A/N: The epilogue, and now we're really coming to the end of the story.

Happy New Years everyone!

"Thank you, Garcia, that will save us at least two hours of paperwork," the melodic voice of Team B's resident Don Juan came over the speaker, "How's the A-Team doing?"

"Emily's fine, dear," Garcia quipped with a large smile, "You still haven't called her?"

"Nah, we need to set up some drinks when we're all in town, how about Friday?" the Brit remained imperturbable, not wanting to admit he was actually intimidated by Prentiss and wanted a little help from Garcia, who was relentlessly teasing him about it whenever she found an opening.

"My handsome hunk and I will be there, but I can't promise anything about our other profiler buddies," she laughed, not hearing her office door opening and closing behind her.

"Alright then, see you on Friday," Mick agreed, getting back to his paperwork.

"See you on Friday," Penelope grinned, "I'll see what I can do with my raven-haired fairy!"

"Thanks, Garcia," Mick laughed in turn, disconnecting the call.

"Penny!" Penelope jumped at the whiny sound behind her, not expecting anyone to be there, and especially not Kevin. She hadn't talked to him in six months, the way their department was organized she really didn't need to see him at all.

"Hi, uhm, Kevin," she choked out, her hand on her throat, he'd always had a habit of sneaking up on her but she didn't think he'd take the liberty to do so now they were no longer together, "What brings you here?"

"I came to see you, Penny," her ex-boyfriend continued in the same nasal tone which drove her mad so often, "I wanted to know how you were doing."

"I'm fine, Kevin,"she politely replied. She was over him – the only thing she regretted was actually being with him in the first place, but her "Everything happens for a reason" outlook on life and Morgan's reassurance that it made them finally realise what they meant to each other made her look at it differently. They had been together for six months now, and while she didn't think it was possible, she loved her profiler more every day. It was so completely different from her relationship with Lynch, and there was not an area of comparison in which Derek didn't come out victorious. She wasn't even mad at Kevin anymore, she just pitied him a little. "Did you need anything?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me, you know, like olden times," Kevin asked, his wedding ring prominently displayed on the hand with which he was nervously readjusting his tie. Penelope couldn't help her mouth falling open at the suggestion, it wasn't like they parted on good terms, especially given how they broke up.

"I don't think that is a good idea," Penelope refused firmly, "I really have nothing left to say to you."

"Oh come on, Penny, you know you miss me," he grinned, but his eyes were much less forgiving.

"No, I don't, Kevin, not at all, I think you'd better leave," Penelope stood up, ready to escort him to the door if he didn't get the hint.

"Don't be like that, darling," he leered, grabbing her wrist to pull her closer, "You must be lonely by now."

"Let go of me!" Garcia pulled her arm out of his grasp, rubbing it where he had hurt her while she was moving away from him.

"Sweetheart, here's your decaf," Morgan came into her office with a large smile, which froze on his face as he saw Lynch there and Penelope backed up against her desk.

"What is going on in here?" Within a second he was standing next to her, his arm protectively around her waist.

"Oh, how cute," Kevin sneered, anger evident in his expression because he had been interrupted, "There's the prince on the white horse, always at her beck and call but never quite hers."

"What are you talking about?" Morgan growled impatiently, turning to Penelope, "Everything okay baby?"

"Yeah I'm fine, Handsome," she smiled at him, "Kevin here wanted to proposition me it seems." Morgan's eyebrows shot up, he saw her rub her wrist and immediately understood what had been going on.

"Lynch, I'm going to ask you once," he approached the weaselly man in front of him, "Leave, she deserves one hell of a lot better than you. That you're not satisfied in your marriage is your problem, not hers."

"Deserves better," the man scoffed, "Like what, pining after you until she's going to realise she can't have you?" He'd heard the rumors, that Morgan and Garcia were finally together but he'd been hearing those for years so he dismissed them as he had always done.

"I asked you nicely, once," Morgan put a step forward, grabbing Lynch by his collar, "I asked you to leave my fiancee alone, you wouldn't listen." Lifting the smaller man up without any effort, he walked towards the door, opened it, and threw Lynch against the opposite wall, just as Hotch walked past with Reid and Rossi.

"Morgan, is there a problem?" Hotch asked with a raised eyebrow, glaring at Lynch. The team had been informed of the reason behind Penelope's Christmas breakdown, and none of them had any sympathy left towards the tech currently sprawled on the floor.

"That oversized James Bond wannabe assaulted me for no good reason!" Lynch shrieked, pointing at Morgan from his position against the wall, his face blood red.

"Morgan?" Hotch asked his angry subordinate, and a flustered looking Penelope who was now standing beside him, clutching his arm.

"The idiot thinks it's a good idea to come onto Penelope, grab her and try and humiliate her," Morgan spit, his eyes spitting fire.

"Penelope, are you okay?" Hotch asked her, clearly, he knew Morgan would've made sure she was, but he needed to hear her say it.

"I'm fine, Sir, thank you," she nodded, it was more scare than hurt.

"The baby?" Hotch continued, while Lynch's eyes grew wide, only now did he see the diamond and emerald ring on Penelope's finger, Morgan's protective hand on her belly.

"How is that even possible!" Kevin screeched, his mouth hanging wide open when he realised what that meant.

"Get out of here, Lynch," Rossi dragged him to his feet by his vest, "Or we're charging you with assault. " Giving the man a shove to stress his message, he turned to Morgan and Garcia.

"Take the afternoon off, you two, and make sure she rests, Morgan," he winked, waving them off while a still unbelieving Kevin gaped at them.

"Thanks, Rossi," Morgan wrapped his arm around Penelope's shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to her lips while their teammates shooed a protesting Kevin away, warning him about the consequences if he ever approached Garcia again.

"Ready to go, mama?" Morgan grabbed her bag, intent on not letting her carry anything, no matter how much she protested. He'd waited way too long to finally have everything he wanted – and there was no way he was taking any risks.

Not anymore.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it :) See you next story!