Derek was relieved that for now he still had custody of Hank. He wondered how far Charles and Lydia would really go to get their hands on his son. They blamed him for Savannah's death and for the fact that their marriage had been in shambles before her murder which he was certain Savanah had shared with them. Still, the time they had spent with Hank over the last two years was minimal and Derek couldn't help but feel as if the older couple were more interested in punishing him than being a permanent part of their grandson's life.

It was Saturday morning and he relished in the quiet of the apartment. He'd started to get comfortable there, but he knew that he and his son would need more room. Returning to the home he shared with Savannah was out of the question and so in the next few days while still out on bereavement, he would start a search for a new home. Somehow the thought of starting over and looking for a new house drew his mind to Penelope. She was always on his mind especially lately; then the guilt would follow and force his mind elsewhere.

"We're going to be okay; we're going to be okay."

Rossi Mansion – Morning –

Fran had invited the team over for a family picnic; after the last couple of days, they all needed it. She also wanted to lay eyes on Derek and her grandson. After the hearing Derek had insisted that he wanted to spend a few days alone with Hank. She knew that he needed to assure himself more than them that he could take care of his son and that the threat of the Hayes trying to steal Hank away would not stop him from living a normal life. So, here she was two days later antsy to see him and wanting so desperately to push time forward to a place where Derek would be happy again.

"Looks like you've invited the entire bureau for dinner, Bella."

Dave came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his wife then planting a kiss on her lips.

"You know me, I always want to make sure my babies are well fed."

"Yeah, I know you; you always cook like you're feeding an army battalion when you're worried."

Dave kissed her again and released her and headed toward the coffee bar. After filling his mug, he turned back to face her; she was lost in thought as she mindlessly peeled potatoes at the sink.

"I need you to relax; Derek is going to be fine and so is Hank."

"I know but what if these people try something crazy, what if..."

"...we'll be ready for them. I'm hoping that once Charles and Lydia calm down, they'll realize that Savannah's death wasn't Derek's fault. Right now, they need somebody to blame and it's Derek."

"It's just that he's been through so much and this is the last thing he needs."

"He's a fighter, we both know that. Derek's going to do what he must, to keep Hank right where he belongs and that's with him."

"I hope you're right."

Home of Penelope Garcia –

The thought of him making do without her, caring for Hank and himself without her being there made Penelope uneasy. She knew why she felt uneasy, and it was because she had settled for being his best friend and allowing him to pursue Savannah just to prove to himself that he could make a relationship work. She'd been a coward and what she should have done was made him prove that premise with her not Savannah. Instead, she gave herself away to meaningless relationships with Kevin then Sam. Even when he'd confided in her about the troubles in his marriage, she remained silent. In some way, Penelope felt responsible for where Derek's life ended up; regret and guilt was all consuming and those feelings were the driving force behind her support for Derek.

Penelope took one more look at her reflection before heading toward the door. She was anxious to see her friend and godson; the last two days had seemed like forever. She'd promised Fran that she would arrive early to help her set up and so she locked up and headed toward her car. Today would be a good day, no matter what she had to do to make it so, she would. It was going to be a good day; they all needed a good day.

Temporary Home of Derek Morgan –

Derek grabbed Hank's diaper bag and headed to his truck. He was dreading the looks of worry and pity, but he needed to get out of the small apartment and out among the living. He carefully locked Hank in his seat and kissed him on the forehead before closing the door.

Stokely had spent the night parked in front of the apartment complex. He watched as the man took great care in putting the toddler in the car seat behind the passenger's side of the truck. Once he locked and closed the door it was his two associates' cue to move in.

It happened so fast; Derek didn't see or hear the two men approach until it was too late. He felt a large hand clamp across his face and then the odd odor. It was too late to struggle, too late to cry out for help. All that he could think of as his vision began to blur was Hank.

Stokely made his way across the street just as the two men had gotten Derek into the front seat. Then the smaller of the two jumped behind the wheel and started the engine. Stokely pulled a syringe from his pocket and found a spot behind Derek's ear and quickly pushed the needle into his skin. Derek moaned slightly before falling still again.

"We need to hurry before someone sees us!" Stokely ordered.

The two men nodded, the larger of the two men joined little Hank in the back seat while Stokely returned to his car. In a matter of seconds, both the truck and the car had disappeared down the street out of sight.

Rossi Mansion – 1 hour later –

Everyone had arrived; everyone except Derek and Hank. Fran found herself looking out the windows and finding excuses to walk outside to the front of the estate. Both she and Penelope had tried calling Derek but with no success. She tried to reassure herself that everything was okay, but her gut was telling her otherwise.

Stokely pulled his car behind the truck and killed the engine. Just before getting out, he sent a text to another of his associates. He could hear the little tike in the backseat fussing; no doubt unsure of the strange faces and voices around him. The man in the backseat of the truck got out and rushed around to the front passenger seat and opened the door. Derek was still unconscious and unaware of where he was or what was happening. The man who was still behind the wheel grabbed Derek's arm and then began running his fingers down the inside of his arm stopping at the bend and tapping, tapping on his vein. Satisfied to have found the perfect spot, the man tied a narrow rubber strap around Derek's arm.

"Hurry up!" Stokely ordered.

Hank began to cry.

Derek flinched slightly as the needle was pushed into his arm. After the liquid had disappeared into his arm, the man tossed the needle on the floor between Derek's legs, leaving the strap in place.

"Hey boss."

Stokely turned toward the scantily clad woman who had approached. She had a small bag of what looked like trash in her hands. She bent down slightly and looked into the window at the unhappy baby.

"Cute kid," then, "I brought the stuff you wanted; now what?"

Stokely eyed the woman before answering. They'd worked together before, and he'd grown to trust her.

"Now we set the scene. When we leave you know what to do, right?"

"Of course, I make a call to the police as a concerned citizen who just happened to be out for my afternoon walk," she chuckled. "It's a shame," she continued jokingly, "people take their kids anywhere these days...Disneyland...drug dealer..."

"Stop playing, we need to make sure we get this right!"

"Okay, okay, boss."

Hotch was worried too; he'd wanted to place a security detail on Derek, but his friend refused it. He was pacing too and watching the windows. He was aware that Fran and Penelope had tried reaching Derek by phone. Then his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He saw the name flashing on his screen and it was then that he knew that things were about to get really bad.