AN: Thank you all for the support in this story. Warning- there is a lot of angst. This is going to be an angst filled story. We are both having a good time writing this story for all of you. We will have more updates soon. Enjoy.
Morgan ran into the hospital, after getting the call from Hotch, nearly wiping out when he rounded the corner. He saw Hotch and Prentiss talking to a Doctor, so he continued his quest over to them, "Is she okay? Why wasn't I called until right now?" he asked as he made it to the group.
The Doctor looked at him. "You must be Mr. Morgan? I'm Dr. Ian Hartman You are Ms. Garcia's next of kin, right? I need to discuss some things with you."
"Yeah, sure whatever you need," Derek said, still distracted, as he tried to piece together what was going on. He hadn't even registered the looks the team was giving him. "Is she awake?"
"She's had some complications, Mr. Morgan. She's going to have one hell of a recovery, but she will eventually be okay. She is going into surgery again, but before we do, I need to know if she is an organ donor? It's just a precautionary discussion, incase anything is to happen on the table."
"You're not taking her organs, are you? Are you kidding me? She's going to be fine. You just said she way going to be fine. There is no reason to even be talking about this," Morgan said angrily.
Dr. Hartman continued to talk to him and Hotch, but it fell upon deaf ears. What If something happened to her and the last thing she saw was… oh God. This couldn't be the last thing she would remember.
"I'll come and get you when you can see her it will be about another hour, or so." Dr. Hartman said, as he turned and left them standing there.
Morgan sighed heavily, his heart racing with panic. He finally looked up at his friends, and was taken aback by their looks of disdain. "What?" he snapped. "What are you looking at me like that for?"
"You and I both know why, " Hotch shot back. Prentiss had told the whole team about the phone call Penelope and her had shared right before the impacted.
"What are you talking about? She is love of my life," Morgan retorted, not registering that Hotch had hinted at knowing about the situation.
"Tell that to the woman you left in your bed," Hotch said angrily. His emotions were raw with the situation they now found themselves in. his technical analyst was lying open on a operating table while his other agent was playing dumb about his involvement.
Derek's blood ran cold. So they all knew. Somehow their knowledge of the event made the situation at the hospital all the more real. Penelope had seen him cheat on her, and what if this was the last thing she ever saw?
Morgan could see Hotch and Prentiss talking to him, but he couldn't hear any words. He could tell Hotch was angry and Prentiss was upset but he didn't care. At this moment he just needed to see her with his own eyes, and hopefully fix everything.
Garcia didn't know what was going on. Her head was killing her, and her body was in excruciating pain. She couldn't open her eyes, and she felt a tube in her throat making it hard for her to breath.
"Ms. Garcia, you need to relax for me." Dr. Hartman spoke, "You're in the hospital. You were involved in a car crash. I need to see if you can you open your eyes for me?"
She slowly opened her eyes, only to close them again as the light blinded her.
"The light is going to be rough for a couple of hours, Ms. Garcia. You've been unconscious for four days. Your lungs seem to be working better now, so I'm going to take the tube out." He walked over to the side of the bed grabbing the breathing tube in his hand, "You're going to feel a sharp pain, kind of like the wind being knocked out of you, but it will go away. Okay, three… two… one." He pulled the tube out, causing her to shoot up and cough.
"Welcome back, Ms. Garcia. You gave us quite a scare there when you wouldn't wake up. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?" Dr. Hartman asked as he moved to the end of her bed.
In a raspy voice she answered him. "I was on the phone crying to Emily. And then a truck came out of nowhere."
"Okay, try to relax, it's going to be heard to talk," he said softly, " your story follows what Ms. Prentiss told us. So I do not believe there is any memory loss. Ms. Garcia, you have had a horde of people waiting for you, would you like me to send them in?"
She thought for a moment, her chest hurt but not because of the accident. "Who is out there?" she said timidly, "I only want to see Hotch and Prentiss, please."
Dr. Hartman nodded and headed out of the room, over to the group of agents still waiting. "Well, I have some good news for you all. Ms. Garcia is awake and breathing on her own."
"Thank God," Morgan said, getting up to move to her room.
"I'm sorry, Sir, she only requested to speak with Mr. Hotchner and Ms. Prentiss." Dr. Hartman told the group.
Morgan's heart plummeted. Her not wanting to see him that only meant one thing. She remembered.
Prentiss stood up from her chair walking over to the doctor. "What does she remember?"
"Everything up in till the impact of the other vehicle," Dr. Hartman confirmed, " I did some tests with her."
Morgan froze. He had to see her and make everything right again.
"Sir, you need to sit down. Ms. Garcia requested to only speak with Ms. Prentiss and Mr. Hotchner," Dr. Hartman reiterated.
"No, she needs to understand it didn't mean anything. I was drunk," Morgan said, moving towards her room.
"Sir, you need to sit down before I call security," the doctor said, grabbing his attention.
Morgan was so distraught; he didn't know what to do. All he knew was that he needed to fix this, before it got any worse.
"Hey Garcia, how are you doing?" Hotch asked, walking into the room seeing a barely awake Penelope.
"Physically or mentally?" she asked, not meeting his eyes.
"Both," he said, honestly.
"My body hurts like hell, but that doesn't compare to how much my heart hurts right now." She felt tears well in her eyes. "Please keep him away."
"Garcia, he wants to apologize." Emily said, softly.
"No, I won't except it. You know, I should have known better than to ever let him in, I knew he would never settle down. Not only is he losing me as his girlfriend, but also his best friend. I'll never forgive him for this," she said as the tears started to spill out. She would not lower herself to be with someone that though so little of their relationship to cheat on her. She was much stronger than that.
Morgan had followed them to the room and was waiting outside. When he heard those words he lost it and burst into the room ready to plead and grovel to get her back. "Baby girl, I'm so sorry please don't say that. Oh God, I love you so much I made a mistake. I am so sorry."
Garcia refused to look at him. "Hotch, give us the room," she said firmly. I need to talk to Morgan…alone."
Derek watched as Prentiss and Hotch exchanged glances. He could tell they were debating it, but in the end they left the room, casting dark looks at Morgan as they passed.
As soon as their friends were out the door, Penelope lifted her eyes to look at Derek. Fury lit up her brown eyes, and she glared at him ferociously.
"Take this in, because this is the last time we're ever going to talk," she hissed. "I want nothing to do with you anymore."
He blanched at her words. "You don't mean that! Don't throw away what we have. We are meant to be!"
She laughed. "You did not just say that to me! You know what? Screw you. You threw away whatever it was we had when you said you didn't trust me enough. Instead of you talking to me like a normal relationship, you go and fuck the first woman you can find. I'm done with you..."
Morgan's heart stopped. "Wh – what do you mean?"
"Make no mistake, I'm not going anywhere, Morgan. I'll be everywhere you are. You'll forever look at me and realize what you lost," she said coldly. "And when I find someone who will love me for me, and never cheat on me, I'll make sure you know every step of the way."
"Penelope, please!" Derek begged. "Don't do this. I know I fucked up, and I'm so sorry. I'll never forgive myself for it. But –"
"Have a good life, Morgan. And by good life, I really mean I hope you have a miserable life."
"Penelope –" Derek tried again, now realizing the true gravity of his mistake.
She shook her head. "How could I ever believe you loved me? Instead of trying to talk to me, you went off and screwed some chick?" She laughed bitterly. "Well, I'm never making that mistake again. You won't be coming near me anymore."
Derek shook his head, not wanting to believe what was happening. He'd almost lost her to a car accident, but now that she was well and truly alive, he was losing her to his own stupidity. "Please, Penelope," he said, his voice hoarse. "I love you."
Penelope stared at him for a long moment, but he couldn't read her at all. It wasn't until she raised her hand and pointed at the door that he realized he had lost her, likely forever.
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