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Warning: There is a moment at the end not for the faint of heart.

The Night Before the Wedding

Morgan couldn't stand it anymore. He had to talk to Penelope and tonight. Tomorrow she was set to marry that fucking asshole. He couldn't believe they decided to get married so fast, spouting shit like we are meant to be and why wait when you know it's right. He growled as he picked up his whisky downing it.

How the fuck could this have gotten so bad? Penelope was meant to be with him, grow old with him, but here he was on the eve of her marrying someone else.

He threw the glass into the sink, shattering on impact. This would end tonight. He grabbed his keys and headed to her old apartment. Thank God she hadn't moved in permanently with Pierce yet. She wanted to keep wedding traditions alive or some shit.

He pounded on her door as he waited for her to answer. When she did he pushed her back into the apartment, following her in slamming the door shut.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're going to marry that fucking asshole tomorrow? Him, Pen. Really?" he said through clenched teeth.

She straightened herself upright after nearly falling over, "Excuse me, Agent Morgan?"

"Don't Agent Morgan me, Penelope. You don't need to agent someone that's been buried deep inside of you. Felt your walls clench around my dick as you came screaming my name."

He watched as her eyes narrowed at him before she spoke, "I must have been the best you ever had if you can still remember it so vividly. To bad I can't say the same," she shrugged her shoulders.

Anger ran threw him. "You know damn well you and I are meant to be together. Stop playing fucking pretend with that wannabe."

"Trust me, Morgan. I never pretend anything when I'm with him. I thought after you I'd never find a lover that could bring me to my knees like you, but then…" she moaned out he next word. "Pierce brings me to heaven and back so many times I couldn't even walk straight."

He stalked towards her, forcing her to back up against the wall. "Why are you lying to a profiler?"

He watched as her eyes blinked for a moment before speaking. "Tell me Agent Morgan, am I lying now when I say I fucking hate you? I hate everything that is about you. I thought you were my better half my soul mate in this otherwise shitty ass world but you weren't. You were coward ass little boy who because he was touched as a child couldn't trust anyone one. Not even the person he supposedly loved," she spat.

Her words felt like a bucket of cold water being thrown on him. He immediately stepped back, nearly falling over his feet. This was not the Penelope he knew.

"I don't give my heart away to everyone, Morgan. That weekend was the best weekend I had ever had. I gave you all of me that weekend; my heart, my mind and my body. And you threw it away because of needless insecurities. Yes, needless, Morgan. You should have known I would never ever do anything to break the trust of the man I love wholeheartedly."

"Penlop-"

She started moving forward forcing him backwards towards the front door, "I hate you Morgan and I never want to see you again, what you did that night was unforgivable."

He felt like the walls were caving in on him, and he quickly turned around, nearly running out of the door. He ran faster when he heard it slam shut.

With a heart full of lead, Derek shoved his way into his office at the BAU. All was quiet this late at night, and he knew he wouldn't be disturbed. In his drunken state, he let out a roar of frustration and swept everything off his desk in a fit of anger. The display of hatred toward him at Penelope's told him she still cared. Indifference, coldness would mean she completely lost her feelings for him.

But this burning, fiery rage meant something. Something he knew would still ruin his chance at a life with her. Her bringing up Buford's abuse showed she would never forgive him, even if she did love him.

Her hate would always over power her love.

He began to pace, running his hands over his face. His body became a livewire, ready to burst into flame. Nothing would calm him down. The rejection of his team, the disapproval of his mother, the pure loathing from Penelope…

He could not fix it. His life was over as he knew it, and he knew if he has to spend the rest of his days mourning the loss of the woman he loved, he would never recover. A transfer would never fix the pile of ashes his heard had crumbled to. Running away would never fix him.

Only one thing would offer him sweet solace, peace from the hell he found him in. And maybe he would go to a literal Hell for the pain he had caused his best friend. But he would rather face the fires of torment than see Penelope in the arms of another man, staring at him with enough hate to start an Armageddon.

Stumbling toward his desk, he threw himself into his chair, opening his desk drawer. At the bottom was his spare glock that he kept at the office. With shaking hands, he lifted the gun and set it on the table. The metal felt heavy in his hand, and a ringing started in his ears, deafening him. Swallowing hard, he pulled out a note pad and scribbled three words. He made sure the pad was right off to the side where it would easily be found.

Derek picked up the gun again. His hands were still now. He was ready for this, because this was all that he could do.

Without another thought, he placed the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.

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