Home of Derek and Savannah Morgan- Late Evening
Derek took a deep breath before turning the key. He dreaded the impending confrontation with his wife. He knew he'd been failing as a husband lately and he wasn't sure how to make it right. So, without any more delay he stepped through the door. The house was quiet the smells of lasagna and garlic bread hung in the air. She'd finally gotten it right without burning it beyond recognition.
He set his go-bag next to the staircase.
Without looking at her husband she set a plate on the dining room table and removed the plastic wrap. He wrapped his arms round her and pulled her close against his body. She stiffened as he leaned in and placed a kiss behind her ear.
"I'm sorry. It was work."
"It's always work."
She pulled away and took the seat across the table. He watched her; the fire danced in her eyes as she slowly met his apologetic glance. He sat and placed the napkin on his lap.
"I managed to work a double shift and come home and make dinner and take care of your son!"
"You are an amazing wife and mother. I don't deserve you. How can I make it up to you?"
"I want time alone with my husband."
"I can make that happen."
"I don't mean a few hours, Derek. We need a vacation, just the two of us. No team, no baby. Just us, you and me."
She stood and walked across the room. He watched her return with something in her hand. Without a word she dropped a small folder next to him.
"Okay, what's this?"
"Cuba? Really? But this has us leaving tomorrow! Savannah you know I can't just up and leave! And what about your schedule at the hospital, can they afford to let you go at the last minute?"
"Derek, you've been out of town three weeks out of the last month."
"Savannah, this is my job, my life. You knew this before you got involved…"
"This marriage is in trouble! The hospital has agreed to give me the time off, your mom has agreed to watch Hank. I'm sure Hotch will understand if you need time away. I'm only asking for a week."
"Savannah, we should have discussed this before you went and made planes. This is crazy!"
"Let me put it another way. I will be on that plane headed to Cuba tomorrow afternoon and if you value this marriage and our family, you'll be in the seat next to me!"
Without waiting for his response, Savannah stormed out of the room. He hung his head she was right. Their marriage was in trouble, serious trouble. He hated ultimatums but worse than that he hated the fact that he was on the verge of failure. The voices in his head told him that it was bound to happen, but his heart refused to give up. Not yet. He owed his son what he had missed out on as a boy. So, he'd be on that plane tomorrow with Savannah.
Dulles Airport – Morning –
Derek and Savannah had ridden to the airport in silence making the normal forty-five-minute drive feel more like four hours. She'd won this battle, but she still was in a sour mood. It had become her normal. His normal had become suffering through it until she thawed and began acting human again. The international flight required them to arrive two hours early and so they did.
Derek had wished that Hotch would have refused his last-minute request for leave, but understanding how their work made marriages fragile, Hotch freely gave him the time and admonished him to make the best of it. Derek missed Hank already. The baby had been a buffer between him and is wife for the last year. It wasn't right and it wasn't healthy, but it was his reality. He'd seen what had happened between Hotch and Haley and so he understood why this trip was important. Derek wanted to make his marriage to Savannah work for his son's sake if nothing else. He hadn't dared to admit the fact that his heart was somewhere else; with someone else. It was hard pretending that he was in love with Savannah. He was only in love with the idea of Savannah and what they should have been to each other. He'd tried the best he knew how. His kidnapping had convinced him that he loved her, loved the woman carrying his child. But as his wounds healed and the scars faded, he knew it was all a lie. The scars and the beatings were becoming more and more a part of his past and time had given him the strength to manage the memories and the nightmares. But with his new found clarity was truth, his heart's truth and no matter how much he lied and denied it, he loved Penelope. It had always been Penelope.
BAU Headquarters – Quantico, VA – Morning –
Penelope headed toward her office at a slower than normal pace. She'd received a short text from Derek letting her know that he was going away for a week with Savannah. Penelope's stomach sank and now being in the office felt different. She missed him already and she wondered what Savannah had done to convince him to take such an impulsive trip out of the country. If anyone had asked her yesterday what would make a man who was so in love with his infant son leave town at the drop of a hat, she'd swear, absolutely nothing. But he had done just that. He'd left Hank…and he'd left her.
Garcia joined the rest of the team in the conference room. All of them had been summoned there by Hotch and she prayed for a case; anything to keep her mind occupied and off Derek.
"Have a seat, let's get started."
There were no pictures on the board and no case files in front of them and no doubt they all were wondering what had caused Hotch to bring them here.
"Morgan has decided to take some time off. He and Savannah are on a much-needed vacation for a week, so the director has decided to let the rest of us off as well."
"After that last case, the timing couldn't be better." Rossi added.
Time off; what the hell was she going to do with time off, Penelope thought as she watched surprised smiles spread across the faces of her fellow teammates. Without another word, Hotch turned and headed toward the door before turning back.
"Unless there's something else, you're all dismissed. Enjoy your week."
With that, they all stood and headed out quickly behind him. JJ and Garcia were the last to leave. JJ couldn't help but notice the less-than pleased look on her friend's face.
"What's up, Garcie? I thought you of all people would be happy with some time off."
"Uh, sure, it's just…"
"Don't you think it's odd that Derek and Savannah just upped and left town, left the country at that?"
"Garcie, you know they've been having problems and you know Derek would do anything to save his marriage."
"Yeah I get that and all. In fact, I've encouraged him to fight for his marriage, but I can't imagine him leaving Hank."
"Hank is with his grandparents and he will be just fine."
JJ wrapped her arm around her friend's shoulders and the two headed down the hallway.
"Garcia, I'm going to say something, but you have to promise me that you won't get mad."
The two stepped into Garcia's office and closed the door.
"What is it?"
"You've got to move on."
"Don't, what, me! You need to move on with your life!"
"I have moved on. Derek made his choice and I'm with Sam…kinda, sort of…"
"You can't lie to me! You're still in love with Derek. And, to make matters worse, he's in love with you! For the life of me, I don't know why the two of you weren't honest with each other about how you feel."
"No, Garcia, you should have told him!"
"He chose Savannah, JJ! What good would it have done if I told my best friend that I was madly, hopelessly in love with him?"
"He chose Savannah because he didn't know he had another choice."
"Well in case you've forgotten, Blondie, Savannah was pregnant!"
"And had you told him how you felt, there would have been no Savannah and no pregnancy!"
"Seriously, JJ? Have you seen Savannah and all the other women Morgan has ever dated?"
"Yes, I have and?"
"And, they're all drop-dead gorgeous and I'm…I'm…"
"And you're drop-dead gorgeous too!"
Penelope felt the wind leave her body as she plopped down on the couch. She was confident in who she was, and she knew she was beautiful in her own unique way, but she was a realist and she knew that very few men would take the time to see her, really see her. Derek had a type and she wasn't it.
"JJ, trust me, I get it. I'm fabulous, and gorgeous but it takes some men a minute to realize that and that's there fault not mine. I love Derek but I know he's one of those men who would never take the time to see a woman like me."
JJ plopped down next to her friend in frustration and wrapped her in a big bear hug.
"Oh, what am I going to do with you?"
"Help me figure out a way to get over him."
Las Joyas Resort - Santa Maria Del Mar, Cuba – Afternoon –
Morgan was impressed at how deceptively private and remote the small resort felt amidst the crowds on the sandy beaches only steps away. He'd never been to Cuba and he had no idea what to expect. As the staff grabbed their luggage from the cab, he felt a twinge of guilt about how he'd not hidden the fact that he didn't want to be here. Even Savannah seemed to relax a bit at the sight of the beautiful surroundings and the over-anxious staff doting on them as they ushered them inside.
After checking in, the two were escorted to a breathtaking casita that was mere steps from their own private section of beach.
"This is beautiful, Savannah."
Ignoring him, Savannah placed her bag on the oversized bed and headed out to the patio. Derek quickly followed her gently grabbing her wrist and stopping her.
Slowly, she turned to face her husband and he could see the sadness in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, okay?" he repeated.
"Derek, I just..."
"I know, I know. We've got a lot of work to do, I've got a lot of work to do but I promise you, I'm here with you! I'm going to do everything in my power to make the most of this week."
Savannah smiled and the sadness seemed to morph into a look of hope. Then as she allowed him to pull her into his arms, he felt hopeful too.
Location Unknown - Cuba – Afternoon –
The Tres Verdes Estate was a constant reminder that Armando Villanuevo had succeeded in pulling himself from the extreme poverty of his childhood. Eighty acres of prime beachfront real estate belonged to him and him alone. It had taken many years of hard work and the sacrifice of family time with his wife and three children but he had to believe that it was all worth it to prove to all of his naysayers that despite what any of them had said, he'd made it and risen from the mud like a phoenix rising from the fire.
The polite clearing of the throat pulled him from his thoughts as he slowly turned toward the door. There stood a beautiful raven-haired woman. She was no more than twenty and her resemblance made it seem as if he were looking in the mirror.
"Sorry to disturb you, Papa."
"Not to worry my dove, please come in, come in."
"Yes, I've been waiting."
"He gave me a message. He said to go to you right away!"
"What is the message?"
"They are here!"
Then turning away from the young woman, he walked toward his desk and sat. The young girl watched her father, who had suddenly forgotten that she was there, pull a picture frame from his top drawer. Her curiosity getting the best of her, she moved closer.
"What is it, Papa?"
"Not, what, who." Then beckoning her with his free hand. "This is her."
"She's gorgeous! Who is she?"
"Her name is, Savannah."