A/N: You do not know how hard this was for me to write. I am not a Morgan/Garcia Shipper. But, I lost a bet, and I pay up on my bets. So…here you go Leila Grant. Hope you enjoy…now I need to go scrub my brain. :)

The Right Thing

He arrived at her apartment with record speed. She'd been crying when she called, and considering the conversation they'd last had he knew exactly what had happened.

She opened the door before he got out a few knocks and in wordless tears fell into his arms.

"Shhhhh," he said leading her back into the apartment.

"It's over," she finally said. "He said if I didn't want marriage it wasn't going to work. Derek he was so hurt. I didn't even know what to say because I couldn't lie. I couldn't say yes."

Whatever words came next were lost in sobs.

"It's okay. It's okay."

"Is it?" She cried. "What the hell is wrong with me? Aren't I supposed to want to say yes? That's what you do right? You meet, you date, you fall in love, he asks, you say yes."

"Baby Girl, there is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. You can't help how you feel. Trust me, I know."

His voice was heavy with the weight of those words. This was killing him, but he was trying his hardest not to let her see. He was willing to let Kevin have her If that's what she wanted, but now he knew she didn't. The problem was she didn't want him either.

That fact had been made clear the morning she found him naked in her living room. The idea that they'd slept together frightened her so much that she avoided him for days. Now was that the time for confessions of love. Now he would be the friend she needed, her shoulder to cry on.

"It was the right thing wasn't it," she asked. "I mean better to end it now than to say yes and only to break it off later?"

"Yeah," he said. "You can't change your feelings and if you don't want the same things it's better you figure it out before its too late."

"So definitely the right thing," she repeated trying to convince herself.

The rest of the night was popcorn and movies and pretending everything was normal. Before long she was smiling, then laughing and for a brief moment that made Morgan's heart leap their eyes met.

"Oh no," she said jumping up. "no, no, no."

"Penelope? What's wrong?"

"I'm a horrible person," she said. I am a horrible, horrible person."

"No you're not."

"Yes," she insisted, "I am. I broke his heart today. I took it and ripped it out and stomped on it and now, now all I can think about is…" she stopped herself. "UGH! What am I doing?"

Morgan couldn't restrain himself any longer. He stood and in one fluid motion pressed his lips against hers.

"The right thing," he said in answer to her question, "hopefully."