AN: I've never tried a fic inspired by a song before, but you should always try something once, right:) Anyway, the song is "She's Everything" by Brad Paisley. I'm actually kind of stealing the idea of using this song for a fic from someone in the CSI:NY thread, but since I'm doing mine with different characters from a different show I figured it would be okay. I would say who the author was but I can't remember. Anyway, there will be several little chapters to this story until I've used the entire song and while they will be in chronological order so you should be able to notice a progression in Morgan and Garcia's relationship they will each be pretty much self-contained meaning you could read one chapter as a separate fic from the others. This first chapter could fit anywhere, even pre-series, you decide. Subsequent chapters may refer to events in specific episodes, but if that is true I will clue you in to which episode is being referenced. Oh, and this should be considered as separate from my other Morgan/Garcia fics.

Sorry for the long opening, but that all needed to be said. Oh, and before I forget, the obvious disclaimers apply that I do not own the show Criminal Minds or the recognizable characters/plots/whatever from it. Anything not recognizable is probably mine. I also do not own Brad Paisley or his music (more's the pity). Now, on to the story (finally).


She's a yellow pair of running shoes
A holey pair of jeans
She looks great in cheap sunglasses
She looks great in anything

Derek Morgan knocked on the door in front of him again, this time a little more forcefully. He knew Garcia wouldn't want to answer the door on her day off, but duty called. The dispatcher whose job it was to call everyone back to the office if necessary had evidently had trouble getting in contact with the computer tech whose door he was in front of. So, Hotch had called Morgan knowing he was the only one who could get to Garcia in a timely fashion. It certainly wasn't anything official, but somehow Hotch just knew Morgan was his best bet if he wanted Garcia for the case.

"Come on Penelope, open up. Don't think I won't break down this door." He wouldn't and she probably knew that but he would make more noise that would just attract attention from her neighbors that lived in the other half of the duplex or even those next door and across the street. He had to use all of his honed FBI skills to keep from jumping when a voice came from behind him.

"Well, while it would be fun to see you in full FBI hottie tough guy mode, I really don't feel like replacing my door, so why don't you just let me unlock it?" Morgan turned slowly to find the blonde he was seeking standing on the walk that led up to the duplex with a half-empty water bottle in one hand and the wires for her earpieces that led down to the iPod at her waist in her other.

"Kicking down doors turns you on, huh?" Morgan smirked as he leaned against the wall behind him and crossed his arms. Even relaxing at home Garcia had her own unique style. She had on a pair of blue jeans with holes in them that looked real and natural rather than manufactured for effect. They had splotches of varying sizes and colors here and there that bespoke of what she had done in them before. They went well with her tie-dyed shirt that he wouldn't be surprised if she had done herself. A pair of sunglasses that probably hadn't cost her five bucks was perched on the top of her head. The finishing touch was the shoes. Only Garcia could pull off sneakers that to his trained eye had been spray painted to achieve the desired bright yellow color that could blind anyone who looked at them too long. Out of all the looks he had seen her in he thought that this was probably his favorite.

Damn, where had that thought come from?

His mental cataloging of her attire almost had him missing her quick rejoinder of, "Now if I told you the answer to that you would never let another door stay standing." He gave an answering chuckle but couldn't form a coherent thought after his mental admission. Fortunately, Garcia didn't seem to notice.

"So, what brings you here?" she asked as she unlocked her front door using the keys attached to the bright green stretch plastic bracelet she wore on her right wrist. She went directly inside and headed for her kitchen to put the unfinished water in the fridge for later consumption fully expecting the man behind her to follow. He did just that, staking out a place near her front door by planting his feet shoulder width apart and refolding his arms. He mentally pushed his heretofore unknown predilection for sun colored running shoes to the back of his mind. While she wasn't a profiler, Garcia was as observant as anyone on the team and she would notice if he let himself appear out of sorts. Sometimes it really came in handy having the history he did. It made hiding secrets and emotions as easy as breathing.

"Something big has popped up. Big enough that they couldn't tell me over the phone and big enough that everyone, even supreme goddesses, are being called in on their day off."

Garcia came back into view taking her sunglasses off the top of her head as she stepped out of the kitchen. "Well doesn't that sound ominous. I'm glad I at least got in my weekend stroll around the neighborhood before the sky fell this time." She turned and headed down the short hallway off the living room ostensibly heading for her bedroom to change to an outfit more suitable for work at the FBI. "Why did they send you? My place isn't exactly on the way from your apartment to the BAU," she called out from behind the door she left partially open.

"They tried calling you and you didn't pick up or return their messages. Don't you keep a cell phone on you while walking?" Don't think about what she's doing on the other side of that door, Morgan, he told himself.

"Even those as technologically savvy and constantly connected as I am like a few moments here and there where we can't be reached. Granted for me that only lasts for a couple of hours every week or so, but still. Besides, it was my day off and I'm not even an agent anyway." Surprisingly she came out of the room after that comment completely transformed into the Penelope Garcia he saw every day in an example of her customary work attire that was just conservative enough to pass in the government work setting but still completely and uniquely her.

"As if we could get by without you, darling." She glanced up from where she had been taking items off of her dining room table and shoving them in her purse and gave him one of her big, beautiful smiles.

"It is only right that you should recognize my greatness." She picked up the purse and the jacket that was slung over the chair next to her. "All right, I'm set." She looked down at herself checking her appearance at Derek's raised eyebrows. "What?"

"How in the hell can you get ready that quickly? I know guys who couldn't change that fast." Garcia merely smirked and patted his cheek as she passed him and went out the front door.

"Now that would be telling, mon chéri." He followed her out and waited as she locked her door then headed to his government issue SUV parked at the curb while she went towards her convertible parked in the driveway. "Hey, Derek?"

"Yeah?" he answered back as he slipped his own sunglasses out of his blazer pocket in preparation for the drive.

"Since this is top secret and all and evidently I've already slowed up the process of getting us in, maybe you could put on the lights and sirens?" Morgan rolled his eyes and put on his sunglasses as he continued his trek around to the driver's side of his vehicle.

"Maybe next time, Garcia."

"You can't blame a girl for asking," she shot back. Morgan just chuckled as he got in and started the black SUV. As he waited for Garcia to back out of her driveway and get behind him he couldn't help thinking that she was everything that most every woman in his life weren't and he couldn't be happier about that fact.