Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds…I just wish I did.

This story is set before episode "100". Consider it my peace offering for not updating 'Nightmares' in so long. Hope you like it!

Garcia walked through the BAU doors with her coffee in one hand and her purse in the other. She smiled at Reid and Emily as she passed and tried to keep the disappointed look off her face. It had been more than six months since Morgan had greeted her with what was once their traditional morning greeting.

That first morning when she had walked into the bullpen and not heard Derek say 'good morning princess' she had been slightly worried that there might be something wrong with him, but later on when she saw him talking and smiling with the others she had simply brushed it off thinking that something had come up. But when he wasn't there the second day, or the third, or the fourth, or that week then the sadness kicked in. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that they no longer said hello in the mornings, he just went on as if everything was fine. But everything wasn't fine. The gap that was between them these last few months seemed to grow everyday and with it, so did the ach in her heart.

Morgan seemed fine though. He acted like nothing had changed between them and as hard as she tried, she just couldn't feel the same way. As time went by she hoped the pain would lessen, but to her dismay it still crushed her every morning when she walked through those doors. She was beginning to really hate those glass doors. They were a permanent reminder of how far she and Morgan had drifted and always made her yearn for what she had lost.

But she went on with life. She didn't let the pain in her heart or the ach that ran deep down into her soul control her. No, she went on. She continued to be 'Penelope Garcia' the quirky tech of the BAU who made her team mates laugh.

Penelope sighed softly as she approached her office and didn't even look up as she opened the door and walked in. It wasn't until she closed the door behind her and sat down her purse that she looked up and when she did she let out a gasp.

Sitting in front of her main computer screen was a bouquet of yellow and pink roses in a beautiful glass vase. They were absolutely gorgeous and for a minute all she could do was stand still staring at the flowers with her mouth slightly agape.

Once she overcame the surprise she walked over to them. She bent down to smell them and had to smile at their wonderful aroma. When she straightened back up however she got a confused look on her face as she tried to figure out who they could be from.

It certainly wasn't Kevin. They had broken up nearly three months ago and she knew for a fact that he and his new girlfriend were off somewhere in Maine. So who could they be from?

A thought crossed her mind and caused her heart to start beating like it hadn't in several months. Hope swelled up inside her for an instant at the thought that maybe, just maybe, they were from Morgan. But she quickly dismissed that thought with a shake of her head. Morgan had no reason to send her flowers and if it had been him he certainly would have sent a card with them, but there was no card or note or anything to say who had sent them.

She scanned her office to see if there was anything else or if something was out of place, but there was nothing. So with a sigh she smelled the flowers once more before moving them to the side out of the way, but so she could still see them.

Once she booted up all her computers she decided to do a little investigating before requests started flying in. She desperately wanted to know who had sent the beautiful flowers. As she typed and made phone calls a whole spectrum of emotions rushed through her. A part of her was overjoyed at the surprise gift, but another part told her to be careful, that it might be some psycho stalker out to hurt her. Then of course there was the curious voice in her head. And, as much as she tried to squash the feeling, she couldn't help but feel depressed at knowing it wasn't Morgan who sent them.

She berated herself for wanting the gift to be from Morgan. He was just a friend, or at least they used to be friends. Penelope honestly wasn't sure what they were anymore. With a sigh and a shake of her head she buried those thoughts deep inside her and focused on the task at hand.

So what do think? Do you like it so far?