Author: celticmadien
Notes: I haven't written anything in a very long time but this idea just wouldn't leave me alone. I love, love, love this couple. Their chemistry on screen is just amazing.
Rating: T
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
He reaches for her in his sleep sometimes, her name tearing its self from his throat in terror. He grasps the person next to him blindly, pulling her against him, muttering her name over and over, body shaking with emotion. More often than not he is awakened by his companion slapping his arm to make him let got, getting out of bed in a huff and leaving. Not many of the women who pass through his life lasts more than one night, no matter who they are they don't appreciate being called by another woman's name, acting as her replacement. He can't blame them, he wouldn't like it either. The women who do last longer than one night are usually run off by his unusally close relationship with his quirky best friend, by their flirting or by his nightmares of loosing her. It doesn't take long for even the most determined to realise that they can't hold a candle to her, that there is very little room left in his battered heart for any one but her.
It breaks his heart to watch her with her TA boyfriend, takes every ounce of his willpower to not slam the guy against the wall and squeeze the life out of him. He's told him that if he ever hurts her in anyway he will make him pay. He means it, he can't stand to see her hurt, mentally or physically, he had rather cut off his right arm than watch a single tear to make its way down her cheek. Her being shot was almost his undoing, he came so close to loosing her that the event still haunts his nightmares. Seeing her in that hospital, pale and drawn, all the plastic tubes coming out of her body was almost more than he could take.
Now he has to watch as she builds a life with someone else, watch as another man worms his way deeper into her life. He jumps at any chance to flirt with her, to touch her, to just be with her. He doesn't care if she has a boyfriend, he should, but he doesn't. He shared a room with her just to be close to her, to just be near her, to take a breath and inhale her scent. That night on the floor was the best nights sleep he had gotten in years, just because she was near. Then his heart stopped in his chest when he saw her run toward the unsub that night, and then it broke when she cried about what she saw. He had comforted her about it just before they left that beautiful place, told her he would take care of her for the rest of his life and he would. He had wanted to kiss her so badly, had even leaned forward a little but had thought better of it, she didn't need the added stress of dealing with him. She had told him that she kinda loved him and he had told her he kinda loved her. There was no kinda about it, he loved her, he always would. She was his rock, she was his light in the dark. She was his god given solace.
