Garcia's POV

A few hours had passed after Derek called for the cell trace and I hadn't heard a single word from him or ANYONE for that matter. I shouldn't be too worried, I mean they are professionals when it comes to this sort of thing but still! Someone always shoots me a text telling me they're on their way home. I shouldn't worry too much about it though, there are other things I need to focus on besides this, like what the hell I'm going to do once the divorce is finalized. Where was I going to live, what was I going to do when it came to work. Yes, I could remain professional but what happens when things become too awkward?

Currently, I was at home, packing a bag to go stay at a hotel. Space between the two of us until the initial feelings of anger and betrayal are over. Just as I zipped the bag closed, I heard the front door softly creek open.

My palms began sweating as I snapped my head towards the direction of the door as I called out "Who's there?"

"It's just me Penelope." There was something- off in Derek's voice as I heard the front door close behind him. I may be divorcing him, but I've known him for over ten years. I know when there's something wrong with him.

"Everything ok? You sound- different."

"Yeah, everything's alright. It's just been a long day." Normally, I would have believed him when he said that. And I was about to do just that, until I heard a small groan come from Morgan as I heard him mutter "Son of a bitch", underneath his breath. Yeah, a long day my ass.

Within a flash, I had flown down the stairs and into the living room. When I laid eyes on Derek, I saw the gauze that was tightly wrapped around his left bicep. A small red spot appeared on the otherwise blank gauze, presumably from whatever injury he had that started to bleed through the gauze.

"What the fuck happened to your arm?!" I asked, half wanting to strangle the shit out of him but the calm side of me winning out as a concerned tone crept into my voice.

"It's nothing to worry about Garcia, a bullet just grazed my arm, stings more than anything." He answered, waving his hand in the air as if the situation was no big deal.

"THE BULLET JUST GRAZED YOU?" I couldn't help it as my voice started to rise."You've got to be kidding me, Derek! Let me guess, you were putting yourself in the line of fire again, right? Did you even bother to call for backup this time or did your hero complex take over again?" What could I say, this was a common factor in our life together. He'd come home bruised or bloodied because he thought he could take the bad guy on by himself and I'd find myself getting pissed at him

"If I hadn't chased after the guy when I did, he would have gotten away-"

"Both you and I know that is complete bullshit! The guy wouldn't have gotten much further if any further while you waited thirty seconds for backup to show." I sighed, knowing that talking to him about this would just be beating the dead horse.

"You know, talking about this is pointless, you have no regards towards what other people might think if you were to get hurt." The minute the sentence fell from my lips, I winced. Sure, I was mad at him but there was no reason to be a dick to him.

I watched as Derek's eyes narrow and the muscle in his jaw tightened. "I don't think about other huh? You know, there's a reason I don't want to start a family."

"What's the big fucking excuse you're going to come up with this time, huh?" Shit, I'm really going to have to work on my brain to mouth filter.

"Because I don't want what happened to me to happened to them!" Derek's loud voice cut through the otherwise quiet room like a knife.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I spend a giant fucking portion of my childhood without my father, I didn't grow up with one because of the line of work my father was in. I don't even want the remote possibility of those kids growing up without a father because I know how much it fucking sucks. I'm not going to put them through that!" Derek was practically panting as the anger and frustration were practically radiating off his skin.

"Working with the BAU is something I love doing with every fiber of my being. The feeling of adrenaline going through my system as we chase down these serial killers or whatever the hell they are is indescribable. I couldn't give it all up to sit behind a desk, I just- wouldn't be able to do it. It wouldn't be fair to put kids through the torture of wondering whether their father is going to come home to them every night once their old enough to think that way." He sighed momentarily before continuing. "I just- I wouldn't be able to do it. I'm sorry Penelope."

Him telling me I'll never have kids with him is the most soul-shattering experience I'll ever go through. I feel as though my own heart has been ripped from my body, then squeezed in a vice-like grip right in front of my lifeless eyes.

I've always gone through my adult life with the thought of you have kids with the person you marry, the guy who you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with. What's the sense of having kids if it's not with that guy?

I cleared my throat in an attempt to stop the tears from spilling from my eyes. He wasn't going to see me cry, not this time.

"Well, thanks for that information. Now if you excuse, I've got some uh- errands to run." I walked around Derek on my way to the front door.

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry-"

"No, it's fine, really. It's not like I really wanted to have a family anyways." Without looking back, I grabbed my keys that were by the front door and left the house, afraid to turn around. It wasn't until I was in the car and exiting the driveway that I let the tears stream down my face at the fact that my one dream in life was crushed.

3 hours later

I'm sitting at this bar not far from the house with a glass of cranberry juice in front of me. What can I say, I've never been much of a drinker. I stopped crying quite some time ago but my eyes burned like hell. With the inside of me still destroyed as ever, I sat on the vinyl bar stool and thought about how my life has gone to complete shit. I've never felt as empty as I do right now.

As my eyes bore into the wall in front of me, I heard someone slide onto the barstool next to me. Why do I have a feeling it's Derek?

I turned around, prepared to yell at him for following me here but shut my mouth when I realized it wasn't him. Rather, it was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a military crew cut. This guy looked like he came straight from a military base with his white shirt, camo cargo pants, and black combat boots.

"What are you doing here?" The man asked me as he too stared straight ahead of him.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, people come into a bar to drink alcohol, not a glass of cranberry juice. So what is it, why you here?" I don't know what it was, maybe it was the hurricane of emotions that were currently coursing through my veins, but I actually wanted to tell this man what happened.

"Eh, I'm just trying to avoid my soon to be ex-husband for as long as I can," I told him truthfully as I gulped down another mouth of cranberry juice.

"Shit, I know what that's like."

"I don't think you do.." I found myself muttering under my breath. Mr. Army guy must have heard me because let his eyes fall on me as a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"My soon to be ex-husband just told me he would never have kids with me because of his job. I've always wanted to be a mom and him telling me that, well it just pretty much crushed my heart." The man chuckled under his breath as he raised a beer bottle up to his lips.

"I take it back when I said I knew what it's like."

"What sucks more about it is the fact that-" I was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. As weird as this sounds, I would know the sound of that throat-clearing anywhere- Derek.

"So not only do you have to make me out to be the bad guy between us, but you have to make strangers think I'm this douchebag of a guy too-"

"I actually don't think you're a douchebag-"

"Did I ask you?" Morgan practically growled out at the guy before turning my body on the chair to face him.

"You know what Derek, I've had to here with your fucking bullshit-" I stood up from the chair to stare at him. "I'm sure this isn't the first time I've or anyone else for that matter has told you this but god your such an asshole! If this child inside of me is anything like you are Morgan, it's going have a fucking whirlwind of a time growing with you as his father-"

His eyes widened as he looked me in the eyes "I'm sorry, rewind a little bit. What did you just say?"

"I said that you're an asshole-"

"No I got the you calling me an asshole part loud and clear, I'm talking about AFTER that-" I froze for a moment, realizing what I had just said.

"I don't know what you're talking about he-" Derek cut me off before I could say anything else.

"Really? Cause I could have sworn you said something along the lines of 'child inside of me' and 'you as his father'."

"Alright!" I yelled out, loud enough for the entire bar to hear. "I'm pregnant with the child you don't want to have, happy?" Both Derek and Arm Guy's mouths dropped open as they stared at me.