A/N: I do not own any recognizable characters.

Chapter One: Just a Question

"Would you ever have sex with me? Garcia asked Morgan.

They were in his home in Virginia, relaxing after three straight weeks of cases. She stood in front of a wall of full length mirrors while he sat in an armchair on the opposite side of the room.

"What?" Morgan replied. He put his book down on a coffee table and looked up at his best friend.

She was admiring herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. Her hair was blonde once more, but she left a few streaks of red in the back. The purple dress she decided to wear stood out against her pale skin and its red accents went perfect with her red lips. She took off her shoes when she came into the house and Morgan smiled at the memory of Garcia threatening his dog Clooney to not chew on her footwear.

"Well?" Garcia pushed. "Would you?" She looked at him through the mirror and gave him a big smile. It was a question that had been on her mind for a few weeks. Kevin was out of the picture but that didn't put her sex life on hold. She played around with the best and the worst of them; the new attention made her curious.

"I thought our relationship didn't require actual sex," Morgan answered. Her smile faded.

"I know that. But I am not asking you to get naked and meet me in your bedroom. I am only asking if you would."

"Yes… Yes, I would." Garcia smiled at his answer and turned her attention to her hair.

In the silence that followed, Morgan thought about a night from Garcia's early days at the BAU. They ended up at the same bar but they hardly knew each other. When he went to get more drinks for the young women he was entertaining, he overheard some comments from other patrons. A group of society girls singled in on Garcia's clothing, a dark blue dress with silver accents. Morgan thought she looked like the night sky. A group of young male professionals had a conversation about whether or not she was girlfriend material. What really made Morgan see a glimpse of his future companion was the way Garcia carried herself. She wasn't on the phone pretending to read non-existent emails. Nor did she have her head down trying to hide from the rest of the bar. No, she sat straight in her seat with a small smile on her face while she waited for her associates. Once they showed up, her face lit up like the sun. For the rest of the night, whenever Morgan glanced over, her booth was the life of the bar.

Now looking over at Garcia many years later, Morgan silently confirmed his answer. He always thought she was beautiful in her own way. Time spent with her let him know that she knew it as well. But there was something different about her compared to the other women he had been with.

Would he ever have sex with her? Yes, if only for the experience of being with his best friend. And even then he would hope that it doesn't change their relationship too much. For the most part, Derek feared he would want something more.