"Goddess of knowledge, how do you wish to worship me?"
Morgan chuckled, "I'm afraid I don't have anything to give to my fair goddess, although I do need some very important information."
Garcia mock gasped, "You want something without paying proper tribute?"
"What if I promise to make it up to you?"
"Welllll," Garcia sighed, "All right, but only because you are my chocolate prince."
"I need you to see if Hotch and Prentiss' transfers have gone through."
"No, they haven't."
"That was fast, even for you," he stopped, "You couldn't possibly have checked that fast."
Garcia was silent for a moment, "I may have checked a few moments ago…."
"Checked?"
"Yes….checked and….made sure they weren't going through. Don't yell though," She said quickly, "because…"
"Good job, mama."
"Really?" she asked, smile spreading slowly over her face.
"Really, I should have known you'd save the team from falling apart."
"Well, I am a goddess, all those powers…..and I might have used some of them to give Hotch the case file before he left."
Morgan whistled, "Baby girl, you are absolutely the best, you get whatever tribute you want when I get home."
"Even a date?" she said, going out on a limb, waiting as the words hung in the air.
"Especially a date, listen I got to go, baby girl, see you soon."
She smiled as she disconnected, just barely resisting the urge to scream, instead pumping her arms in the air like a cheerleader.
After all, she'd just landed the quarterback.