little_profiler (little_profiler) wrote,

Twelve hours - part 10

Title: Twelve hours

Pairing: Morgan/Garcia friendship

Rating: PG-13 – just to be sure

Disclaimer: All BAU characters belong to CBS, the rest came out of my own freaky mind

Summary: Better just read the chapter. I don’t want to give anything away.

warnings: none

Please read and review!

“Derek, let her go!” Hotch whispered.

“No!” he shouted at him. “She’s still there, I know it.”

“Derek, he’s right.” Fran gently placed a hand on her son’s shoulder.

He shook her hand off and hissed: “I won’t give up. She’s still here.”

As if to prove his words she finally started to cough, arching her back, her hands blindly fighting him.

Derek clasped her in his arms, holding her tight, slightly swaying her back and forth. “It’s okay, baby girl.” he whispered. “We found you, you’re alive. Everything’s going to be okay.”

She held him tight as if her life depended on it, forcefully sucking in deep breaths.

“Where’re the medics?” he shouted. “She needs oxygen.”

A young man stumbled through the undergrowth with an oxygen tank in his hands. He slipped next to the two agents and put the mask over her mouth.

“Breathe, sweetness!” he whispered gently stroking her hair. “You’re safe now, you’re safe.” He noticed that she shivered and pulled off his jacket without relinquishing his hold on her. Gently he wrapped her up in it.

“We have problems getting the litter here.” the young medic explained between pants.

Derek looked at him and then lifted Penelope up. “You carry the tank!” he said and carefully walked through the undergrowth.

Penelope leaned her head against his shoulder, her arms around his neck, and deeply drew in the pure oxygen. Gradually her shaking subsided.

Derek laid her down on the litter and took her hand in his the next second.

“Sir, you have to stay out.” a medic commanded.

“Yeah, like hell I will.” he said not taking his eyes off Penelope. He had to make sure she would be okay.

“We can’t let you drive with us.” the medic stated. “This is not allowed.”

“Is there any medically important reason you won’t let him drive with you?” Hotch asked.

“No.” the man replied in confusion. “But…”

“SSA Aaron Hotchner, FBI.” he said. “You’ll let this man drive with you!”

“Agent Hotcher, we can’t…”

“This was not a question.” Hotch interrupted him.

He hesitated, then finally sighed and nodded.

They all watched the medics freighting the litter into the ambulance, Derek jumping in and sitting down next to Penelope without ever letting go of her hand.

“Derek?” she murmured.

“I’m here, baby girl.” he reassured her and gently stroke her hair. “I promise I’m not going anywhere!”


“Hey there, sweetness.” Derek smiled when he entered the room. “How are you feeling?”

“Alive.” she said. “My head aches and I’m still a little dizzy. The doctors say it’s due to the concussion. They want me to stay overnight.”

“That’s definitely a good idea.” he pulled up a chair to the bed, sat down and took her hand. “I promised we would find you.” he smiled, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. “And I’m glad we could keep that promise.”

“Me too.” she whispered. “Thank you.”

For a long time they simply smiled at each other, holding the other one’s hand.

“Hi, Pen.” JJ greeted. Their four co-workers carefully stepped closer.

“You look good.” Spencer stated.

“Yeah, especially with the cut and the bruise.” she replied.

“Nothing could ever disfigure that beautiful face of yours.” Derek smiled and gently caressed her cheek with his other hand.

“Flatterer.” she murmured and looked down to hide that she was blushing.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl.” he stated in a low voice.

Penelope raised her head and looked at him almost in shock. “Really?” she whispered.

“Of course, I am.” he smiled. “You fought him, you fought for your life. And you really kicked his ass!”

“He almost killed me.” she reminded him and dropped her head sadly.

“That’s the good thing about it.” Derek put his hand under her chin to make her look at him again. “Almost doesn’t count. You managed to survive almost thirteen hours. You stayed calm, saved your breath. You were so incredibly strong and brave. And moreover, you are alive and he is in prison and will stay there for the rest of his goddamn life. That means, you won, mama, you won. And I am very, very proud of you.”

She smiled fighting back the tears that sprung to her eyes.

“We all are.” Hotch declared and stepped closer. “And we’re glad you are back.”

“Thank you, Sir.” she smiled sheepishly. “I… I’m glad you didn’t give up although the time had… well, run out.”

“I’d never have abandoned you, goddess.” Derek stated.

“I know.” she whispered and squeezed his hand. Then she looked back at the rest of the team and smirked a little. “So, you missed me, huh?”

JJ couldn’t help but smile. This was so absolutely Penelope, still joking and teasing. “We can’t do our job without you.” JJ replied.

“You proved that wrong.” Penelope objected pointing at herself.

“It would have been much easier if we’d have your sublime skills to provide us with the information we needed.” Hotch smiled.

Penelope blushed deeply at his words. This was one of the few moments she’d ever experienced when she didn’t know what to say.

“It’s true, mama” Derek said in a low voice. “we wouldn’t be able to do our job as good as we are doing it without you and your babies.”

“You know, they do all the work.” she shrugged. “I’m just… typing.”

“No” he chuckled. “it’s definitely more than that. Believe me, I tried the ‘just typing’ thing. Didn’t work at all!”

“How did you find me?” Penelope finally asked, mainly to change the topic. She didn’t want to hear any praising of her person any more – not that she didn’t enjoy it.

“Dayana Raven helped us.” Hotch said. “The thirteenth victim, the girl who survived. She remembered that she saw Miller’s face when he attacked her.”

“Miller.” she murmured. So that was the name of that bastard.

“Deputy Miller to be more precise.” Emily added. “That was why he always was one step ahead of us. The police officers let him through the road block not even asking him what he’d been doing out of Chicago.”

“Okay that’s how you found this guy but… how did you actually find me?” she asked.

“It turned out that Dayana has some computer skills, too.” JJ explained.

“Of course, they are not nearly as formidable as yours.” Derek added.

“Ms Raven found out that you must be within a vicinity of three hundred miles. And your description of the soil gave us the final clue we needed.” Hotch said. It was obvious he was relieved about the fact that Penelope was safe now. He kept smiling, just slightly, but smiling.

“Dayana’s sister Lara turned out to be as ingenious as our little know-it-all.” Derek smiled pointing his head in Spencer’s direction.

Penelope smiled at the obviously embarrassed young man: “I always thought you’re the only one with such an intellect in the whole wide universe.”

“I’m not.” he quickly responded. “I mean, statistically…”

His five co-workers gave him a puzzled and equally expectant look after he’d stopped his speech right at the beginning of his sentence. They’d all awaited lots and lots of numbers from him now.

“Well” he murmured and looked down to the floor. “I guess that’s not the moment for any statistics.”

“Good boy!” Derek teased.

“Excuse me” a young nurse stepped into the room and gave everyone an apologizing look. “It is very late and Ms Garcia needs some rest. Moreover, the visiting hours are over.”

“Lady, I’ve had enough rest for a couple of weeks, believe me!” Penelope screwed her eyes.

“I understand.” the nurse replied quietly. “But I can only allow one of you to stay here overnight.”

“I’ll stay.” Derek immediately declared and smiled at Penelope.

She squeezed his hand once again, telling him that this was exactly what she’d wished for.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Garcia.” Hotch smiled at her. “At least try to sleep a little.”

“I’ll make sure she does.” Derek promised.

Spencer, JJ and after a moment of hesitation also Emily hugged her co-worker and left the room.
Tags: morgan/garcia, the_nightmares_series
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