Michael and I had to stay out in the waiting room while the team talked with Penelope. Morgan was the first one out, and I watched in confusion as he walked over and punched a wall.

Spencer made a beeline for him. "You need to calm down." he said, and Morgan glared at him.

"Don't tell me how to be."

I walked over, balancing Michael on my hip. "What happened? Did she say?" I asked him, and he shook his head.

"Ariel, what do you remember about Garcia's mystery date?" Morgan asked me, and his face was unusually stern.

"I think she said his name was James… he works as a lawyer, I think. Other than that, not much. Why?"

"Because he was the one who shot her." he answered grimly.

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Ariel's P.O.V.

I looked at my husband in shock for a moment before I managed to process what he actually said.

"Oh my god." I whispered. "This is all my fault."

Morgan looked at me in shock, while Spence just looked resigned. "Ari-bear, this isn't your fault." he said, trying to comfort me.

"Hold up." Morgan said, moving and taking Michael from me - most likely to keep himself from doing something that he'd regret, like punching a hole through a hospital wall. "How is this your fault?"

"She told Garcia that she should go on the date." Spencer explained quietly as I walked a short ways away, running my hand through my hair and then wincing when it got caught on my engagement ring. It took me a minute or two to untangle it, and by the time I had, I had calmed down just slightly.

"So what's the plan?" I asked once I walked back over.

"You're taking Michael home," Morgan said, passing my son back over to me. "While we try and solve this case."

I nearly laughed, and out of the corner of my eye I could see my husband run a hand through his hair, like he tended to do when he was frustrated.

I had to stand on my tiptoes to pat his shaved head. "Very funny, Derek." I said. "I can help."

"Oh yeah?" he scoffed. I knew that normally he wouldn't have been reacting like this, but he was freaking out because it was Penelope who was hurt. "Just what are you gonna do?"

"Just let me know when she's done with the sketch artist, alright?" I told him, before turning on my heel and heading into Penelope's hospital room.

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Penny grinned tiredly as soon as she saw us, holding out her arms for Michael. I laid him down gently in her arms, making sure that he wasn't in the way of any medical equipment.

She immediately started fussing over him, something that she did every time that she saw our little boy.

"Hi, Michael!" she said with as much cheerfulness as she could muster, moving so that she could slowly sign along with what she was saying. When Spencer came home and told me that his team had all started to learn sign language, I couldn't help but break down into tears. We were all slowly getting better, although Spencer was still the best out of all of our family. But we knew that by the time he was old enough to actually start talking, everyone would hopefully be at least close to fluent.

"How are you feeling, Penny?" I asked, folding my arms around my waist.

"Sore. Tired." she admitted, before dropping her voice slightly. "Mostly stupid."

"It's not your fault." I told her immediately. "You couldn't have known that something was wrong."

"But I should have." she protested. "I spend most of my time around profilers, sweet pea. How could I have not realized that something was wrong?"

"Because you spend most of your time around profilers." I answered honestly. "And yet you still manage to be trusting, and wonderful, and see the best in everyone. And considering how cynical they can get -" that got a pained laugh out of Penny, which made me feel a little better, "that's pretty impressive." I finished, and she smiled.

"How is it that you always know what to say?" she asked, and I laughed softly.

"I don't know what to say to that, sorry." I teased, trying to get her to laugh for even a second. I figured that that would be the best way to get her mind off of everything that was happening.

"How is this going to end, Ariel?" she asked, and in that moment it was clear just how afraid she was. "I don't want to die."

"Don't worry." I said, trying to be as reassuring as possible. "Do you really think that Derek Morgan is going to let anything else happen to you? Not to mention the rest of the team."

"You're right." she agreed, and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course I'm right." I said, earning myself another laugh.

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It was hours before anything new happened - hours spent being bored to tears, worrying about what was going to happen to Penny.

I ended up falling asleep in one of the hospital chairs, only waking up when I felt my husband shake me awake. I sat up quickly, rubbing my eyes clear.

"What's up, killer?" I asked, pushing my hair back out of my face.

"I just thought you'd want to know that Hotch is back with the sketch artist." he told me, and I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Thanks." I told him. That was when I heard Michael fussing. I turned to see Emily holding him, bouncing slightly as she tried to get him to calm down. Then he burped, and the look of shock on his face made me laugh. I took him off of Emily, swapping the baby out for a wet wipe to try and clean the spit up off of her shirt. "Sorry, Em." I told her, and she smiled.

"It's no problem, really."

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"Do you have the sketch?" I asked Hotch as soon as he left Penny's room, and he gave me a look.

"Morgan says that you can help." he said. "How?"

I knew that I had to phrase the next bit of what I had to say very carefully, or else I could risk my secret getting out. "I work in the music industry, remember?" I asked, and Hotch nodded. "One of the bands that I work with owes me a favor, and they have a huge following on social media. If we post this to their social media site, asking fans in the area for help…"

"We might be able to speed up the process of finding this guy." Hotch finished, giving me a rare smile. "Nice job."

I smiled right back, just glad to be able to help. "Thanks." I told him, then watched as he walked away. I turned around to head home so that I could put Michael down for a nap - his schedule was going to be severely messed up after this - and so I could post the picture on Undiscovered Nemesis' social media accounts. I froze, though, when I saw who was standing in my way.

"Agent Rossi!" I gasped, putting a hand to my chest as if that could stop my racing heart. "You scared me."

He smiled at me, but it didn't reach his eyes completely. "How many times do I have to tell you, kiddo?" he asked me. "Call me Rossi, or David. Either one works."

"Alright." I nodded before squatting down so I could try and wrestle Michael into his carseat. He hated the thing like nothing else, and I always felt so guilty when I put him in it. "What can I do for you?" I asked, once I had finally gotten him strapped in.

"So I had planned to pay for Garcia's medical treatment." he started, and immediately I started to panic slightly, able to see where he was going with this. But years of interviews and live performances had taught me to hide my emotions well.

"Is that so?" I asked as I fished around in the diaper bag for one of Michael's plugs.

He nodded. "Considering that I have more money than I know what to do with -" if it had been anyone else saying that, I most likely would have scoffed and rolled my eyes. But I knew that Rossi was merely stating a fact instead of bragging. "I thought that it would be a good use of my resources." he paused for a moment, giving me a searching look. "Imagine my surprise when I learned that everything had already been paid off - by you."

"Yeah, well, we had the money, and Spencer and I both wanted to help out." I said, trying to brush him off. "I have to go - I promised Hotch that I would get this out to my contacts." I said quickly, trying to steer the conversation in a less dangerous direction. "Plus, Michael really needs to take a nap soon or else things are gonna get ugly."

He gave me another look, but luckily let the subject drop. "Good night, kiddo." he said instead, waving at Michael. He giggled and waved back, making both of us laugh along with him.

Once we were in the elevator, I looked down at my son. "Right then, little man." I told him solemnly. "We've got work to do."

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Spencer's P.O.V.

We watched the security tapes in confusion as someone seemed to recognize the UnSub, standing up and pulling out their gun before ordering them to freeze. The man pulled out his gun, and I could hear Garcia's gasp. But it took only a few seconds for every agent in the room to be on their feet with their guns drawn and pointed at the UnSub, who quickly realized that he was outgunned, and surrendered.

It was only later that I would learn that the agent who had first noticed the man was a fan of Undiscovered Nemesis. My wife's plan had worked - and had possibly saved at least one life in the process.

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We all got back to the BAU just in time to see police leading Jason Battle out of the Bureau in handcuff. The pure hatred in his eyes as he glared at Garcia made me want to punch the man in the face, but I quickly realized that I would have to stop Morgan from doing just that.

I was glad that we had managed to catch the UnSub, but I felt bad that us finding out that he even existed came at the price of her broken heart. However, as I watched Garcia cross the room to where a dark haired man was standing, I had a feeling that something even better was about to begin.

A/N~ So this wasn't one of my best chapters ever - sorry about that. Things have been super hectic lately.

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