.

Hotch flashed his badge. "I'm her boss, SSA Aaron Hotchner," he snapped. "Tell me if she's okay or not."

The nurse's eyes went wide, and she fumbled with a chart to set it down. "Let me check for you," she said, typing in the name on her computer. She bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, her doctor is Dr. Hartman. Let me page him for you."

Hotch rubbed his face and nodded his thanks. He waited with anxiety for Dr. Hartman to come give him the news on Penelope. When someone approached him in scrubs and a surgical cap, he straightened up. The man extended his hand.

"I'm Dr. Ian Hartman," the doctor introduced himself. He shook Hotch's hand. "You're Ms. Garcia's boss?"

Gulping, Hotch nodded. "Yes," he said hoarsely, not liking the grim expression on the doctor's face. "What news do you have on her for me?"

Dr. Hartman crossed his arms over his chest. "Ms. Garcia is in surgery right now," he reported, his face remaining grim. "The EMTs had trouble with her on the way here; she coded several times. She lost a lot of blood and has some severe head trauma, but she's hanging in there right now."

Hotch breathed a sigh of relief. "Is she going to be okay, then?" he asked.

"Her chances are good," the doctor said. "She's got a helluva recovery ahead of her, but she's going to be just fine. Right now I have to head back to surgery, but I'll come back out with an update as soon as I can.

Hotch watched as the doctor walked away once again. The breath in his lungs slowly let out. How could this have happened just now? He could hardly believe how the course of this day had gone. Everything seemed fine this morning, and then he'd gotten the call from Emily that threw it all to hell. And this situation was only becoming worse with what Morgan had thrown into the mix.

Sinking into the nearest chair, he pulled his phone out to call Prentiss.

Morgan was frantically combing the streets, looking for any sign of Penelope. He went to all of her hangouts, and no matter where he looked, he couldn't find her. He looked at his watch. It was now quarter to nine at night. He'd been looking for her for four hours now. He drove by her house one more time. When he saw no caddy, he hit his steering wheel again in frustration. Where the hell could she have gone?

As he was nearing hopelessness in his search for her, his phone rang.

"Morgan," he growled as he rubbed his forehead tiredly.

"Morgan it's Hotch, I need you to come to the hospital."

"Why?" He didn't have time for this. Right now he needed to find Penelope and get her to understand he made a mistake.

"It's Garcia, she was in a severe car crash. They are still in surgery, but we need you to sign some forms since you're her next of kin."

His stomach bottomed out. "Fuck, I'm on my way."