A/N: New Story... ta-da. I should maybe mention that this story was written some time after christmas in case someone wonders why it keeps snowing in this story. I'm too lazy to change that ... LOL
They had been friends for years and sometimes it felt like they had known each other forever.
In fact Morgan couldn't even remember how it felt before the firecracker and whirlwind named Penelope Garcia had stepped into his life. Every day he was grateful for that day so many years ago, when he called her Gomez after trusting that Reid knew the new Tech's last name. Since then his life had changed.
He loved to spend time with her. It always seemed like time flew by when they were together. They had by now movie nights on Saturdays, Fast Food Mondays – the only time he actually ate fast food at all – and Go-for-a-drink Wednesdays. She had a big significance in his life and also had a big importance for him when it came to decisions. He trusted her opinion and word more than anything and it was rather often that he wanted her opinion on his latest conquest. Fact was he was pushing forty slowly and as impossible as it seemed to his coworkers Emily Prentiss or David Rossi, he wanted to settle down, give his mother the grandbabies she had tried to talk him into for years and just become a one-woman man.
Every time he asked for her opinion she would turn around and ask 'Did you sleep with her?' and every time he confirmed she laughed, before saying 'Then she is not the right girl.' She never went into explaining and even if he asked why, she always just looked at him and went on, saying 'Trust me on this.' And he did. The strange thing was that he was never mad or disappointed, if anything he felt relieved.
Maybe the crush he had on her for years now was more than just a crush by now.
When she was shot a few years ago, he meant to tell her, saw that he could maybe lose her any minute unexpectedly and didn't want to lose her without her knowing how he felt. But before he could tell her Kevin Lynch appeared. And Morgan never hated a guy as much as him. In his opinion Penelope could do so much better, and of course he mentioned it once or twice to her, but never pushed it. He seemed to make her happy and in the end that was all he wanted. He wished for all the happiness in the world, because she deserved nothing less.
"So how was your date last night with … Tisha?" Penelope asked, as he entered her lair, bringing two cups of steaming coffee on a cardboard tray.
"Well," he started, stopping shortly after and sat down.
Penelope turned in her chair, looking at him. "That well then?" she asked amused at which Morgan pushed one of the cups of coffee softly towards her.
"Do you think I date the wrong kind of women?" Morgan all of a sudden asked, getting a weird smile from Penelope.
"I personally believe there are no wrong or right people to date. Just wrong for you."
"That's helpful," Morgan commented dryly at which she just looked at him for a moment before answering.
"Okay, let's take Tisha, of last night. Do you see her as Mrs. Derek Morgan? The mother of your children? When you think of her meeting your mother, do you get an urge to smile or rather would you prefer for that to never happen?" she asked him and Morgan had to think for a moment.
"Not really," he answered hesitantly. The truth was that Tisha was like so many before her. She was tall, thin and looked to die for, but had hardly any sort of character or personality and despite her being great in bed, that was where his interest in her ended. Like so many before. She just wasn't relationship material, but then again, neither was he.