"Hey hot stuff," he called as he opened the door to her inner sanctum.
"Hey sweetness," she answered, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be halfway home by now?"
"I could ask you the same question. It's 3 am, even goddesses like yourself should be getting some beauty sleep."
"I'm just running a few more safe checks. I'll be done in a little bit." And she didn't mention she liked to be here until the case was done. She liked knowing that he was back safe.
He settled in the chair next to her and she smiled at him, "I really am almost done. You don't have to wait for me. I'm sure you're exhausted."
"Can't leave a goddess to walk herself to her car? I'll wait."
She smiled at him again, "Suit yourself sweetness," she said before turning back to her computers secretly thrilled that he cared so much about her safety.
"What's this?" he asked a few minutes later. She looked over to see him holding a piece of paper she'd printed hours ago, "You're applying for a handgun license?"
"I'm thinking about it."
"Why? Is someone bothering you?" he sat up in the chair, "Because if someone is…"
"No, no," she quickly assured him, "No one is bothering me. Just seemed like a good idea. I mean with all the cases that come through here, especially lately. I figured I should consider it."
"Do you even know how to fire a gun?"
"Oh please, sweetness, these hands have been trained for computers, not guns, but I figure it can't be that hard."
Morgan shook his head, "Seriously, Penelope, how did you end up in the FBI?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "Whatever, I'm only considering the gun anyway."
"Okay, well then let me help you make a decision. Tomorrow morning I'll teach you how to fire a gun. That way if you do decide to get one you'll know how to use it safely."
"Morgan you don't have to do that. Tomorrow is your day off."
"Like I said, anything for you goddess. I'll pick you up around 9, okay??"
She smiled at him again, "Okay."