AN: Thank you for all of the continued support with this story. This is going to be a rough one, but there is a plan in place. I promise. I will try my best to answer your questions, if you happen to have any, without giving anything away. Evgrrl09 and I have been working hard on bring this story to life for you.

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Five Months Later

Morgan sat back as he watched Penelope hang all over her boyfriend. Fucking Pierce Daniels. Since that night she threw him out of the hospital room, his life had gone down hill drastically. She meant it when she told him she never wanted anything to do with him ever again. He tried countless times to apologize to her, but nothing. She was so cold to him, going as far as to call him Agent Morgan when they needed to speak.

He thought he would eventually break down her walls, but that was before Agent Daniels was transferred to the BAU. He was a regular Abercrombie model. He had women fawning all over him, but he was only interested in his bubbly blonde.

Penelope had been released to half duty right about the time Daniels joined the team. Hotch thought it would be good for someone to stay back with Penelope, seeing as she was still technically recovering, and being that Daniels was new and didn't know the ropes yet, he became her right hand man, staying back and helping from the office whenever they needed it.

Morgan would have demanded Hotch let him stay behind to help Garcia if he'd known that by the time they would have gotten back from their first case Daniels and Garcia would be an item.

She was right when she had told him she would flaunt her new relationship.

She made no attempt to hide the happiness she was now feeling. God, he hated Daniels. He was always up Penelope's ass. Whenever he saw her, Daniels was right there, holding the door for her, handing her coffee, anything and everything.

Like right now, Penelope was sitting on top of Daniels desk as he was sitting in his chair almost in the vee of her legs, as they joked about God knew what. All he knew was, Daniels was way to close to her area for his liking. If anyone should be that close to her right now, it should have been him. He saw Daniels rubbing circles on her thigh, and every once and a while he'd let his fingers slip under the hem of her skirt. That irritated him more.

He had one weekend of pure bliss and than nothing. The feel of her under him, the taste of her skin on his lips, the rightness of himself buried inside of her, haunted him day and night.

"Morgan."

He was brought out of his thoughts as JJ entered his office. "Yeah?"

"Hotch let us out early. We all talked about going to MacLaren's for a drink. And I guess we thought we should ask you along," she stated, looking a little nervous.

That's what he had been reduced to, a second thought amongst his team. Yeah if they needed someone to break down a door they'd think of him, but if it was any social outing, he was excluded or only asked as an after thought.

That night all those months ago, he not only lost the love of his life, he also lost all respect from his team.

"Yeah, JJ. I'd like to go, " he said, glancing out to the bullpen. Maybe he could get Penelope alone for a few minutes and talk.

They had been gathered around at their normal table for quite some time now. Hotch and Rossi were discussing a case. Emily, JJ, and Reid were talking about some art show they wanted to go to and Daniels and Garcia were huddled up together in the corner sharing kisses and laughing.

Morgan was sick of it. He didn't want to be witness to the perfect happy couple anymore. He was having a horrible night.

Every time he tried to get Garcia alone to talk, Daniels would show up out of nowhere. Morgan went as far as to wait for Garcia outside the bathroom but like a fucking dog waiting for its master, Daniels showed up right on cue the second she left the bathroom.

"Hi handsome, wanna dance?" the sixth woman of the night asked him.

Morgan turned to the voice for a moment, peeling his gaze from the happy couple to let his eyes travel the stranger's body. She was beautiful, tall model like, with brunette hair. She did nothing for him. Her skin was too dark, her hair not blonde enough, and her eyes not deep enough. She wasn't Penelope.

"No, I'm here with my friends," he stated dryly.

"I've been watching you. You've barely spoken to any of them the last half hour, baby," the woman cooed.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Lady, you have absolutely nothing I want, or ever want. So why don't you high tail it back over to your desperate housewives group and leave me alone?"

The lady was taken back with Morgan's out pouring of disgust. She turned on her heel leaving in a huff.

"Wow, could you have been more of an asshole?" Prentiss asked.

Morgan shrugged his shoulders in response as he looked at his teammates.

"Anyway," Daniels started, bringing his attention back to Penelope, "I wanted this to be all planned and be a huge romantic gesture. But I honestly can't wait."

He moved to stand up pushing Penelope out of his lap, forcing her up as well. "Ask Reid, him and I work on making this perfect. We talked about all the things you liked and what you would truly deserve, but I can't go on a day longer not knowing your answer."

Morgan watched in horror as Daniels descended to one knee in front of Penelope.

"Penelope, I know we have only been together for a short time, but in that short time you have become an necessity to me. It's like I need you around to even breath. You are the most amazing person I have ever met in my life, sweetheart. You bring so much joy and happiness to me, that I know I want you with me, by my side forever." He pulled out the ring from his pocket. "Will you, Penelope Garcia, do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

The world stood still for Morgan as he watched; the one woman he was ever meant to love throw herself into Daniels arms screaming, "Yes!"

An: There is a plan I promise!