Hey! So this is my first story with an actual plot. I have most of this story planned out already, and I am in the process of typing one of the future chapters and writing the next chapter. To get this out of the way, I don't own Criminal Minds. But I would love to own Shemar Moore so if anyone knows where I can contact him, please let me know. Without further ado, let's begin.
Derek Morgan is the type of man in which every woman that comes in sight of him will immediately fall head over heals for. Even when working a case with his team on the BAU, Derek Morgan attracts every eye of every woman he passes. His female teammates have learned to overlook that trait of his, and have gotten to know what really drives him; his teammates, his family, and his determination to make the world a safer place. Morgan would dance with a couple of lucky ladies now and again but he always remained true to his goddess, his soul, his God-given solace: Penelope Garcia.
Penelope Garcia, confident and independent, wore her independence like a shield. She was the life of the team, the one who always had a smile on her face despite the horrors that she faced every day. Decorated with figurines, color, and little oddities, Garcia's office was secret fun lair that reminded her to smile, that reminded her that they were doing good in the world, and that she was apart of it. Even her outfits, which were always colorful, bright, and eccentric, brought a smile to everyone that had the pleasure of being graced in her presence; she even made Hotch smile to himself.
Were those the reasons that made Penelope Garcia more special than any other girl in Morgan's life? The snappy comebacks certainly caught his attention. But that was just the first reason; beyond that was the way that she always knew what was wrong in Morgan's life, or the way she made him smile whenever he talked to her. But what, then, made Derek Morgan special to Garcia? It was beyond the charming looks that caught so many other's eye; it was the way that he smiled at her when she said something funny, or the fact that she knew what drove him, what crushed, and what he strove for. But, in conversation, these things never came up, nor did the fact that they both cared for each other on a much deeper level than just co-workers.
They cared for each other on the level of just between brother and sister and lovers. It was a type of love that reached the soul but had yet to be noticed by the brain. Despite the obvious love that was presented in their actions toward each other, neither had realized the others feelings; their co-workers had caught on. When Battle had been after Garcia, Morgan had come to the rescue of his princess and had even admitted that he loved her, and then she had said that she did, too. This exchange was forgotten by their conscious self as a spur of the moment, or a love that was just like the love that brothers and sisters shared. But unconsciously, they realized that they did love each other. Actions have always spoke louder than words, though, and their actions have mostly shown their care for each other as really close friends.
Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia might not have been a match made in heaven, but it was definitely one that was bonded deeply in their hearts, one that connected tow very different people to a soul mate. They only needed to say three words: I love you. Those words would have, hopefully, mended to lonesome hearts, if they both had realized that they other had spoke from the heart and soul.
Those three words would've brought them together, if only they hadn't been said too late.
Hey guys, thanks for reading. Do you like that little cliffie? No? Well it's okay because I shall try to post the next chapter by the end of this weekend. And can you please tell me what you think of the story. I know that this wasn't a long chapter, but I would totally love to hear your opinion, so please review.
~MXG