Potomac General Hospital – Evening –

"She hasn't moved since they brought him to his room." JJ began.

The doctors had given them permission to see him and Garcia had been the first to go in; that was over an hour ago and she hadn't moved from his side.

"She needs to be in her own hospital bed." Hotch added.

"Yeah, good luck with that."

Reid, like the others knew far too well about the unexplainable bond between Morgan and Garcia. Way before they'd admitted their feelings for each other the two were inseparable. The team and everyone else had remained baffled at what kept the two of them from making it official.

"That was too close! Way too close."

Rossi had grown to consider Garcia like the daughter he'd never had and Morgan was like his long lost son. Thinking about how close he'd come to losing the two of them made him shiver as he joined the rest of them waiting in the hallway. The only consolation was that Kevin Lynch was cooling his heels behind bars and they had reached Garcia and Morgan in time before things had ended a lot worse. Still, it wasn't enough; jail was too good for the leach Lynch. He'd done the unthinkable in attacking Garcia; she didn't deserve that and his jealously had nearly cost them two lives.

She felt his hand move; it was slight and for a moment she thought she'd imagined it. Her thoughts of the last several hours had caused her mind to wander and her eyes to drift but when she looked back at him his eyes were open staring at her watching with an intensity that stilled her for a moment before she stood placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Hello Handsome."

He maintained his silence and focus on her examining every inch of her with his eyes searching for any signs of damage. Slowly he raised his arm and lightly brushed the side of her face as she lowered herself on the side of the bed careful not to hurt him.

"Baby Girl, I'm sorry…"

"Shh…for what?"

"I should have gotten there sooner. I should have…"

"Stop it!"

She held his hand against her face then kissing the palm before bringing it back down to his side as he grimaced in pain.

"You saved me. You and the team were right on time."

"But…"

"But nothing. Now, there are four people out in the hall who want to see you. I think we better let them in before they get arrested for loitering."

He nodded as Garcia glanced across the room to the large window and waved the others inside. Moments later the door opened and the rest of the team entered smiles of relief plastered on their faces. JJ took the spot on the other side of his bed while Hotch, Rossi and Reid stood around the foot of the bed.

"We got Kevin." Hotch began. "He's going away for a long time."

"Well, as soon as I get out of here I'm going to save the taxpayers a few dollars."

"Morgan, let the system handle this."

Hotch couldn't blame him. He wanted to kill Kevin himself; he'd crossed the line and he wasn't sure a long sentence in prison was sufficient. Still, he had to maintain the by-the-book emotionless stance in front of the others.

"Baby Girl, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, Stud Muffin. Just focus on getting better."

The next hour was spent talking about anything that didn't remind them of Kevin Lynch and what he had done. They each had already hatched plans in their heads to end Kevin's life; plans that they would never admit to or share but nonetheless they all hated him more than ever now and none of them would shed a tear if somehow the psycho computer geek mysteriously met an untimely death while awaiting trial.

Quantico Police Department –

Kevin sat alone in the small interrogation room impatiently waiting for whatever would come next. This was the same room that Morgan had occupied only hours before as he was being questioned for murder. His foot tapped rapidly against the tile floor and he fidgeted with his hands; two nervous habits that annoyed Penelope, his Plum Sauce.

He'd come so close to having his revenge against the two people who'd hurt him more than he thought anyone could be hurt. She was his girl friend and he had given her far too many years of his undying devotion to be treated like a piece of garbage. Even now he could still hear her moans and grunts the sight of Derek's naked body on top of her thrusting in and out of her and groaning out her name. It made him sick to see. She'd replaced him in a flash with the man he'd always suspected she loved. He felt like a fool never in his wildest dreams did he ever think a man like Derek Morgan would want his Penelope and in fact, he'd told her that on several occasions when they would fight over their twisted friendship. She'd never sounded that way when they'd made love, never was she so content…his name had never sounded like that falling from her lips.

The door opened and Detective Mark Brice entered the room staring at the pitiful sight before him. Slowly the puffy battered face of Kevin Lynch turned to face the detective approaching and taking the seat across from him.

"Kevin Lynch, man you really fucked up! Do you know how much trouble you're in?"

Kevin's anger began to ignite as he shifted in his chair and leaned towards the other man. Trouble? He didn't know the meaning of trouble all of his plans were shot to hell and Penelope and Morgan were still in one piece. Trouble? Trouble was just getting started.

"You had it all planned out didn't you? Flawless! You'd just fake your death, Agent Morgan would go down for the murder and you'd take your pretty little matching tech geek and ride off into the sunset." Brice continued angrily.

"I could have worked!" Kevin shouted fuming. "It should have worked!"

Kevin jumped up knocking his chair over forgetting he was handcuffed to the table. Pain shot through his wrist and every other place that Derek had beaten and kicked him the night before.

"Sit down! You are a pathetic loser, Lynch! What made you think you were any match for the BAU?"

"The BAU? They're nothing but a bunch of college educated, gun-toting, overpaid jerks! I had them! I had them beat! She was in my hands and all I had to do was take her!"

"What happened? What happened to your, 'perfect plan'? From where I'm sitting it looks like all you got out of this whole thing was a serious ass kicking!"

Kevin sat up momentarily looking at the detective fighting to compose himself. He knew that he wasn't alone in the mess that was now his life and he wasn't going take the blame for what had happened and more importantly, he wasn't going down alone.

"You want to know what happened, Detective? You want to know why I'm sitting here handcuffed to this table like an animal?"

"As a matter of fact I do. Tell me, Kevin, what happened?"

"My plans failed because I trusted my cousin to hold up his end of the bargain! He promised me that he would make sure that I had all the time I needed with Penny! I had her and my plan would have worked too but I made one mistake, one fatal error and that was trusting an incompetent, bone-headed idiot like YOU!"

Mark Brice sat angrily staring at the black and blue face of his first cousin. He hated the blonde hair, didn't know what he was thinking with that choice; red would have been more appropriate. At any rate he was stunned into temporary silence at the accusation of being the reason for the failure of his plans. They'd been outrageously and arrogantly ridiculous from the start and he wasn't sure why he'd agreed to go along. Perhaps it was his jealousy and dislike of the pampered well-dressed federal agents. He'd dreamed of being one of them and had even applied at least a dozen times only to be denied over and over again.

He knew his cousin wouldn't take this sitting down and he wasn't going down alone. He was always a whiner; even from childhood he would tattle on him and his brothers for every little thing. He hadn't changed he could see it in his eyes. Kevin was a despicable spoiled little rat and now he was a threat to everything he had achieved. It was no way in hell he was going to allow his little punk of a cousin to ruin his life.

No way in hell!