a/n: The start of this was inspired by a book and based on part of it. No copyright infringement intended (because I'm slightly paranoid about that lol!). I'm slowly getting back into the swing of this - we'll see how long it lasts! haha...lemme know what you think...

Disclaimer: I own diddly squat :(


Alaska had changed everything.

Garcia was beginning to wonder if Kevin really was the guy for her, the way the last two months had been going the opposite was not such a farfetched idea.

Things were definitely not going well. In fact, things were quite horrendous. Kevin had changed so much lately, ever since she had come back from Alaska. At first she had thought that maybe he was sulking, that maybe he was still jealous that she and Morgan had shared a room, despite there being nothing to be jealous of. After a while, however, it had occurred to her that he wasn't jealous, and he wasn't sulking, but that he quite simply wasn't interested in them as a couple any more, wasn't interested in her. And she had no idea what to do about it. He just wasn't affectionate anymore, wasn't trying to make her laugh, didn't really make an effort, hadn't taken her out to dinner or held her hand as they walked down the street, never snuck up on her at work to say hello - as much as she hated that at least it had been something! – there was nothing.

Garcia was well aware that she didn't have very high expectations as far as men were concerned, she didn't demand much in the way of attention or romance, just some affection and a little bit of lovin', but this was getting beyond ridiculous! She'd tried to talk to him about it, tried so many times, and each time he would shrug off her concerns or bat them away with a flap of his hand, telling her that he was fine, that they were fine. But she knew they were far from it; they were in fact falling apart at the seams and his insistencies that they, and he, were fine were doing nothing to squash her worry that they were close to coming to an end.

At first she had been agonising over this sudden change in their relationship and the change in his behaviour, torturing herself with all the possible reasons she could come up with: boredom, depression, jealousy, someone else. And then, as suddenly as the worrying had begun it stopped. A couple of days ago she had stopped thinking and stopped worrying about it – sure she could not change it – and all of a sudden she had actually stopped caring about whether or not they made it through this insane rough patch. That was the more worrying thing to her; if she truly loved Kevin then surely she'd still care? No matter how much he had changed or how distant he had become? But she didn't. She had tried, god knows she had tried, to put her positive spin on it all; she knew that the "honeymoon" period of a relationship was not a long phase but surely they were entitled to some sort of romance still, even this far down the line? Apparently not. "Everything happens for a reason." Was still her personal mantra, and so – despite this breakdown of their relationship upsetting her – she was taking it in her stride, with a pinch of salt and by this point, after two months of indifference she knew that she wanted out, she deserved more than what he was giving her. Their relationship was officially dead; it just had to be buried.

And here was Derek Morgan, her gorgeous, delicious, sexy, smoking hot best friend who really cared about her, standing in her office batting his dark eyes her way trying to convince her to come to Agent Gordon's leaving do tonight.

"Plllease Mamma," He pouted. "Come with me and help make it bearable? You always make these things so much more fun, and plus I'll save you a dance." He added with a wink.

"As tempting as that sounds Handsome, I've got some business to take care of tonight." She was going to get rid of the dead weight that Kevin had become.

"Business?" He questioned, one eyebrow raised.

"Yes, business, mon amour." She said, tapping his nose with her finger as she began to shuffle him out of her office. "Don't get that bald head of yours in too much of a knot, it's just something I gotta do."

He leant on the wall next to her as she locked up her lair, "Swing by afterwards Baby Girl?" He asked with a hopeful voice.

"We'll see Hot Stuff; I don't know how long I'll be." She said regretfully.

"No 'we'll see' about it Garcia, you gotta come! I can't last a whole night with those suits!"

"You're one of 'those suits' D." She laughed, "The rest of the team will be there, you'll do just fine without little 'ole me."

"But Angel, JJ will have Will, Hotch and Rossi will talk shop, Emily'll take the mick out of Reid and where does that leave me Red? Standing in a corner with nobody to talk to." He said with a pout.

"You know that pouting doesn't work on me sugar plum," she responded. "Stop being so over dramatic; you know you'll poke fun at Reid too." She teased.

"But Baby, it's so much better when you're there: to talk to, to flirt with." He said, his voice becoming deeper at his last words. "Please come, I'll owe you one."

"You forever indebted to me? Well," she began, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now that makes it so much more appealing...the things I could get you to do..." She trailed off suggestively as they entered the lift side by side.

"Within reason Garcia." He warned with a laugh.

"Aw but Morgan, that's no fun! And what I had in my head was...so...much...fun..." She said slowly, heaping each word with innuendo.

"There could be some leeway allowed." He said with a small laugh, her words affecting him more than he cared to admit to her as images, fantasies if you will, re-emerged into the forefront of his brain. "If, and only if, you get that sweet tush of yours to Gordon's retirement do after your 'business' and keep me company."

"Well, you'll just have to wait and see if I turn up then sugar shack." She called back over her shoulder with a teasing smile as they parted ways in the car park.