A.N: alright everyone we've come to the end, the last chapter. I want to take this time to thank both Kathy and Love for Pen and Derek for sticking with me through all the ups and downs. I hope the last chapter doesn't disappoint, but just so you know its not the end of the trilogy that my dear reads is just getting started, so I do hope you all come back for that. Once again I'd like to thank all those who have reviewed, alerted and added to favorites through the whole of this story and now on with the show.

Disclaimed: I own nothing. The song I'm using is Lifehouse's "Broken"

Chapter thirty

"You think she's stay?" JJ asked quietly in the silent cab of Rossi's SUV.

A deep sigh left his parted lips, "I don't know Bella, I really don't. It's up to her, but," he paused running a quick hand through his dark brown hair, while sitting at the light.

From the back Reid said, "She's leaving that why's she asked Kristine to take her alone."

"How can you be so sure kid?" Rossi tossed back, pressing the gas.

"Her body language mostly, she was uncomfortable when Morgan walked up and even more, so when he mentioned paperwork."

"But she wouldn't just up and leave?" she asked, a touch of panic in her voice.

"She did it before," David reasoned keeping his eyes on the road.

In the dark blue Ford Fusion behind them, Kristen kept her eyes on the ass end of Rossi's SUV, only glancing back and to the side every one in a while.

"So how long you stayin'?" she asked softly the cool air conditioning blowing in her face.

Penelope stayed quiet eyes taking in the scenery out her window. Her mind confused, her heart in turmoil. She kept asking herself if she wanted to stay, if she could stay. He'd said he wanted her to, but did he need her to. Did he love her at all? Of course that was the ten million dollar question, she wasn't sure there'd ever be an answer to.

"Penelope," Kristine quietly asked.

"I'm not Kris," she responded a tremor of sadness in her voice.

"Why?"

Taking a deep reassuring breath, "Cause I don't belong anymore honey bun."

"Bullshit!" Kristine stated vehemently pulling to a stop at the red light, turning to the blonde anger in her deep cocoa colored eyes.

"I don't sugar my time here, with this team has past, it's your turn."

"You're runnin' away from Morgan, from your fears. You never did before why did you even start now?"

"I have a life in New York Kris, one that I just can't leave," she answered but there was no true truth ringing in her statement.

At a stand point with her Kristine didn't know what else to say, "Fine you go ahead and tuck your tail between your legs and go back to New York. Leave this family that needs you just as much as you need it."

"Please," Penelope began eyes filling with unshed tears.

"No Pen I'm serious we need you, we love you. I very wise man told me this morning that family isn't by blood but by the bond that we've formed. Don't leave us because you're scared, just please give it some thought."

The rest of their drive to the hospital was quiet neither wanting to give voice to what they were thinking.

"Aaron Hotchner," Rossi stated to the nurse on duty, behind the front desk.

"One moment sir," the brunette behind the white well used counter answered fingers slowly typing in the name waiting for the information to pull up. "He's being checked over as we speak. If you can just wait, have a seat and we'll call you."

Rossi nodded and walked away back to the waiting good standing clustered together. "We wait," he answered the question in their eyes.

Half an hour later Hotch and Prentiss came walking out, well Hotch more of less leaned on Emily for support as she guided him towards the waiting contingency.

"You look like shit Aaron," David commented a grin spreading across his face.

"Thanks Dave you don't look, so cute yourself," he returned glancing quickly over the small group seeing one missing.

"He'll catch up, Hotch," came Reid's voice to the question in his eyes, "something about paperwork."

"Then let's get the hell outta here," he fired back, ready to leave, "I've got a little boy to go see."

"Jacob's bringing him, we're meeting at the diner," JJ tossed in knowing that he'd want to see his son after everything that had happened.

Hotch nodded unwrapping himself from Emily's grasp to stand on his own two legs, demeanor growing solemn, "Thank you," he simply stated before starting off for the exit.

Once outside in the warm evening air, Penelope caught up first, "Hotch," she tentatively said, waiting for him to stop.

But he all ready knew, had seen the look in her deep saddened honey eyes, "Must you leave?"

"Yes," she answered simply stepping in front of him.

"I have no way to stop you just like last time and I'm sure the whole team would try as well, but if your sure about this one Pen," he watched her nod, "then all I can say is that I'll miss you same as last time. At the very lease through come and have a meal before you go."

She gulped back her tears, and nodded, "For you I will."

He reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder, "Don't be a strange now that I'm back I expect regular visits from you."

"I'll try," she answered a slight watery smile gracing her lips.

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

Instead of rushing to the hospital Morgan took off towards his apartment. Pulling up to the curb, jumping out, taking the steps two at a time, hoping he wouldn't be to late that fate hadn't dealt him a bad card this time. Swiftly he unlocked his black wooden door, rushed into towards the box still sitting in the heap he'd thrown it in, grabbing up the letters, moving on to his desk for the final piece, before leaving locking up and rushing back down those same steps.

He drove like the devil was on his back, trying to obey the traffic laws wishing he could run the lights and sirens, so people would get out of his way faster, so he could get to her faster. He never through he'd actually go after her that he'd be the one wanting to hold on, but now with the prospect of her walking back out of his life he didn't care. Didn't care that she was the one who left him without any kind of explanation, that he still hurt deep down in a place he figured was buried for all time. All he knew was that he loved her and couldn't let her go a second time.

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning

Heart pounding in his ears, Derek jumped from his truck, running as fast as his legs would carry him, towards the diner entrance having spotted the black Suburban and Kristine Fusion. Forcefully he pushed the glass doors open stepping to the cool air, eyes searching for the one thing he wanted more than life it's self. Spotting them sitting in the back booth he rushed over, eyes franticly searching for her face and coming up short.

"Where is she?" he demanded hastily, breathing coming out in heavy pants.

Eight pair of eyes looked away from him, nothing wanting to give him to bad news. Only the sad eyes of Jack looked at him.

"Damn it guy's where did she go?" he growled voice low and threatening.

"The train station Derek," JJ answered solemnly, "we tried to stop her, but she wouldn't hear of it."

And neither did he, as he turned to rush back out the way he'd come. Hope dieing within his chest with each passing second he knew she was once again leaving him without saying good bye.

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life

He'd tried everything to keep her out of his heart, told himself she'd never love him like that. She'd think only of him as a friend, a big over protective brother who kept the bad memories from surfacing. But he'd wanted more, he wanted, no he needed her in every way he could possibly think and feel. She had been and would always be his world, a world that he'd let slip away all those years ago when he didn't fight for her, didn't go after the most prized and cherished possession he'd even held in his arms, besides his own sisters and mother.

Not this time through, he'd go to the ends of the earth for her. Travel through hell to have her back at his side for good this time. Grained he'd had a broken heart, but with her he'd found meaning in life and he wanted that again, couldn't live without it. The last two years proved that to him. She was his life the very breath he needed. To his own ears, it sounded stupid, foolish and even a bit overly dramatic, but that was how he felt.

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain is the healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

Tires screeched as he pressed the brake, almost slamming into the car in front of him. He heard the honks, the drives on either side of him flipping him off, but none of that mattered, while he turned the wheel to pass the stopped one in front of him, racing once again through the streets not knowing how far ahead she had on him.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, he pulled the truck into a parking spot, jumping out and racing once more, through the front doors of the train station eyes searching for the one woman he couldn't live without. He knew it was a needle in a hay stack that she could very well all ready be on a train heading back to New York, but he didn't want to think about that right now, instead he focused his mind on finding her.

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hangin' on to the words you say
You said that I will, will be ok

Catching a glimpse of blonde hair, Derek dashed forward around other people waiting for the trains to run, for loved ones to come home.

"Penelope," he shouted loudly hoping she'd hear, watching as the blonde in front of him pause and turn.

"Derek," she breathed, but he could only read her lips.

Taking a few quick steps forward he was in front of her, "Please don't leave."

"I have to."

"No you don't baby girl."

"Morgan please," she begged, silent tears sliding down her pale cool cheeks.

Slowly he reached up, placing his good hand against her cool cheek brushing away the tears, ignoring the searing pain in his shoulder, "Don't leave me again Penelope."

"I have nothing here."

"You have me."

She shook her head, "I never had you."

"You always had me woman that never changed, even as angry and hurt as I was at you, you still had me."

"I don't deserve it," she stated simply taking a step back away from the warmth.

"Yes you do."

"Please don't," she begged again.

"Tell me why I shouldn't?"

"I told you Derek, I'm not what you need."

"Bullshit woman, totally and utterly bullshit, you don't know what I need."

"Yes I do."

"Then tell me," he demanded anger sparking in his deep chocolate eyes.

Neither aware of the crowd that gathered around them.

"Someone that doesn't run at a second's notice that stays and fights for what she wants, a woman who's just a beautiful as you are handsome, tall and skinny, not fat and lumpy someone who'd look good on your arm," she took a deep breath trying to stop her rapidly beating heart.

"Your wrong baby girl," he shouted, stocking forward grabbing her around the waist with his right arm, pulling her flush against his hard body. "What I need are you," he softly stated, against her ear.

"Derek," she weakly breathed wanting nothing more than to pull away, but didn't want to hurt him, "let me go."

"I can't do that Goddess," he replied, pulling back a fraction, the letters in his left hand that was pressed between them in a sling, brushed again her, "these," he indicated with a downward tip of his head, "are for you. I never had an address to mail them to." She looked down seeing, counting the five envelopes that he clutched. "Take them Pen and know what I felt when you left me."

Slowly she took the letters from his grasp, then took a seat in the hard plastic chair opening the first, eyes scanning, reading each word with great care as tears slowly slipped down her cheeks. Upon reaching the last one, her vision blurred by the moisture, she tried to read, to understand the man that sat next to her.

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, having forgot my way home

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain is there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on

Dark honey colored eyes looked up, sadness and regret filling the orbs, "I'm sorry Derek."

"Don't be," he returned cupping her cheek in his palm.

"I will forever be sorry for leaving you the way I did."

"Apology accepted," he answered, wanting to give in and kiss her, but held back.

She shook her head, "Please don't accept it so readily Derek I hurt you, I don't deserve it."

"I'll tell you what you deserve Penelope Garcia," he stated making her head snap up.

"And what's that?" she answered almost scared to hear the answer.

"Me," he replies, lowering his lips to hers and claiming what he had wanted for so long.

The kiss was tentative at best, just a slow gentle caress of mouths before Penelope pulled away, regret washing through her eyes. "Are you sure you'd even want me handsome?"

"Hell's yes woman, even if I have to work for it."

She laughed despite the situation, "I'll be the one working for it Derek. These letters," she lifted her hand, "paint the picture for me clearly. I broke your trust in me, in us and I will spend my life rebuilding that piece by piece. But first I have to return to New York."

"Now?"

She shook her head, "No, I'll call Mac, tell him I'm taking a few days."

"Good, cause we have some talkin' to do hardhead."

"Boy don't I know it," she answered smiling for the first time in a long time her heart feeling free and lighten.

Times of trouble would always follow them no matter what but together they could get through anything, knowing that they were needed.

The End or just the beginning

End note: ok so did you like it? I was going to end it on a much different note really, but then there is still the second part to this epic that I didn't know I had in me. Which will come soon I promise but I have three other stories that need updating so they will come first for a time, but never fear the Ed trilogy will be back, there is more story to tell after all, if you want it. Cheers everyone.