A.N: Ok so here it is the ending kitties I do hope everyone approves and that I'm forgiven for being so evil these last few chapters. The song is by Lifehouse, "Everything". Thank you to everyone who reviewed, alerted, and added to favorites you guys rock and thank you so much for all of it. So with out farther waiting on with the show.

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Chapter four

Six months ago

Closing down her babies for the night Penelope sighed deeply, gathered her things and started to leave for the night. Hotch's words still echoing in her mind as she closed the door and locked it. She knew deep down that he was right, but she didn't know if she'd have the courage to make the leap and would he even want to.

Sluggishly she walked down the dimly lit hallway, most had already gone home for the night and only the cleaning staff were left to do their much needed job. Her path crossed in front of his office stopping briefly seeing the lights off and the door closed. She tested the knob and found that he's left it open, quickly she slipped in the door and it closed with a silent click.

Dropping her things by the door, she meandered around the office breathing in the familiar scent that was all Derek's. She paused in front of his chair, before falling into the supple leather, and leaned back trying to gain some kind of answer. She looked to her right and came face to face with her own smiling face. The picture she'd took all those months ago to help him settle into his new office and position. Cocking her head slightly she glanced towards the other two pictures, his mother and sisters and one of the team. She wondered were his picture of Tamara was at. Of course she never recalled seeing him have one.

'Could it be?' she asked herself both Hotch's and Derek's words rolling around in her head 'I have made the biggest mistake of my life?'

Sighing deeply she reached out and took hold of the team picture, one that had been taken this passed Christmas. Kevin had gone to his parents and if she remembered right Tamara had gone on some vacation cruise or some other thing that Penelope couldn't remember now. But that Christmas the team had rallied around Hotch giving him support for his lose and to be there for Jack to give him some kind of normalcy. The photo, taken by Jessica, captured the team for all time, gathered around Hotch who held Jack in front of him, Rossi to one side, Emily on the other. JJ with Henry and Will and Reid lastly, Morgan and Garcia, Derek's arms wrapped possessively around her waist he wasn't looking at the camera, but down at her, a light shining in his eyes, one that she'd never seen before.

Hastily she replaced the metal frame, before jumping out of his chair and rushing to pick up her things and out the door. She had a place to be one she hoped wasn't too late.

Her nerves fought with her the whole drive over, battling back and forth between wanting to run and hide and just let the chips fall were they may and swallowing her pride and hopefully running into the arms of the man she loved.

Pulling along side the curb she took a deep calming breath before opening the car door and stepping out. She straitened her white poke a dotted black dress summoning all her courage and started for his door. Raising and lowering her hand several times, before she finally put knuckles to wood and rapped a few hard times.

At first no sound could be heard through the thin door, and her doubts about the whole thing started to creep back in her mind making her turn to go, feeling that life had, and would always play a cruel joke on her.

"Baby," a deep male voice halted before finishing the nickname, "Garcia what are you doing here?"

She looked up into deep hurting brown eyes and her heart rendered from her chest at the sight before her. She just wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and bury her face in his chest and never leave.

"I," her voice faltered for a second, "I came to talk. I think we, I owe each other that much."

He said nothing just stared at her, catching the red that rimmed her beautiful normally expressive brown eyes, the slight slump in her posture, and the nervous wringing of her hands. He tried like hell to not let any of what she displayed chip away at his resolve. He knew it would just end in heart break. "Go home Garcia there's nothing here for you."

Her steps towards him halted his words like a bucket of ice water dropped over her head. "I though that maybe there was."

He shook his head, eyes searching for something he wasn't sure he'd find, "You thought wrong. We ended it this morning remember. You don't want anything to do with me."

"What if I lied," she stated wearing her heart on her sleeve, eyes beseeching him to understand.

He thought for sure he'd heard wrong, that in his depressed state that his mind was playing tricks on his all ready over worked psyche. He shook his head again clearing the cobwebs and dust, "You didn't lie Garcia. It was just some home truths I should've come to a long time ago." He passed her quickly, unlocking his door and pushing it open, before turning back to her, "Like I said go home, there's nothing here."

He went to close his door, missing the tears tracking down her pale skin, "Derek please," she begged hating that she felt so vulnerable and exposed.

His head snapped up at her impassioned plea his heart breaking at the sight of her tears.

Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again

He reached out to cup the side of her face, wanting no needed to feel her skin under his palm, "Baby girl just go home, please. You know I can't stand to see you cry. We had a good run its over," he said, trying to fight the passion rising within his body, the simple need to claim her lips in a devouring, hungry kiss and never let go.

For that brief moment she turned into his callused warm hand tears still spilling from her eyes, yet her resolve strengthen with each swipe of his thumb. "I can't leave Derek, I need you," she whispered placing a light kiss to his palm feeling his touch still.

Her eyes sought out his, piercing those wonderfully dark chocolate eyes, with her own trying desperately to covey her thoughts and feelings in that simple look. But knowing he wasn't a mind reading, she did the only thing she could think of, she walked forwards, wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged his lips down to hers, giving in to the passion that he filled her body with, by just that one touch. She nibbled at his lips, knowing that she'd never get tried of feasting on those wonderfully wicked, yet at times gentle lips that drove her crazy.

She felt him start to resist, and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, nipping and sucking, pulling a deep groan from within his chest. She felt his hands, creep into her hair holding her still while his deliciously wicked tongue plunged forward dancing and playing with hers. His smell and taste invaded her senses making her yearn for him, to crave his touch, his body, but most of all his heart. She knew one lifetime would never be enough for her, she needed him like the air to breath.

However, when she went to deepen the kiss, Derek pulled away, slightly pushing her back and away from him, wanting to distance himself from her burning touch. She may need him, but only in body, she'd never want him in heart and soul.

"Penelope stop, we, I can't let this happen not again knowing that you'll just go to Lynch," he spat out the name like a bitter pill, "that we'll never be anything more."

Heart thundered loudly in her chest, as she tried to form coherent words to respond. Did he, was he truly serious?

You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything

"There's no Lynch," she replied softly bowing her head.

His ears must be playing cruel tricks on him, "What?"

She raised her head to stare at him, "I couldn't say yes, not when there was someone else I loved more deeply than I thought possible. He completes me, the strength that keeps me walking, the trust and hope that keep's me alive, the man that holds my heart and soul forever."

"Baby girl," he breathed not daring to hope that who she was talking about was him.

She sniffed wiping her eyes, "It's funny really I never thought you'd ever see me like that. I knew yea the sex," he interrupted her with, "making love." She nodded, "Was great, but I couldn't see how you could love me. How you could find what you needed in me when you had Tamara. I thought what we had was just comfort sex. We never said anything more, never clarified what we were doing."

With each word he walked closer to her, reaching out to clamp her around her waist hauling her soft body against his hard one.

"To me, I was always making love to you, every damn time you buried yourself deep inside me I felt complete whole like all was right in the world and nothing could ever go wrong. And then you'd leave and I felt empty a shell of myself. When Kevin proposed I couldn't think strait, couldn't form a right answer for him, cause I knew deep down in my heart you were and always will be the man I love."

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

He placed his fingers over her lips cutting off her words, "Hush your motor mouth for a second woman and let me talk." She nodded against his fingers, feeling his right hand pull her towards his open door. "Good now say it again."

She looked perplexed by his question.

He turned them and closed the door behind him, eyes taking in her form a slow easy grin spreading across his handsome face, "Tell me you love me."

She sighed, parting her lips and placing a warm kiss to the digits still pressed against them, whispering, "I love you Derek Michael Morgan. I can't and don't want to live without you ever."

You calm the storms
And you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fall
You steal my heart
When you take my breath away
Would you take me in take me deeper now

"That's what I thought I heard," he smiled, the smile he reserved solely for her eyes, "I love you to Penelope Ann Garcia, and no you will not be getting away from me ever," he finished pulling her willing body against his, crushing his lips down onto her willing ones devouring every inch of supple warmth he could.

Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
Everything, everything

Never once did their lips part, but only for a fraction of a second to take in much needed air as their bodies slowly inched towards his bedroom, closes falling by the way side forgotten and not cared about. Moans of satisfaction and sighs of completion filled the apartment, for all night long and even into the early morning hours.

Sun light filled the bedroom as Derek felt warm breath fan out over his chest, a smile pulling at his lips, his hands making light circles down her back.

"Mornin' Princess," he drawled feeling her soft, smooth leg run against his hard hairy one.

She giggled, "I'll show you a good morning hot stuff," and rose up to straddle his hips and sank down over his erection.

His hands gripped her hips moving her slowly to a rhythm that ultimately brought them both satisfaction, collapsing down into his warm embrace heavy breaths mingling together as they sought to calm their racing hearts.

Once under somewhat control Derek rolled until he had Penelope under him, before reaching for the night stand draw, "I wanted to ask you this in a better way, but I can't think of one, so here goes."

She studied his pensive face trying to decipher what was going on his in mind. She didn't have to wait long as he returned with a small oval shaped black velvet box in his hands. He looked down at her seeing tears escaping her eyes and with his right hand brushed them away.

"I know this is sudden, but I can't and don't want to wait any longer. If anything I waited to damn long as is. So Penelope Ann Garcia would you do me the honor of become my wife, the mother of my children and grow old with me." Inching the hinged box open to reveal a square cut two cart canary yellow diamond ring half caret diamonds surrounding the edges white gold for the band.

Six months forward

"Any regrets?" he asked, lips ghosting over her ear, pulling her back into his arms.

She shook her head, "Not a damn one handsome now take me to bed," she returned, twisting in his arms and placing her lips against his, sealing their love.

"Oh I think I can do that Goddess," he chuckled after pulling away and picking her up, carrying her to their king size bed and tossing her on top, before prowling forward to devour her hungrily for many nights and years to come.

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

The end