Garcia squints into the light, aware that she is being filmed - aware that she is bait for a psycho abducting women, and cutting off their lips. She is infinitely more aware of her own and how much she would like to keep them as she addresses the crowd.

When the nerves threaten to overwhelm her, Garcia looks to Morgan, who is there, just in front of her and to the left. He doesn't turn, but it helps knowing that she has someone on her side now.

Breathe, she tells herself. It's just like theatre. You're playing a role.

But it's not the same at all. It's not freeing or helpful or that safe place where she can put on someone else's clothes and express her own best and worst qualities...

But when it's over, Morgan is there, just as he promised to be.

"You did good," he says, looking into her eyes, and holding her face between his hands. "You did everything right."

"Oh yeah? Then how come I'm shaking?" she asks, holding out a nervous hand.

He takes it. Squeezes.

"How come I don't remember a thing I said?" she persists and he puts a finger to her lips.

"Because, you obviously did it right. I never remember any of the greatest plays I made on the field. It's the adrenaline. You remember each mistake, but the successes? Those are for other people to enjoy." He pauses. "I love you. You know that? And that show you're in? I'm gonna be there."

"Oh, really?" Garcia smirks, hiding her surprise, her happiness, behind a mask of sarcasm.

"Uh-huh. Really."

For the first time, she hedges. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm not my typical self and...I mean...you don't have to clear your schedule for this..."

"I don't give a damn about that. Is this important to you?" he asks, and it's totally rhetorical.

"Yes."

"Then I don't care about the rest. If it's important to you, it's important to me. And isn't that kinda the whole point of theatre? To have the freedom to express your truest self under the protection of a character?"

"Yes," Garcia says again, surprise rooting her to the spot. "That's totally the point."

"I'll be there," he promises again, never hesitating.

And then, she does not speak, only draws him to her, resting her head against his chest.