"Hello my chocolate Adonis, what can the all-knowing oracle do for you today?"
"If you're all-knowing, surely you can already guess?" teased Morgan, imagining his Baby Girl's reaction to what was blatantly 'insubordination to the fabulous deity.'
He wasn't disappointed.
"Keep that up Derek Morgan, and you'll get no sweet after tea," she threatened, in Garcia terms this was about a five on the scale of annoyance.
"Trust me Baby Girl, why would I want one when I have you sitting at home waiting?" he replied smoothly, slipping into what many would call 'Player Mode.'
"Oh ho, for that the oracle forgives, but some chocolate will be needed to deal with the aftermath of her brief emotional upheaval," said Garcia, grinning as she heard his dark chuckle.
"That can be arranged. Now, I need you to place a trace…"
They both knew neither of them meant it. They were best friends, partners in crime in one of the world's major law enforcement organisations. She was the hacker, the oddball, the one pulled in because she had went a step too far in her dance with the Devil, hacked just one too many hard drives. He was the outcast, the one who pulled women to feel as if he mattered, and who dumped them when they got too close to the broken boy, still recovering from years of abuse.
In her electronic lair, she mused that she probably knew the most about him. Their sleepovers were whispered about in the BAU, as well as some other divisions of the FBI, but really, unlike all the hot gossip suggested, they weren't involved. It was rather boring in comparison actually. A few films - Finding Nemo was a regular - and ice cream tubs, followed by gossip collected on the jumbled web of cyberspace. Sometimes they just sat next to each other, Penelope happy to have him home and safe, and Derek just content to hear her soft breathing, to know that the world wasn't full of killers.
But he would always leave, go back to his own apartment, and she would be left alone once again with only a few empty ice cream tubs, and CGI fish for company.
She saw the looks he got, her sculpted god had many admirers among both sexes. Seeing him with Tamara Barnes, she had wished that he would be like that to her, that she would hear his silky voice caress her ears with compliments, ones that he really meant, unlike the banter they shared on the phone. And if she was brutally honest with herself, there was no way he would return her feelings, and so there was no point in hoping... if only her heart accepted that.
Entering her office the next day, she was greeted with the usual blank screens, just begging her to turn them on and dig up the dirt on whatever scumbag the team was chasing this week. However, something shimmered, illuminated by the glare of the computers as the FBI logo popped up on their screens. It was behind one of her numerous keyboards, and moving closer she saw it was a Galaxy chocolate bar. A post-it was stuck on the paper covering, Morgan's almost illegible scrawl easy to read to her, but no one else.
"I humbly offer this to the all-knowing oracle, I hope she enjoys, and will grace me with her presence tonight."
For a moment, Penelope Garcia felt the world shift slightly, and grinning, she picked up the phone, eager fingers seeking out the most worn button on the keypad.
A/N: I've never really written Morgan and Garcia before, so I apologise if the characterisation is off. I wanted to just write a sweet and fluff-filled fic for a change, and this is what popped into my mind. I hope you've enjoyed it, and I would appreciate it if you drop me a review :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds or Galaxy... Now I want chocolate *pout*