Soul Purpose Chapter 6

Derek had beaten the sun up. He couldn’t sleep so he’d found himself sitting in the dark living room of his apartment working on his second cup of coffee. He wasn’t ready for the day, not by a long shot and the fact that he hadn’t slept well, made him feel even worse. He was glad Dave had shown up and glad that he’d decided to sleep over. The emptiness of the apartment had made him regret the last several weeks. He should have given Penelope what she wanted. He wished he hadn’t been so stubborn, insisting on his male pride over his wife and child. He ran each and every argument over and over in his mind and saw the hurt in his wife’s eyes and heard his daughter’s cries as the adult voices grew louder and louder. He prayed he could somehow get her to forgive him and take him back.

“Couldn’t sleep, eh?”

Derek looked up to see Dave enter the room. He’d helped himself to the coffee and Derek didn’t mind.

“Nah. I’ve got to report to work in a couple of hours and I’m exhausted.”

Dave sat in the chair across from the couch and stared intently at his stepson.

“I don’t want this, Dave. I never thought I’d lose her. Not like this. Not over a case.”

“The truth?”

“Of course.”

“You couldn’t have changed a thing.”


“Penelope loves you. In spite of everything that has happened she still loves you.”

“But it wasn’t enough, was it?”

“It’s always enough, Derek.”

“But I’m here and she and my baby are in Quantico.”

“You two have got to learn how to pick your battles.”

“You think I should have gotten off the assignment too, don’t you.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not even sure you could have if you tried.”

“Then what did I do wrong, Rossi?”


Home of Derek and Penelope Morgan –

Fran had left hours ago and Penelope hadn’t slept since she left. It was much too early to be awake even on a workday but the house seemed vacant without Derek. Saraya was sound asleep but even her little girl knew something was wrong no matter how much mommy and daddy pretended things were fine. Penelope poured herself another cup of coffee dreading the day and learning to adjust to Derek not being at the BAU. She longed for a case to distract her mind from the colossal mistake she’d made in haste. She wanted to call Derek but her pride was still in control, still insisting he admit out loud that she was right and he was wrong…again.

2 Months ago…

BAU Headquarters – Morning –

“I can’t believe you’re agreeing to this!”

Derek followed her into her office and closed the door. This had been an ongoing argument for the last week and Hotch had already warned him of the consequences if the two of them did not fix their problems and soon.

“Penelope, what do you want me to do? It’s my job! This is what I do! You of all people know that.”

“Derek you are NOT a body guard and you’re DEFINITELY not Savannah’s body guard!”

“This is more than being a body guard. We need to catch this unsub before he comes after Savannah…”

“Let him, then she’ll be out of our lives for good!”

“Penelope, you don’t mean that!”

“Don’t I? This woman has been trying to get you back since we started dating, Derek! How many times have I caught her in your face or texting, or coming by here or…”

“Okay, okay, I get it but I can’t get off this assignment!”

“Have you tried?”

“Yes, Penelope, I have!”

“Derek, you’re going to be with her twenty-four seven, you’re going to be sleeping in her house!”

“Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

“I’m saying I don’t trust her.”

Derek placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. She was trying so hard not to cry and failing miserably. He pulled her against his body and held her tight. He didn’t know what to say or do. She wasn’t asking for much and he’d never denied her anything before but this time he had no choice. No matter what he said, he couldn’t convince her of that.

“Penelope, please…”

“Go. Hotch is waiting…more importantly, Savannah is waiting.”


“No. Just…just go, Derek.”

She pulled away from him and turned her attention to the bank of computers behind her. He watched her ignore his attempts to find common ground and reason and for now she wasn’t listening and Hotch was angry…again.

“I’ll call you later.”


She turned to face him.

“Don’t forget you’re married.”


Then she was gone, back to her computers as if he had disappeared into thin air.

Present Day…

BAU Headquarters – 9:10 a.m. –

Penelope was bone tired physically and emotionally. She’d dropped Saraya downstairs at daycare and now she was stepping off the elevator on the sixth floor and climbing the stairs to her office. It was a reflex to look to her left as she passed Derek’s office…his old office. The lights were off and it felt suddenly as if he’d been gone for ages. Her stomach was queasy; butterflies, no doubt.


She so hoped that she’d make it to her office before anyone else saw her. No such luck as she slowly turned facing her best friend.

“Hey JJ.”

“Boy Garcie, you look like hell.”


JJ saw the defeat and the sadness in her friend’s body language. Her shoulders were slumped and she’d taken on a darkness that scared JJ.

“Pen, are you okay?”

“No, JJ I’m not okay. I miss Derek and I’ve ruined my marriage. Hotch has let the bureau reassign Derek and it’s my fault! So, no I’m not okay not even close!”

“Sit, sit…”

JJ pulled her into a nearby chair and grabbed another one nearby for herself. She knew things were bad between her friends but she didn’t realize the magnitude of the damage done by their last case.

“Garcia, you need to pull it together. Just because Morgan is gone doesn’t mean that Hotch and the bureau aren’t still watching both of you. This is serious and not just in your marriage!”

“JJ, I know but I don’t know if I can keep it together.”

“How’s my goddaughter taking all of this?”

“She’s so young, I…”

“She’s young but she’s smart. She knows when mommy and daddy are not okay.”

“What do I do, JJ? How do I fix this mess?”

“You start by saying you’re sorry to your husband. You start by picking up the phone and telling him that you still love him.”

FBI Headquarters – New York –

Morgan took the long ride up the elevator to the twelfth floor. The building was impressive, state of the art, and he missed Quantico desperately. Somehow this felt more like a punishment than a promotion. The director had spun the transfer that way failing to mention that Derek’s personal problems was the real reason for the move. It wasn’t fair and the timing sucked. Seven years ago he’d done anything to have been offered an opportunity like this and he wouldn’t have given it a second thought…most agents would have killed for this assignment but here he was alone and miserable and none of it meant anything without his family.

“Agent Morgan, welcome to New York!”

Stanley Michaels met him as he walked through the glass door. Agent Michaels had been the interim director until the bureau found a permanent replacement for the outgoing head.

“Agent Michaels, thank you.”

The two men shook hands and headed toward Morgan’s new office. The bullpen was at least four times the size of the BAU and it was crammed with agents and support staff. The buzz and energy seemed to come to a halt as the two men walked through the office.

“Don’t mind them. They’re not use to new faces, that’s all. Besides, your reputation precedes you.”

“I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.”

“Good of course, otherwise the bureau wouldn’t have been trying for the last four years to get you.”


Morgan was impressed with the office; three walls all glass and the fourth was a window looking out over Manhattan. His entire team back home would have been quite comfortable in the ridiculously large room.


“I know, right? I almost hate to leave just because this office is so f’g amazing!”

Morgan turned in a complete circle taking it all in. He was even more miserable now.

“Thank you again for agreeing to come. We could really use your skills here.”

“To be honest I didn’t have a choice.”

“Well, as you can see we’re a large group. Most of the agents have been with the bureau for at least eight years. They’re starving for a good leader and there’s nothing they won’t do for you if you treat them right.”

Morgan shook his head understanding the spiel and wondering who’d written his script and how long he’d practiced it.

“So are you sticking around?”

“Who me? No, I’m being assigned oversees.”


“Yeah, the Philippines.”

“That’s a long ways from home.”

“Yeah, well, my wife’s family lives there so she’s happy.”

“I understand…”

“Happy wife, happy life.”

The two men shared a cordial chuckle.

“So, you have a family, Agent Morgan?”

“Uh…yeah…a wife and baby daughter.”

“Trust me there’s a lot to do in New York, they’ll love it.”

“Well my family won’t be joining me…not just yet anyway.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. There’s a lot of work to keep you busy so maybe it’s for the best.”


BAU Headquarters – Quantico, VA –

Kevin smiled when he saw the name come across his cell phone. He hoped his friend had good news because so far things weren’t working out quite as he planned. Penelope was still in love with Derek and if he didn’t do something quick, she’d weaken and let his arch nemesis back into her life. He couldn’t stand it he’d done too much and dreamed too many late night dreams of a reconciliation to let that happen…not when he was so close.

“Leo, what’s the news?”

“He just arrived.”


“Everybody’s kissing his ass like he’s some sort of super star.”

“Well when it comes to the bureau he damn well is. So what’s going on right now?”

“We just go out of our nine-thirty briefing and he’s being introduced to all the other agents.”

“So, have you met him?”

“No man, I’m just a techie, man…small potatoes.”

“Well, it’s up to us small potatoes to look out for each other, you know what I mean?”

“I hear you, I hear you.”

“I’m counting on you, my friend. This man has been in my way for too long now. This is my chance.”

“No worries, I’ve got things under control here. I won’t let you down, besides I owe you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Just relax and handle things on your end. Go get your woman back and I’ll make sure Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan never gets back to Quantico…ever!”







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