"I'm pregnant!" She whispered as they hurried toward the conference room.
He was slightly out of breath having to jog down the hall to catch up with her.
"What?"
Gently grabbing her arm he stopped her. He didn't know what to say next he knew he should be happy for her and Sam but he couldn't help but feel that his chances with her were gone forever now.
"Congratulations?" He uttered not sounding very congratulatory.
She looked at him he knew that look she wasn't happy. In fact, she was angry. She'd always talked about having babies and she was so good with Jack and Henry.
"Really Morgan? That's all you have to say is, congratulations?"
"What else am I supposed to say? I'm sure Sam is excited, right?"
She turned to face him hands on her hips and red-faced.
"Sam uses protection!"
Then without another word she stormed off down the hall leaving him alone with his mouth open…speechless. It felt like hours before he found the feeling in his feet again and when he did he walked stiffly toward the conference room where everyone sat waiting for him. He couldn't help but see the irritation on his boss' face and the anger on Garcia's. He needed to talk to her, explain, to say…what exactly? She was pregnant…and he was responsible but he was with Savannah lock stock and barrel after all he'd professed his love and given her a key to his home and…oh shit…he was screwed!
Flashback…2 months ago…
They'd promised not to mention it…ever! They were friends…best friends and both of them were in relationships with amazing people that made them happy but here they were in bed in each other's arms…naked!
He'd called around midnight the team had just gotten back from a horrific case in New York and he needed his solace to chase the demons and nightmares away. He sat in her parking slot and waited for her to answer her phone. He closed his eyes trying to calm his breathing praying she wouldn't be pissed, knowing deep down that she'd never send him away.
"Hello?" She said sleepily.
"Hey…"
She was completely awake now. He sounded terrible. Cases involving children seemed to send him to a dark place that awakened memories of his childhood terrors.
"Where are you?"
"Downstairs."
"Come on up, Hot Stuff."
He drug his tired body from the truck and made the two flights to her door taking the steps two at a time. She was there with the door open; he swore to himself that she was an angel from Heaven. She pulled him inside and closed the door locking it behind them.
"Pick your poison."
"Beer."
"You got it. Make yourself comfortable."
She headed toward the kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle from the refrigerator. She always had beer for him; she was a wine drinker but she spent more money on his favorite beer than she did on cheap wine. She returned to the couch handing him the beer and then taking a seat next to him. It was bad he was so quiet she saw the pain all over him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
"Talk to me, Garcia." He whispered.
"About what?" She asked.
"I don't care just talk."
And so she did and for the next three hours and nearly a six pack later she'd talked about everything from her childhood to the next Star Trek convention. The beer had numbed his senses and the sound of her voice had distracted him from the memories of the three pre-teen boys who'd been kidnapped, raped and strangled to death. They'd gotten to them too late and all of them had died the last one in Morgan's arms. He drained the bottle and set it on the table along with the other empty ones.
"I can't do this any more, Garcia."
"Baby Boy, I know this case was horrible, I mean beyond horrible but it's what you do! You get the bad guys, the sickos…"
"I can't do this any more, Garcia!"
"Derek…"
"No, I can't do this…I mean us…like this…"
"I don't understand."
She felt him tighten his grip around her shoulders.
"I need you…I need you more than just a friend."
"Derek, I think we need to talk about this when you're sober and thinking…"
Then before she could finish he pulled her up toward his face and captured her mouth silencing her excuses and denying her fears and refusing to hear her reasons for why he couldn't do what he'd wanted to do for years. He kissed her forcing his tongue into her mouth, which had given him little resistance. She stiffened in his grip then relaxed as he persisted in taking her mouth while his tongue ran rampant conquering her will and reason to stop him.
The alarm clocked woke them…Them? She struggled to untangle herself from his grip as she fumbled in the hazy blur of morning to find the clock's, 'off' button. She had no excuse and she remembered every touch and brush of his hands on her body. She'd fantasized about that which she thought was impossible until now. Even with him drunk out of his mind he'd made love to her like no other man had. She felt his steamy breath on her neck as he plunged himself into her. The fire he created within her threatened to consume her and she could think of any better way to die. Now here they were she wondered if he'd remember; if he'd regret what they had done. She wanted to run to leave the bed and cover her naked sweaty, pleasured body before he woke but he seemed to sense her desire to escape and so he held on as if his life depended on their connection.
End Flashback…
"We promised not to talk about it!" She whispered.
"I think we need to talk about it, don't you think?"
He held her in the room as the rest of the team filed out pretending that they were not witnessing the scene in the far corner of the room.
"Well, now is not a good time. You've got a case!"
"Garcia! Stop! You just told me you were pregnant damn the case!"
"I don't know what you want me to say!"
"What are you going to do?"
"What? What do you mean, what am I going to do? I'm going to have this baby, Derek! If you don't want to have anything to do with it, fine!"
"What the hell are you talking about? Of course I want to have something to do with it, it's my baby! I want this baby too! That's not what I meant!"
He wanted it all…the baby...her…everything that it meant for them both, yet like always he kept his feelings to himself. He pulled her to him holding her against his chest. He knew the others were staring as they pretended to leave for the elevators. He didn't care this was life changing. He couldn't leave her without knowing where he stood where they stood with each other.
"I'm scared, Derek."
"Me too but you're not alone, Baby Girl. I'm not going any where, okay?"
She shook her head against his chest as he planted a kiss on her head. He tightened his grip as his world began to close in on him and he didn't know how to make it stop and right itself. He'd loved her since forever and had never given her any indication that he did. Both of them were reasonable, sane (well, most of the time) adults who knew the consequences of impulsive actions. In their line of work they'd seen the results of actions done in the heat of passion but still they'd allowed themselves that moment of irresponsible, inexcusable, unbridled emotion and here they were faced with the real life consequences of what they had done. It wasn't just about them, that would be too easy. She was with Sam and he was with Savannah and both couples had committed themselves to each other in very tangible and public ways.
"Go!"
She pushed herself away from him. She saw the helpless, puzzled look in his eyes that mirrored her own look of utter terror.
"What? But?"
"I said, go the team is waiting."
He stood a moment more lost as to which way to turn even though he knew the elevator was only steps behind him. His feet felt like they'd been sealed in concrete blocks that were too heavy for him to lift.
"Garcia, we need to talk?"
Still that look of terror shone in his eyes. Her stomach flipped and churned and her mind began to quickly calculate how long it would take her to reach the bathroom…or maybe the trashcan in her office. He watched her hand fly to her mouth and her cheeks bulge as she quickly turned and ran down the hall toward her office.
"I'LL CALL YOU WHEN WE LAND!" He yelled as he turned reluctantly and fled toward the elevator.