Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to those who were personally victimized by Thoughts – Chapter 4. Specially Prettybubblesintheair who made sure to yell at me, telling me that I broke her heart. This is my apology to you all.

"Emily? How is he? Where is he?" He could hear the frantic tone of her voice, giving the sweet melody a serrated edge. "Emily…please?" She was begging now, which was something he couldn't understand because she hated him. He knew she didn't really hate him…suspected as much when she started willingly sitting next to him in the conference room. Handing him a snack for the plane ride just like everyone else. He was hers…he knew it from the moment he saw her.

"Penelope, take a deep breath." And he could hear the squeak she emitted and he could see her nodding her head while breathing through her mouth. He could see her cat ears bobbing as they slid loose from her hair. "We're just waiting for him to wake up, but the Doctors said that he will be fine."

"I can't lose him." She whispered. "I don't hate him. Oh, I never told him that I don't hate him!" She said getting louder. "I love him, I mean I love you all, but I really think I love him, or I could love him, and it's crazy because it's only been a year and we don't talk, well not really, there was that one time he caught me crying about Spencer. And then he came back and said everything was ok, and I didn't understand at that time. But did you know he got me this little cat, and he remembered me when he was out on a case. Like he actually saw this cat in a store in Vermont and bought it for me. And that smile…that smile. And I can't lose him if he doesn't know." She paused, huffing. "He doesn't know." He heard the sobbing from the room, the pain he could hear laced throughout her tears punched him in the gut. He held his injured arm closer to his chest and he rolled and placed his feet on the floor. He barely made it two steps before something tugged him backward. Luke Alvez looked behind him and rolled his eyes before grabbing the IV pole and walking slowly to the door to his hospital room. He was ever so thankful that someone had gone to his apartment to pick up lounge clothes so that he was out of that flimsy hospital gown. He smiled at the nurse that was currently in his room, she nodded her head, gesturing to the door with your chart.

"It's good to get moving." She said urging him forward.

"But who am I kidding?" She continued "He won't return my feelings, I mean I know I'm amazing, and you know I'm amazing, but he doesn't know I'm amazing. And if I have to hear him say one more time "can you get that location?" I may scream because I'm Penelope freaking Garcia…but look at me, I'm a mess and I'm blubbering. And I've gained so much weight this last year because chocolate is the only thing that makes the pain of losing Derek bearable. And then Luke comes along, all coffee with the right amount of cream and sugar…and you're all staring at me. Why are you staring at me? Is he behind me?" She turned her head just a bit to see him standing in the door way to his hospital room.

"Hello Newbie, good to see you're finally up." She quipped while wiping the mascara that had accumulated under her eyes. He didn't like to see her cry, he realized, as he wanted to reach out to wipe away her tears. "Well now that I know that most of you are safe I'm going back to my lair. If you'll excuse me." She stood, walking quickly down the hall on legs that looked divine if he must tell the truth. He rolled the IV pole with him to stand near the rest of the team.

"Garcia?" He called down the hall. She stopped, turned and looked at him. "I think I may, possibly, theoretically, love you too." He said with a shrug of his shoulders and a crooked smile as he winced through the pain of his broken arm. He stepped closer to her, watching as her eyes grew wide.

"Actually, I know I love you." He said nonchalantly, still staring at the woman down the hall. Neither registered the team smiling.

"Pay up, JJ," Reid said, laughing as he was holding out his hand. You could still see the glaring white scar sliced across his palm. Luke turned to the rest of the team, giving them a look that clearly said get lost. And in return, they gave him a look that said: "You wish." He chuckled, turning back to the woman who was still frozen down the hall.

"This isn't, uh, how I wanted to tell you. Or well I didn't want to tell you this soon anyway, because who starts out a relationship with I love you. But I do." He said, stepping closer to her. "I was attracted to you at first you know, it was originally your smile that pulled me in, and I was trying to do anything to get you to smile at me, but that very rarely happened." He continued walking towards her. "But then you did smile at me, and I…I felt like I was flying." He had finally reached her. His hand extending out for hers. "And then you said my name." He continued in a lower voice. "You finally called me Luke, and I knew. But I didn't think that even in a million years that you would like me too." He took that final step to stand completely in front of her. "But it wasn't until Derek mentioned something to me that I realized you were it for me, and I couldn't go another day without you knowing. So Penelope freaking Garcia, I love you. And honestly, I don't give a damn who knows it."

"You're in my personal space, Newbie." She stuttered, refusing to look him in the eyes.

"I know." He replied.

"You shouldn't be in my personal space." She countered.

"I know, but I'm going to kiss you now, Penelope freaking Garcia, and you're going to let me."